Monday, December 24, 2007

Today's walk


Swinging while the rest of us got ready to go.


My fellow-walkers



Somehow this lonely hydrant looked festive in the green field.


The view of the pond from the lower road.


But then there was the guy who turned back:




You may have noticed a glimpse of a crutch in the group photo. Well, it was our dear, wild man middle child. He made serious contact with a wheelbarrow in the dark during a game of tag. Yes, tag, dark and a wheelbarrow. Sigh.



After a week of pain, and a rather impressive looking gash on the leg, we made a visit to the doctor and the radiology department. But, it is NOT broken. It will make a he-man scar, but it is all in one painful piece. Since the itinerary for the next ten days includes swing dancing in Idaho and competitive speech and debate in San Diego, we all breathed a collective sigh of relief and a group prayer of thanksgiving.

Patches of Godlight

The other day Donna asked us to share a favorite quote. I immediately reached for this volume:


Patches of Godlight: Father Tim's Favorite Quotes by Jan Karon

Designed as if it really is Father Tim's own chapbook, it is printed as a handwritten volume with quotes on everything from faith, the literary life, friendship and love, by such favorites as C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L'Engle, G.K. Chesterton, Aristotle and Dave Barry (yes, Dave Barry.)

A few favorites:

"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen." Churchill

"...it is very well worthwhile to be tormented for two or three years of one's life, for the sake of being able to read all the rest of it." Jane Austen

And the one I shared in the Quiet Life comment section:

"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are - chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away." George Eliot

For those who don't know, Jan Karon is done with her Mitford series, and she has a new series started about Father Tim. The first volume is on the shelves:


Home to Holly Springs by Jan Karon

Yes, the plot takes unbelievable turns and at the same time is predictable...but I love Father Tim. I am glad to know more about his childhood, as I can relate to dark childhood days being redeemed by faith in Christ. That redemption makes for a vibrant adult life, but it still requires healing and forgiveness.

Lauren Winner's thoughts on Jan Karon:
Sherry with Father Tim: A conversation with Lauren Winner about Jan Karon's fiction.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.


My favorite rendition is on Steve Bell's Feast of Seasons

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Twilight of the Books

What will life be like if people stop reading?
by Caleb Crain
Perhaps readers venture so readily outside because what they experience in solitude gives them confidence. Perhaps reading is a prototype of independence. No matter how much one worships an author, Proust wrote, “all he can do is give us desires.” Reading somehow gives us the boldness to act on them. Such a habit might be quite dangerous for a democracy to lose.

Read the article here: New Yorker 12/24/07

HT: Wittingshire
via Mental Multivitamin

Homeschool blog awards interview

As a 2005 winner of the Best Arts blog from the Homeschool Blog Awards, they asked me for an interview for their Winner Wednesday post. You can find the interview here.

I've been the interviewer many times for The Old Schoolhouse Magazine, but this was the first time at being the interview-ee. I enjoyed it very much.

But, as my friend Miz Booshay said, "Now, get blogging!" I agree. I must get back to the keyboard more often. It's a good habit, for my brain and my soul, and I look forward to it.

Friday, December 21, 2007

So grateful



One of my favorite nights of the year is the Friday night when Christmas break starts for my husband. Twenty-two years ago, on Friday December 20th, we got engaged to be married. I am more grateful than ever that my husband was a visionary and could see beyond the twenty-six-year-old I was then.

"All my soul follows you, love....and I live in being yours." Robert Browning

previous post

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Part of the current pile


An Intimate Look at the Night Sky
by Chet Raymo

"It is breathtaking simply to be here," wrote the poet Rainer Maria Rilke. Breathtaking to stand under a starry sky and look deeply into the universe of galaxies. Breathtaking to participate in the constantly changing drama of the night sky. Star watching at its best is a total experience, involving all of the senses - the sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and tactile sensations of the night. It is this complete immersion into darkness and light, informed by knowledge, open to mystery, that renews our intimacy with the cosmos.
Thank you, . Nothing like getting rid of books I don't want and getting a beautiful hardcover book like this.



