Tuesday, February 28, 2006



Pride and Prejudice: DVD on sale February 28th
(Yes, I already have it.)














IKEA: Opening in a town near me on March 1st
(No, I am not going tomorrow. IKEA I love; crowds I dislike.)

Two days in a row. Two simple pleasures made available in my little world. Happy thought, indeed.

Plagiary, It's Crawling All Over Me

by Joseph Epstein
Weekly Standard
03/06/2006, Volume 011, Issue 24

"If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, what is plagiarism? The least sincere form? A genuine crime? Or merely the work of someone with less-than-complete mastery of quotation marks who is in too great a hurry to come up with words and ideas of his own?"

"In the realm of plagiarism, my view is, better a lender than a borrower be. (You can quote me on that.)"

Monday, February 27, 2006

Get Real Day (with editorial reflections)

Sparrow's post last week inspired Randi to give a challenge to bloggers to "get real":
In the spirit of encouraging each other and having a good laugh, post a picture of your "real life", your "real house" or your "real self" on Monday, February 27 and add one surprising fact about yourself.

The problem is: what to choose? The science experiments in the frig? The laundry room in all its Monday glory? Well, as illuminating as these things could be, I chose these two gems: my under-the-stairs-closet and the to-be-folded laundry pile.


As you come down the hall in our downstairs, you will notice that the vacuum doesn't really fit inside the closet. It always is peeking out in some way.


A closer look reveals that there are too many things that call this closet home. Someday I will chuck half the stuff and give the vacuum its own space behind the closed closet door. Someday.

The other reality check I choose to share is my laundry folding pile.



This is a long couch, and this pile is deep. I would guess (having lost track) that there are six loads of laundry in the pile. I have two washing and drying right now, so the pile will only grow. But, I am done for tonight and the folding will wait until tomorrow. I'll divide the piles, and all these items will be put away in their proper spot by tomorrow afternoon. But, not tonight.

A surprising fact about myself? Hmmm...that is harder. I snore? I stopped peeking at Christmas presents when I turned forty? Procrastination is always a choice away for me? You pick your favorite.

I agree that there is value in being "real" for our readers. Even so, I think we need to issue a challenge to ourselves: don't be intimidated by people! Especially people only known through blogging. You can always find someone whose house is prettier, who decorates better, who reads more voraciously, who is more learned, who has more education, who articulates their faith more clearly or who exudes peace and contentment more than you do. If you find yourself feeling stupid after reading someone's blog, don't go back. You aren't stupid; you have a lot to learn! But that doesn't mean you are stupid, that means you are alive. We ALL have a lot to learn. If someone writes about family life, don't compare. Anything that makes you forget the value and uniqueness of your own family is a lose-lose proposition.

When I read Randi's blog, I am inspired by her writing. But my dear husband isn't going to be making a family room out of our porch, and I could not sew myself out of a bag if my life depended on it. I assume that Randi has her "oven cleaning/chocolate cereal for dinner" moments. My point is, though, that her humor, appreciation of her family, excellent recipes and book recommendations are also "real". Candle-lit dinners and flower gardens are just as much a part of my life as the science projects in the frig. or my moments of insecurity.

When I go to Mental multivitamin, I find articles worth reading, books that make me think, and a nudge to make the moments of my life count. I don't count her booklists and think, "Oh, good golly, I only read five books and she read fifteen. What a loser I am." Nope. Her writing has inspired me for over two years, and I am often challenged out of complacency to strive for more. Our list of books just read and pictures of children's smiling eyes are reality, too.

Dear Sparrow wrote in her original post:

I write to inspire myself. I take note of beautiful, good, true things so that I won't forget them...not because my life is made up of only beautiful, good, true things.

I suspect that's true of most bloggers when it comes down to it.

When people come to my house to visit, it is my goal to make them feel so warm and welcome that they will not notice the ugly light fixtures or freaky seventies decor. This is a struggle for me too because I am an introvert - small talk and light conversation don't come easy to me. But I pray for them before they come, light the candles, play good music, and make them something comforting to eat. I hope they feel completely at ease.

