Friday, August 31, 2007

guess who's getting "old"

My husband has had a theory for quite some time now that he has only just revealed to me.  He believes that old people drive with their mouths open.  I personally have not, admittedly, cared to make this observation until last night.

I vainly asked Neal to take my picture, while writing, so I would have something to blog about today.  What is that expression about a stone rolling back on you ... no, that doesn't fit here ... maybe something about things biting you in certain areas of your anatomy?  yep, that's the one

any guesses who the "old" one is in this relationship?



and, no, my tea is NOT too large ... it's just in the foreground.

Monday, August 27, 2007

dandelion time

I am definitely one of these ... and I think it shows.

Nurturing a Natural Writer

by Sandy Larsen


Part 2: Dandelion Time

In Part 1 of this article we looked at how parents can nourish a natural writer by providing room to write. Room to write includes physical room (a place), schedule room (a time) and psychological room (permission).

Time to write and permission to write involve what I call “dandelion time.”

One summer I walked past a park and my attention was snagged by a T-ball game. The small batter had just stepped up ready to knock the ball over the chain-link fence. Meanwhile, the outfield was not exactly prepared. The left fielder was bent over picking dandelions. The second baseman was gazing at the clouds. When a grounder came rolling out between them, the coach had to call it to their attention. Then they both rushed at the ball, knocking their heads together.

I wanted to yell at those two dreamy fielders, “You! And you! You’re outta the game! Go back to your notebooks or your drawing pads or your sculpting clay where you belong!” Clearly those kids were artist types who needed some unstructured time to do nothing.

Artists of all kinds, writers included, need time for picking dandelions and staring at clouds. I have read it and read it from people who are professional writers today. Downtime is what made them writers.

Growing up, I spent enormous amounts of time down in the woods which started at the edge of our back yard and spread through steep gullies in all directions. I never took pencil and paper into the woods. But while I was there, whether with the neighborhood kids or alone, I was writing. Even while “doing nothing”—especially while “doing nothing”—the writer is observing, taking in, sorting out. Some of this is conscious work; some is unconscious experience.

Dandelion time is difficult to incorporate into a summer recreation program. It’s almost impossible to insert into traditional school. As a homeschooling family, you have a huge advantage. Your schedule is inherently flexible and under your control. The very nature of dandelion time is unprogrammed, and it’s exactly what your young natural writer needs.

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Sandy Larsen is a professional freelance writer and the author of the “Igniting Your Writing” homeschool writing curriculum, available on HomeschoolEStore.com.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

King Bubsgonzola

and I sees this monstrosity of vegetation and I thinks "wowser ... like, when did this all happen?" and I went to take a closer look.  I harvested more peppers, nice and sweet and orange, basil, tomatoes and ... woah ...



I am blown away by the willingness of zucchini fairies to travel to the other side of the world ...



It's totally unnatural looking, and I swear it came out of the garden just this way ... look out, Jen, I think the fairies are on to you.



figure THAT out ...

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

should you feel sorry for me?

so, I was making kraft dinner (and it is too called that sarah) when it hit me ... they hit me, to be precise.

I have two more spastic things that I regularly do that I must add to my list of eight.  Here goes.

1.  I am always trying to make the "perfect" kraft dinner, and it eludes me.  I have a happy memory (only one) of being babysat by Mrs. Stacey and Jason's mom.  I always hated playing with Jason.  There was a hole in the floor for some reason, and it went straight down to the basement.  He repeatedly threw the best Fisher Price toys down it.  I was convinced I was next.  (he did actually push me down the basement stairs once)  So, I was always trying to watch tv with his mom instead of playing like the 5 year old that I was.  She never let me, though, because she was always watching Days of Our Lives.  I became slightly addicted to that show once I was in grade 8.  I have recovered completely, without a twelve step program.

But, one day, she made the best bowl of K.D. ever and I have been trying to replicate it since ... to no avail.  Today's attempt was just as so-so as the last.

2.  I believe that my favourite saying to my first born, in particular, is "I don't feel sorry for you"





should you feel sorry for me?

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Another tag ...

RCElliott tagged me...

Tag Rules:

1).The player starts with 8 random facts about herself or himself.

2).The person who is tagged must post, on his or her own blog, the answers and post the rules first.

3).Then the player must pick 8 people and tag them. Also leave them a note on Message that lets them know that you tagged them. You can write who you tagged on your blog also!

Okay, here are my "random facts:"

1. I was born in the town that killed Jumbo the elephant

2. If you want to know the time period from which a person knows me, just listen to how I am addressed.  Kris is really way back there, or intimate family friend, Kristine was high school, and Kristina is everyone else ... which morphs into Kris over time (or Katrina, which I dislike completely but politely respond to ... sometimes)

3. I was on the high school rowing team and we were good.

4. I can drink from a cup to cure my hiccups ... from the opposite rim, with my head down.  This has yet to fail me.

5. I wore bell bottoms under my dresses in order to stay warm while walking to school, but was not aware that I should remove the pants once at school.    I would be reluctant to repeat it ... 

6. I would really love to know "for sure"

7. My name never was called on Romper Room, but my brother made it.

8. i wish I wasn't such a deep thinker.

I wish I didn't have to tag people, especially since I have been spending so little time on HSB ... but I will tag the following:

AmericanEagleGirl

Ekulboy14

oldnavyflipflop

Animallver

csbb2

jbaxley

redwallreader

bloggerjoe


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

why I do better in the early 1900's

     Yesterday was one of those days that begins with wondering ... whatever shall I do to occupy my time until my husband returns from the hunt?  It didn't end with wondering so much, unless you count wondering how I can transport myself back in time by a few decades or so.

     I received a phone call from my previous Director asking if my family would be available to dress in Victorian garb and attend the Petrolia Communities in Bloom Awards Night.  Hmmm.  I love being on stage, especially the cosume aspect of it.  Let me think for about 2 1/2 seconds.  YES, yes, I believe I can clear my exceptionally full social schedule to indulge rescue poor, hopeless, couldn't -find- anyone -else, Carol. 

     The night was a success for everyone.  So many older men and women had nostalgic comments for my boys, whether the smell of our old books reminded them of precious school-mates, or the clothing made them misty-eyed in remembrance of simpler times.  I was happy to be wearing a costume that actually fit me for once, and was NOT green.  (I had to say that for the benefit of the few).  Neal and I both were happy as Mr. and Mrs. Victorian Someone, forgetting our problems and melting away our stresses if only for a few hours.  Monday, Monday ... la, la, lala ... so good to me ... la, la, lalala