An Irish Country Doctor by Patrick Taylor

"What'll it be?" O'Reilly stood at a sideboard that bore cut-glass decanters and ranks of glasses.

"Small sherry, please." Barry sat in a big armchair. O'Reilly's upstairs sitting room was comfortably furnished. Three Milliken watercolours of game birds adorned the wall over a wide fireplace. Two walls were hidden by floor-to-ceiling bookcases. From Barry's quick appraisal of the titles - from Plato's Republic, Caesar's De Bello Gallica, Winnie-The-Pooh and its Latin translation Winnie Ille Pu, to the collected works of Somerset Maugham, Graham Greene, John Steinbeck, Ernest Hemingway, and Leslie Charteris's The Saint books - O'Reilly's reading tastes were wide ranging.
Old doctor trains new doctor. Definite reminders of James Harriot and Sigfried, with people instead of animals. You must be able to tolerate a helping of salty language to be able to relax and enjoy this.



Mudhouse Sabbath: An Invitation to a Life of Spiritual Discipline by Lauren Winner

It is now going on seven years since I converted from Judaism to Christianity, and I am still in that blissed-out newlywed stage in which you can't believe your good fortune and you know that this person (in this case Jesus) whom you have chosen (or, in this case, who has chosen you) is the best person on the whole planet and you wouldn't take all the tea in China or a winning Lotto ticket or even a nice country estate in exchange.

Still, I miss my Jewish ways. I miss the rhythms and routines that drew the sacred down into the everyday. I miss Sabbaths on which I actually rested....

This is a book about those things I miss. It is about Sabbaths and weddings and burials and prayers, rituals Jews and Christians both observe...It is, to be blunt, about spiritual practices that Jews do better. It is, to be blunter, about Christian practices that would be enriched, that would be thicker and more vibrant, if we took a few lessons from Judaism.
I've heard about Lauren Winner's writing for years, and often find her articles in Books and Culture to be favorites, but I just started reading her books. Girl Meets God was terrific, so I searched out a copy of Mudhouse Sabbath to add to my reading pile. I am not disappointed. Intense and thoughtful, Winner writes like someone I would love to meet at the Mudhouse for lattes and conversation that I am sure would make me laugh and make me squirm.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The little red bench


"If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns." ~ Madeleine L'Engle

With the passing of each year, I have waved farewell to a bit more of my extroverted self. Perhaps with five children and a communicative husband, it is more that my extroversion is now used up in the privacy of my own home. But even at home, amidst these interesting and complex individuals, I find the need to break away for some daily quiet. We have a small house, so over the years I have sat on the broken steps in the garden, leaned back in a camping chair in the corner of the driveway under the inky night sky, or grabbed my camera and tromped in the woods to find new foliage to photograph all.by.myself.

Now I have the perfect spot, just outside my bright red front door. In my search through thrift stores, I came upon a little bench. A little red bench. I walked up as the proprieter unloaded it out of his pick-up truck, and I knew right where I would put it. On the front door deck, by the ivy, and I could even picture it with garden boots or camo helmets tucked underneath.

With a view of the sunset at night, or the glow on the valley across the way in the morning, it is my place to sit and be quiet. You see, if I don't find time to be quiet, my life no longer makes sense, and the noise around me builds to a cacophony. I need to sort out my thoughts, to regain my purpose in order to live an intentional life. I might read or pray or think, but sometimes I need to rest first. Like dirt settling in a glass of water, the clutter in my mind sinks and things begin to clear. Then the prayers of my heart can rise, and I can return to the busy life inside the red door.

"The shadows are deepening all around us. Now is the time when we must begin to see our world and ourselves in a different way." Madeleine L'Engle

My little red bench is where I begin to see in a different way.


