Wednesday, October 31, 2007

New neighbors

We got a call on Sunday that our neighbors needed some weekday help with one of their new baby goats. Twins had been born and one of the goats wasn't able to stand up on his own legs to feed. Would our eleven-year-old be willing to come down each day at noon to do a feeding? Oh, yeah. She is willing. Thrilled. Filled with joy each day as she counts down to noon.

And...she is now recruiting to own goats, of course.





Happy girl. Happy goat.



Not to be left out simply because he can feed himself, this one tried to help himself to the boot.



An extra pair of hands are helpful to babysit the two other babies while she feeds Blackie. The good news today was that Blackie was standing, however weakly, on all four legs. Soon, we hope, he'll be feeding himself. The hard work is paying off.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

John Keats (1795 - 1821)




To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Another plug for A.Word.A.Day

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nosism (NO-siz-em) noun

The use of 'we' in referring to oneself.

[From Latin nos (we).]

As it's often used by editors, it's also known as the "editorial we". It's also called "the royal we" owing to its frequent use by royalty. Mark Twain once said, "Only kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial 'we'."

-Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

"We must avoid both egoism and nosism in order to realize the glory of
humanity." J. Odera Oruka; Philosophy, Humanity and Ecology; Diane Publishing; 1996.



Mark Twain makes me laugh!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Recommended viewing


Sweet Land

Recommended by favorite blogs Quiet Life and Magistramater, so I found a copy and watched. Then I watched a second time. I love it. A good look at prejudice, hard work, community, marriage. Great music, beautiful scenery. Subtle. Powerful.



Harvey

Fifty cents at the thrift store. I love Jimmy Stewart, but we had never seen Harvey. Where has this classic been hiding from us? We loved it. We laughed, and then we talked, talked, talked, and about who is really sane and intelligent and who is crazy. Great entertainment but it stays with you.

Today's beauty




I spent fifteen minutes outside today, enjoying the falling leaves and the warm-yet-cool temperatures. Just fifteen minutes, focusing my telephoto lens on the bright blue skies, the brown and gold and orange falling from the towering oaks, and breathing in the smoke-free air.







All week we have been praying for friends and strangers in Southern California, sobered by the immensity of the fires in our state. I've had vivid nightmares of trying to evacuate my family, and I have found myself waking up through the night thinking I was smelling smoke. Fire scares me, so I will keep praying. I am deeply grateful for hard-working fire fighters; what a difficult job they do.

In my inbox

From Dr. Norm Lund, via a dear friend, an educational, educative, enlightening, explanatory, helpful, illuminating, informational, instructional, useful list of adjectives.

BEYOND COOL! COOL ALERT! GO HIGHER! GO BEYOND COOL!
NEW & IMPROVED! * TRY ONE OF THESE SAVVY ADJECTIVES! *

absorbing
alluring (pleasantly enticing; ah-LOOR-ing)
amusing
assiduous (constantly attentive; eh-SIJ-yoo-us)
astute (shrewd; keenly discerning)
auspicious (favored by fortune; aw-SPISH-us)
benefic (gracious; charitable)
benignant (serenely mild and kind; bih-NIG-nent)
canny (careful; shrewd)
captivating
condign (worthy, deserved; KAWN-dine)
cogent (compelling; convincing; KOE-jent)
delightful
ebullient (filled with excitement; ih-BULL-yent)
enchanting
engaging
enjoyable
eximious (choice; excellent: egg-ZIM-ee-us)
fascinating
felicitous (pleasant, delightful; fell-ISS-ih-tess)
germane (relevant; jer-MANE)
gripping
ineffable (beyond expression; in-EFF-eh-bull)
ingenious (creative; original; in-JEEN-yuss)
invigorating (refreshing; in-VIGG-or-ate-ing)
lively
phantasmagorical (characterized by fantastic imagery)
piquant (pleasantly pungent; stimulating: PEEK-ent)
propitious (favorably disposed; preh-PISH-us)
puissant (powerful; potent; PWISS-ent)
pulchritudinous (filled with beauty; pul-krih-TOO-din-uss)
radical (thorough, extreme, dealing with the deepest issues)
refreshing
refulgent (shining radiantly; rih-FULL-jent)
riveting (capturing one's attention; RIH-veh-ting)
sagacious (keenly perceptive; seh-GAY-shuss)
savvy (shrewd and well-informed)
salubrious (favorable to health; seh-LOO-bree-us)
scintillating (full of sparks; brilliant; SIN-till-late-ing)
sedulous (carefully diligent; SEDJ-oo-lus)
serendipitous (surprisingly valuable or agreeable)
trenchant (forcefully deep and effective; TREN-chent)
veracious (truthfully accurate; vurr-AYE-shuss)
winsome (very pleasant and charming; WIN-sum)
zany (outlandishly ludicrous; ZAY-nee)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Confessions of a speech mom

"Extemporaneous speaking is a limited preparation event where the speaker is given a limited amount of time to prepare a speech on a current event topic. (Thirty minutes to prepare a speech of seven minutes maximum length. There is no minimum length.)"