I want you to feel the same when you visit me at Intent. We are just simple, ordinary people here; pull up a chair, put your feet up and be yourself. There are brownies in the oven...

When I read Intent, I am enveloped by what I believe to be Sparrow's spiritual gift of hospitality. I can relax and rest at her spot, learn from her thoughts, and be inspired by the beauty that she posts in pictures and words. Her koi pond, her picnicking kings and queens of Narnia, her lemon-ginger cake for her husband are just as real as her struggles.

Remember, we all have weaknesses. When we read each other's blogs, let's give each other the benefit of the doubt. It's fun to share our ugly bathrooms and laundry piles, but it is also good and right to inspire with ideas and beautiful pictures.

Morning musings

We left the house at 9:00 yesterday morning, and four-sevenths of us did not get home until 10:00 last night. Every event was something I wanted and needed to do, and the people we were with are precious to me; I am still enough of an extrovert to enjoy these days. But after sleeping in this morning, my introverted side had a bit of a social hangover. "Could we have a little peace and quiet to make up for giving the extrovert her dream day?" (Yes, I have different voices inside me. Yes, they talk to me and to each other. Don't worry. We'll be fine!)

The weather here is perfect for a recovering introvert. As I look out my window, the rain is pelting down, and I can hear the wind whipping around the house. Everyone has slowly gotten busy, and the gentle hum of the day is off and running. I'm not the only one that is tired today, so I have had my share of conflict resolution opportunities, but that's okay. It's time for another pot of coffee, some quiet music (Phil Coulter? James Galway?), and a good book. Our current read-aloud is A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle, and my current book is The Count of Monte Cristo (only 700 more pages to go!) Just the sound of the coffee grinder and the thunk of a 1200-page Dumas volume landing on the end table makes my weary introvert sigh with contentment.

Happy Monday!

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Wodehouse in India

A welcome email in my inbox this morning was from Kathy at Suitable for Mixed Company. She alerted me to this article at The Times Online:

Why India fell for the code of Wodehouse
By Stephen McClarence
Wodehouse never wrote about India, but sells better on the subcontinent than in Britain, with pirated copies in common circulation. He is one of the most heavily requested authors at the British Library in Delhi and there are clubs and internet chatrooms devoted to him.

Who would've thunk?

Thanks for the heads-up, Kathy.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

First Things - March 2006




The March issue of First Things is packed with interesting articles. No links to be found on their site, but you could order a copy to be treated to these articles:

The Truth About Religious Freedom by Michael Novak
The religious foundation for religious liberty, therefore, begins with the nature of God. It also sketches out its conviction about the nature of human beings: that we are born free and equal to all others in freedom before God, and that, independent of the state, each of us owes duties to our Creator. Based on these convictions, the religious justification of religious liberty as expressed by the Virginians is founded on the natural right of human beings, as these have been endowed in human beings by their Creator.

So thorough and profound are these rights, moreover, they are not limited to Jews or Christians, but possessed by all human creatures - Muslims, Hindus, and Buddhists alike, together with atheists and agnostics. For all are given their liberty directly by the Creator, in the act of creating human beings. From before time was, the Creator knew each individual by name and called all to Himself - but allowed to all the right to accept or to reject that invitation, according to their own conscience.


The Writing Life by Ralph M. McInerny
It is the rare reader of fiction who does not at some time or other consider becoming a writer. It comes and goes over the years for many, and some carry it about forever as an unredeemed promissory note to themselves. In their heart of hearts, they regard themselves as writers. When my first novel appeared, I got a note from a senior colleague to the effect that it was sly of me not only to think of writing a novel but actually to do it. The capacity, apparently, like depravity for Calvin, was taken to be universal.


This essay is adapted from Mr. McInerny's forthcoming autobiography, I Alone Have Escaped to Tell You: My Life and Pastimes (University of Notre Dame Press.) I always enjoy seeing the titles of autobiographies. A favorite was found in the Bas Bleu catalog. Their employees were featured in the catalog, complete with the question, "What would be the title of your autobiography?" One woman answered, Finally, a Book About Me! (the perfect title for a book reviewer's autobiography.) Any ideas for your autobiography?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

The latest from the staff photographer


Snow at the mill


Cherry blossoms in snow


Clear afternoon sunshine


Pond reflections

One reason we subscribe to World Magazine

is the writing of Andree Seu. In the February 11th issue: All Your Mind:

If the Pharisees had known what it meant to love the Lord with "all your mind" (Mark 12:30) and not to reduce righteousness to rote rules, they might have understood why mercy is better than sacrifice (Matthew 12:7), and why money donated to the Temple does not absolve you of obligation to your parents (Matthew 15:1-9), and why people hanging around Jesus don't feel like fasting (Mark 2:18-22).

I have often wished the Christian life were a to-do list dispensed daily from on high, eliminating guesswork:

* Today, call your mother
* Increase your tithe by $20
* Send Calvin to Philmont Christian Academy
* Read this book, not that one
* Move to Winnsboro, Texas
* Plastics!

I would gladly comply with that kind of piety. But I think the Christian life is by faith in order that it be by engagement of "all your mind" (Romans 14:5b).


Other articles by Seu:

Finishing Well
The Older Woman
The Dirt on Dirt
From 1999, after the death of her husband:
An hour at evening: A lament from a wife at her husband's grave

Click here to subscribe to World.

Eight Is Not Enough

by Meghan Cox Gurdon
The Wall Street Journal , January 6
Today fewer than 10% of Americans live in households of five or more people and only 1.8% in families of seven or more. That means that if your family consists of a mother and father and five children, you live where I do, which is statistically on the lunatic fringe.

There is, however, one corner of the U.S. where family size has suddenly expanded to titanic proportions, and it isn't Utah. It's Hollywood.


Going on to refer to "Nanny McPhee", "Cheaper by the Dozen 2", and "Yours, Mine & Ours", she says,
"On film, vast numbers of ankle-biters inevitably means enduring a dreadful mess. Fully laden buffet tables collapse, porridge flies, pitchers of orange juice spray across the room. These are all visual metaphors for the loss of control and decorum that having a large number of children apparently entails."


and my favorite paragraph:

"People always tense up when they see a big family coming," observes our 11-year-old, a veteran observer of adult fastidiousness. "Movies like these are cute," she says, "but they don't do anything to lessen the idea that if you have a large family, something is going to explode" (a common occurrence in these movies.)


Thanks to At A Hen's Pace for the link.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Miscellaneous

Amanda at Wittingshire has a list of her children's favorite books. I think it is a great list, but perhaps that is because it could easily be called my children's favorites list. (Except Hank the Cowdog...how have we made it through all these years without even seeing one of these books?)

BusinessWeek online has an article on homeschooling:
No longer the bailiwick of religious fundamentalists or neo-hippies looking to go off the cultural grid, homeschooling is a growing trend among the educated elite. More parents believe that even the best-endowed schools are in an Old Economy death grip in which kids are learning passively when they should be learning actively, especially if they want an edge in the global knowledge economy. "A lot of families are looking at what's happening in public or private school and saying, 'You know what? I could do better, and I'd like to be a bigger part of my kid's life,"' says University of Illinois education professor Christopher Lubienski.

I link it because it is a positive view, and it does makes home education sound rather glamorous. I would probably be lumped in with either the religious fundamentalists OR the neo-hippies (I think if you have a sprouter on the counter, you are a member of that club, right?) but it's interesting that home education is seen now as an option for a growing number of people. Many of us actually do accomplish the majority of our children's education at home, rather than traveling to exotic places to see things firsthand, but it is nice to have home education validated.

Dear Kate at Under the Sky had this quote in a list of notable quotables, and it made me laugh:
"Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke." Lynda Barry

And, in honor of President's Day, my husband's favorite speech: Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
(With thanks to Semicolon for the link.)

Just having fun




With thanks to Islandsparrow for the link to this fun idea and for a beautiful blog.

Want to make your own magazine cover? Here's the link.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Turning seven


Seven!!!!