Little did I know what would happen to me when I agreed to be a timer for a round of extemporaneous speeches at last year's tournament in Los Angeles. I was so inspired by the students' speeches that I decided then and there to get involved with our extemp. students in the coming year. Well, it's one thing to be inspired by young women and men who have spent h-o-u-r-s studying current events, some of them over the last four, five or six y-e-a-r-s. It's another to try and wax eloquently, or even wax coherently, about all the issues in all the countries in the whole wide world. I have never been a learn-to-swim in the deep-end kind of gal, but I suddenly found myself paddling for my life in the choppy waters of current events. What I did not know two months ago could fill many, many, many volumes of single-spaced, small font books. Many.

Exit blogging. Enter The Economist. The headlines of The New York Times and The Washington Post. World Magazine. An occasional glimpse at The Wall Street Journal. I've spent many hours on Google news, looking at the top stories, comparing them to the week before, trying to sort out what relates to what, and who is in charge of what country/uprising/bank, etc. Enter Sudan, Myanmar, Rice's trip to the Mideast, the 2008 election, the national policies on education and forest management, and the volatility of the stock market. I even found an old economics textbook on the free table at the library. A couple of months ago I never would have even noticed it sitting there, but I practically heard it sing my name. Its pages are dog-eared now.

Many times I have felt like someone trying to learn a new language by full immersion. I have felt the brain equivalent of the blank stare and had to go back to page one and try to understand...again. Things I could have learned twenty or thirty years ago are starting to make sense now, and my brain only goes slightly fuzzy when I read the business section of the local paper. This is all good.

Many things I thought I knew, but I could not define. What exactly is a recession, and how is it different from a depression? Well, one person helped bring levity to my search by providing this definition: "A recession is when you lose your job; a depression is when I lose mine." Okay, so that won't help me with the extemp. students, but laughter does keep me going.

So, I became the tournament director for our speech club mock tournament, and one of my jobs was to write the questions for extemp. Three for each student: one domestic question, one international question, one economic question. Can I even begin to admit how much time this took?

I treated it as an opportunity for humililty (humiliation.) I had to adopt all the attitudes I have urged my children to embrace: "ask questions; admit when you don't know something; it's not something else you don't know -- it's something else you get to learn." Boy am I much more compassionate for their learning challenges, and I am all the more committed to exhorting them to jump into the deep-end when they are learning. Come on in, the water's fine!

New knowledge is like a strong cup of coffee or a brisk walk on an autumn morning -- it's the best. It's embarrassing to admit excitement over learning information that a lot people know when they graduate from high school, but once I got over the blushing and stammering it's been downright exhilarating.

Handy hints for current event students young and old:

Create a glossary of terms and definitions. Don't be afraid to search out anything you can't articulately define in a sentence or two.

Read Google news daily. They post news articles from around the world so you can read the story from the perspectives of different countries. It's good to hear the news from a variety of views. Yes, even if you know you're right.

Read daily. Read a combination of background information and current events, when possible.

Use a map. Find a world map that you can mark up. I am not willing to admit on this blog the things I learned by reading the map, but trust me -- it's been real helpful.

I found creating questions for the students to be a great way to learn about current events. I had to know enough about the history of the issue, and its potential impact on the future, to formulate my questions, and that made me dig deeper in my research. I was ridiculously thrilled to hear students praise my questions. A job well done is so satisfying.

This is one of many of the things I love about home educating my children. We're all learning through daily reading and attempts at conversing, jumping in the deep-end when necessary. I am relishing the conquering of confusion.


Ancora Imparo (I am still learning) ~ Michelangelo

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Catching up

In answer to the question, "What's been going on?"