Happy, happy birthday to our youngest. Friday was a busy day of celebrating -- presents, time with Daddy at work, burgers with everyone at home for lunch, chocolate cake in the shape of a cathedral (thanks to our dinner guests), and plenty of love and appreciation to keep the smile glowing all night long.



It's been a full year of being six, with learning to ski and taking a fifteen-mile hike as the highlights, and now seven is already off with a bang. Today is a ski day for those who aren't of the fair weather variety. I have one ten-year-old home with me, and the rest have headed off to the slopes, hoping the promise of low temperatures would scare off some of the holiday weekend crowds. With the light powder that fell throughout much of Friday and Saturday night, though, my guess is that the snow conditions will help many to ignore the thermometer. That didn't scare my seven-year-old, though. He is ready to swish on the slopes for as long as possible.



When everyone was little (my oldest was eight when my youngest was born), there were days that felt very long. Even then, though, I knew that one day I would wake up and my youngest would be growing up. Now, the day has come. Everyone can tie their own shoes, make a sandwich in a pinch, pack their skis in the car, and take care of themselves in the bathroom (unless they are stranded without any toilet paper.) I am so glad that I did not hurry those early years. I have enjoyed each season of parenting, even the "three under three" days, but my guess is that the best is yet to be. Amidst our disagreements, and the hard work of each day, my six family members are really good company. I look forward to the years ahead, and give special thought to the future with this thoughtful, energetic, intelligent young man. I am proud to be his mama, happy to be his teacher, delighted to watch him grow. Happy birthday, son.


Those weren't rain clouds.

Friday, February 17, 2006

For Donna...

Miz Booshay has asked for a look at what we see out our front doors. Here is my view:


Looking right out my door.



In the distance there are rain clouds approaching.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Hello, Sweden!



This pie chart fascinates me. When I think of checking my site meter statistics, I love to see which countries will show up as a slice. I know Jordan's face (hello, Melissa!), I can guess Canada (Margaret? Kim? Sarah?), but Korea? Sweden? Philippines? Even the U.K. visitor is a mystery to me. And then there is poor "Unknown Country." Your country may be unknown, but your visit is welcome. Thanks to all of you for stopping by.

**Added later**
The UK has a name! Belinda, thanks for writing.

**Even later**
And now for Korea: Hello, Lisa.

Happy Valentine's Day

Sunday, February 12, 2006

The current ....

Soundtrack:

Chocolat

Light reading:
Parnassus on Wheels and Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley
"I never expected to be an author! But I do think there are some amusing things about the story of Andrew and myself and how books broke up our placid life. When John Gutenberg, whose real name (so the Professor says) was John Gooseflesh, borrowed that money to set up his printing press he launched a lot of troubles on the world.

Andrew and I were wonderfully happy on the farm until he became an author. If I could have foreseen all the bother his writings were to cause us, I would certainly have burnt the first manuscript in the kitchen stove."


Movie in the queue:

Babette's Feast

When you live in different states, it makes it difficult for friends to enjoy a Friday night movie together. So, you have to resort to cyber-movie dates. Two friends, one in Oregon and one in Washington, joined me in the commitment to watch Chocolat and then send any thoughts that had been let loose with the viewing. It made for an inbox sprinkled with critique and appreciation, with discussion ranging from femininity and red shoes to societal rules and Christian freedom. Next on the list: Babette's Feast.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Pretzel success




Well, I made the pretzels I mentioned last week. Let's call them a success since they were on the counter for approximately five minutes before they were reduced to a few crumbs on a plate.

R.I.P.



The nine lives of Maxwell Smart the cat have come to an end. Last Sunday, as the warmth of a February sun comforted us, we said our goodbyes with a purple and yellow crocus bouquet, a cross made by my youngest, and a tidy little burial place dug by my oldest son. It's a relief to know that his body is now at rest, but we still miss him.



Rest in peace, Max.