The CCHE Conference Week-end

I learned a lot from listening to Susan speak at the fifth annual CCHE conference, but one highlight of the week-end was the pedicure on the way to the conference. It was forty-five minutes of total relaxation. They added rose petals to the hot water, they served me a glass of red wine, they handed me the remote for the massage chair that took all the knots out of my shoulders and back, and my fire-engine red toes have reminded me to relax ever since. I plan to find an affordable way to have a pedicure more often.

Susan was a funny, compassionate and interesting speaker, once again, so I have good things to share. I just had to start with the pedicure, okay? More soon.



Scout Expo

Seven THOUSAND scouts from the Golden Empire Council. For some (like me) that might be a nightmare, but our participants had a blast. Archery, friends, and flag ceremony participation were all favorite parts.



A Sixteenth Birthday

Complete with size TWELVE Converse tennies, a cake we named Mt. Vesuvius for its collapsing appearance, and a Kutless concert for the birthday boy and his mother (moi.) My hearing has returned just fine, thank you very much, and I was not the oldest person at the concert. My son had a fantastic time, I jumped up and down when commanded by the child on the stage, and all in all it was a successful event. I do have opinions to spout off when I have a chance, but you'll just have to wait.



First Day of Autumn Tea Party

Complete with flower-filled hairstyling, tea, cookies, egg salad sandwiches, and three dear friends, my younger daughter's first attempt at hosting a tea party was a smash success. My favorite part: our guests' mothers are my dear friends, and we hunkered down in my room to talk the afternoon away.



The Latin Cafe

Using the beautiful autumn weather as an excuse to be outside, we set up food and Wheelocks on the upstairs deck for the boys to have a study session with their sister in preparation for Latin exams.




Cloud watching

Sometimes the view just calls to us, and we head out to the front door deck and watch the sky for awhile. Hearing the rain move toward us across the valley always reminds me of Time of Wonder by Robert McCloskey.

...you, on your island, are standing in the shadow, watching the rain begin to spill down
way across the bay.

The rain comes closer and closer.
Now you hear a million splashes.
Now you even see the drops on the water...
on the age-old rocky point...
on the bayberry...
on the grass...
Now take a breath -
IT'S RAINING ON YOU!





Amidst all these extra-special events, there is the extraordinary calling I have -- being with my children as we learn each day's lessons. With three high school students this year, my mind is always spinning to keep up, but this zesty third grader keeps me laughing and keeps me young. See that twinkle in his eyes? Yep, there is never a dull moment at my house. I am grateful.

Friday, October 05, 2007

It's a chilly, rainy day



The steel gray clouds keep coming and going; the sun keeps lighting up the changing oak leaves and then hiding behind another wall of black. This, of course, causes us to go through the house and turn off or turn on the lights...again. It is our fourth day of rain since school began, and we are thrilled; it is rare that by October 5th we can boast of so many. I know some of you are sad to say "Farewell!" to summer, but we welcome autumn weather like a long-lost, "Where HAVE you been?" favorite friend who comes bearing coffee and good wine.

It may be chilly, but don't worry about keeping my hands warm. Nope, I am cozy wozy, thanks to my hours of stalking Miz Booshay's comment section. Okay, did you miss the connection there? I know; it was pretty subtle. Well, it's like this. Miz Booshay's blog has been a favorite destination of mine for years, and her comment section is filled with friends and family that are smart and ever-so-funny. Over time, I have found a kindred spirit in those comments. I would read something, go on to make an oh-so-witty comment, and wham! there it was already, written by Lynn in WI. Many months of laughing with Lynn from a distance, and I found myself telling Donna via email that Lynn is a hoot, and I wish I could know her in real life. Donna played matchmaker, we started emailing each other, and, as they say in Casablanca, "It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Everything from movie recommendations to "Am I supposed to actually like Kristin Lavransdatter?" to S.O.S. prayer requests have made this cyber-friendship a treat. But now comes the real kicker. For my birthday, Lynn sent me a link to a picture of a pair of gloves, along with the link to the colors available, and she said she wanted to make them for ME! I was stunned. What a generous offer. After much family discussion, I chose my color, emailed Lynn, and continued to be in shock that someone would make me such a nice gift. Look what came to the mailbox at the end of the lane the other day:



The color is a brilliant red. The cables are be-a-u-ti-fully done. They are perfect, and I am happier than happy. Thank you, dear Lynn (whose only blog can be found in Donna's comment section, a tragedy indeed.) Someday I'll treat you to a High-Tech Burrito here in California. Sooner than later, okay?

Four Years Later

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