The marketing campaign has already begun for a new cat. Mom is, understandably, reluctant, but she is already weakening. When my dear cat Murphy died two summers ago, I was firmly convinced that there was no room in my heart or my life for another cat. We left on vacation only to return and find a white, scrawny puff of a cat on our back hill. He checked us out for a few days and made the decision to join the family. What I thought about it didn't seem important to him, but he did manage to win my hard heart pretty quickly. His only complaint, eighteen months later, is that we have him as an outside cat. This scrawny puff has transformed into the largest, furriest cat I have ever owned, and he is beginning to convince us that indoors is his rightful spot. Since Mom prefers to have a cat indoors, we think that we might have a match here. We'll see.


The irresistible puff with a mind of his own.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Being ten includes ...


a tree fort,


flowers and hats and pretty pink dresses,


a fence with a view,


and a day of celebration.


Happy birthday, to my not-so-little Bear.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

A note on Seasonal Soundings (with an update)

If any of you are regular readers at Seasonal Soundings, I just heard from Janie that her blog appears to have tanked. For no known reason, her template is blank, her links are gone...poof! I was so eager for Janie to begin blogging, I just can't accept that she might have to call it quits. Sniff. Perhaps she will find someone who can find all that missing data for her.

Most of my week's spare moments have been spent fixing or replacing numerous (as in double-digit numerous) pieces of electronic equipment. Knowing now that anything that can break will (and probably this week), I immediately went to my template and copied the whole thing into a Word document. For you, that may just be second nature, but I always expect things to work and stay working. Silly me.

Here's hoping you find all those lost gems, Janie.

**UPDATE** She figured it out and Seasonal Soundings is back. But, if you blog, follow her advice. Blogger has been behaving strangly, and I sure don't want to be found with my html missing!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)



"When I speak of home, I speak of the place where -- in default of a better -- those I love are gathered together; and if that place were a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding." Nicholas Nickleby

"There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast." The Pickwick Papers

Happy Birthday, Mr. Dickens! You are the one exception to my rule that books are not for show. Years ago we were given a complete set of Dickens' works, but they are "for display only." The leather is old, the pages are fragile, but I still love to see them on my pine cupboard shelf. If something is going to gather dust in the higher reaches of my living room, better Mr. Dickens than a collection of porcelain figurines.

Thanks to Semicolon for the Dickens birthday reminder.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Andrew Wyeth (born 1917)


Groundhog Day (1959)

Born in Pennsylvania, Andrew Newel Wyeth studied under his father, book illustrator Newel Convers Wyeth. After his father’s death in 1945, he began to paint watercolor and tempera landscapes and mixed his own pigments to create his distinctive subdued palette. He also was interested in painting the rural life in his home state, Pennsylvania, and in Maine. His portraits of these people are almost photographic in their degree of realism. (World Wide Arts Resources)



Pennsylvania Landscape (1941)

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the
landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show."
- Andrew Wyeth

Friday, February 03, 2006

Our health crusade & homemade pretzels



In the early hours of flu recovery in mid-January, I made some resolutions. Illness had had its way in our family too often over the last eight months and I was, literally, sick of it. We've made several changes, one of which is I have been on a cooking crusade, making sure that I know the exact ingredients in our food. I have been using that outer rim of the grocery store more than the inner aisles (where premade treats sing their siren song) and I have been baking more. Fresh bread, plus a little fruit spread, has been a welcome replacement to our past treats, but I know that variety will help us stay dedicated. Fortunately, Randi from I Have to Say posted a link to:

The Fresh Loaf: News & Information for Amateur Bakers and Artisan Bread Enthusiasts.

The Fresh Loaf has great recipes, provides an excellent forum for asking questions, and writes recipe instructions with the true amateur in mind. I started with researching sourdough, and I now have my starter beginning its magic in a warm corner of the kitchen. While we wait for it to be ready, I decided to figure out how to make pretzels. This recipe looks great; I'll let you know how they turn out. I know it can always be healthier (whole wheat, freshly ground, sprouted, etc.) but at least the ingredients are simple, and they are an excellent replacement to the bags on the snack aisle at Safeway. Progress, not perfection, is our motto. With the simple changes we have implemented in the last three weeks, we feel so much better.

This post would be incomplete without thanks to Sparrow who, amidst leaky roof diagnostics and flooring renovations, answered many questions and gave several helpful suggestions. The woman is a fount of knowledge.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Close siblings


A porch visit


Duet practice


Dr. Seuss read-aloud time


More Dr. Seuss

It's not always a peaceful kingdom at A Circle of Quiet, but I am enjoying the many glimpses of tranquility I have had this week.

Assessment season

It is not only winter here in California, but it is assessment season at the local middle school. A writing exam, administered last week, is in the process of being corrected as I type. As the wife of a teacher, I see the intense pressure that is placed on the teachers to "make sure" the students pass. One of my husband's co-workers woke up her husband by talking about assessment in her sleep. For my husband, it simply results in lost sleep. These are conscientious teachers who care for the young people in their classrooms. But, can we all admit that there is a limit to what a teacher can do in forty-five or ninety minutes of daily time with a student? The teacher has no influence on the amount of sleep, the diet, the amount of exercise or the leisure activities that might help or hinder a student's success. I have no problem with the goal and expectation that students be literate, that they write coherently, that they be educated in the subjects that will make them successful adults. The current pressure does not seem to be accomplishing that goal, though.

As I pondered these things, I found these articles, (Guardian) and (London Times), on a recent education study done in England. (Thanks to friend Amanda at Wittingshire)
"After studying 25,000 children across both state and private schools, Philip Adey, a professor of education at King's College London confidently declares: 'The intelligence of 11-year-olds has fallen by three years' worth in the past two decades.'"

"In their painstaking research project Adey and his colleague, psychology professor Michael Shayer, compared the results of today's children with those of children who took exactly the same test in the mid-1990s and also 30 years ago. While most exams have changed (been made easier, if you listen to the critics) this one is the same as it was in 1976 when pupils first chewed their pencils over the problems." (London Times)

"...the question that must be answered is why children's developmental skills have fallen off so much. Shayer is reluctant to be drawn into specifics.

'We can speculate,' he says, 'but there's no hard evidence. I would suggest that the most likely reasons are the lack of experiential play in primary schools, and the growth of a video-game, TV culture. Both take away the kind of hands-on play that allows kids to experience how the world works in practice and to make informed judgments about abstract concepts.'" (Guardian)


I think it is important to remember what has been given up for the television and video game time, and not just blame the use of screen time. If you are in front of a computer or television, you are not in a tree, you are not in a sandbox, you are not taking a walk or getting dirty enough to annoy your mother if she is too tired to see how important your play is. You aren't reading, or talking, or getting a scraped knee or digging a hole. What about drawing, designing Lego creations or choreographing groups of fairies, or knights or horses? These things can all look like a waste of time to someone who is thinking about college admissions as they watch their preschooler at play. But, they are valuable in the formation of a person. It's hard to quantify the value, though. And, if the pressure to compete begins at five (or earlier), it might seem like a luxury that you can't afford.

I have a dear friend who lives in the "best" school district in California. This woman's daughter was flunking kindergarten and when I asked her how the other children were faring, she said that a majority of the children spent their afternoon hours in formal tutoring sessions to make sure they moved on to first grade. Things have changed a lot since I was taking a nap on a blue shag rug in Miss Stevenson's morning kindergarten class. I hope that one of the effects of this study is that children's play can be given the respect it deserves, and perhaps children can be left alone a bit to get dirty, race bikes, draw imaginary worlds or simply stare at the sky.

For interesting comments on this study, see these posts by the Headmistress at The Common Room:

Why Kids Can't Think and More on Why Kids Can't Think

Happy Groundhog Day

Punxsutawney Groundhog Sees His Shadow (ABC News.)

"Don't put those winter coats away just yet. The world's most famous weather prognosticating groundhog was roused from his burrow at 7:23 a.m. Thursday and saw his shadow, a sign that there'll be six more weeks of winter."


For some of us this is good news!

For tonight's viewing:

Four Years Later

COVID:2 Collage  Four years ago today we all came home for the lock down. Middle school classes conducted by zoom on the deck, college cours...