A Circle of Quiet by Madeleine L'Engle

Monday, November 05, 2007

Here we go



Saturday was the beginning of our sons' first year of debate competition. This year's resolution is:

Resolved: That the United States federal government should substantially change its policy on illegal immigration. ~ NCFCA


They are researching both sides of the issues. They are learning about border fences, impacts on the economy, anchor babies, rights and privileges of citizenship, impacts on social services and hospitals, and much, much more.

I am learning about debate lingo in order to be a helpful and fair judge, how to provide meals for starving debaters without over-spending the budget, how to shop thrift stores for Italian suits, and how to influence my sons on their choice of ties. I am very opinionated about ties. So are they. We'll see who wins that debate.

I loved sitting back at the end of the day, camera in hand, and catching the faces of these students. I have no idea what the future holds for my sons, or for any of their debating friends, but I am so pleased with the skills they are learning this year. And it has only just begun.





The Great Truffle Give-Away




And the winner is:

Christine!

I've emailed her.
I've bought the piles of chocolate and cream and extracts.
The chocolatier is open.

Thanks to everyone for joining the fun. I now know that if one wants to boost interest, offer chocolate. I had NO idea I would be picking from so many names.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Just to say thanks

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The Fall, Y'all bloggy giveaway is happening this week, and I decided to join the fun. After all, many of you have faithfully clicked on my blog over the last few months and found absolutely.nothing.changed for days and weeks at a time. Now that I am back in the swing of things, I looked over my site meter stats; I really cannot believe that so many of you kept checking in. THANKS!

So, I am going to give away a DOZEN homemade truffles. Yes, chocolate truffles. Yes, homemade. Want to see a picture of previous batches? Yeah, me, too:



Want to see the recipe? Click here. We will be making them on Monday and will mail them on Tuesday to the lucky winner. I think I better limit this offer to the United States readers, though. Melissa, I think those truffles wouldn't be worth much by the time they reached Jordan *smile*

Hmmmm, what could I offer an international winner? How about a dozen home-made cards? They will have either a photograph or stenciling design that I created, or drawing or calligraphy that my daughter made. They won't be specific to any season or celebration; they'll just be year-round useful. And beautiful, of course.

To be entered into the drawing, all you need to do is email me and let me know you are joining the fun. My contact information can be found on the sidebar. Please specify if you are a U.S. reader or an international reader, and we will draw the fortunate winner on Sunday, November 4th. I will announce the winner Monday morning, November 5th, and I will ask for the winner's mailing information at that time.

To see the l-o-n-g list of other give-aways, click here.

November



"The season of colds, which ran all the way through to the end of February, started in November, when the magical, golden enchantment of autumn days (the wine of the seasons, when the year held its breath at the approach of frost and fire) turned into the raw damp of the backend of the year, clogging leaves packed underfoot and chilling fog pervading everything. If I had to draw a picture of November, I think I would draw an old man in a grey macintosh, blowing his nose. Even the smoky delights of fireworks and baked potatoes on bonfire night do no more than hold off the depression of those creeping fingers of darkness and cold."




The Hawk and the Dove by Penelope Wilcock

For two people who absolutely LOVE November, this is a strange quote to choose as a favorite. I think it is the "wine of the seasons" comment that charms me. My daughter says that Wilcock is describing November so vividly, and that we love those qualities that she finds depressing. Of course, we live in Northern California, and this book is based in wet, cold England. We spend the broiling months of July and August dreaming of the "creeping fingers of darkness and cold." Every autumn I breathe a sigh of relief and contentment.

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

To guarantee one useful email a day, subscribe to A.Word.A.Day.

Today's email:


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?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Company's comin'

We're expecting some special guests tomorrow night. My friend Susan is speaking in Sacramento this week-end (see information about the conference here) and she's bringing one of her sons with her. They'll both be our guests tomorrow night, and then my husband and children will play happy hosts to her son while I get some perspective and down time at the conference. Sounds like a win-win-win to me. Of course, one of the best parts of going to the conference will be seeing my friend Kate. We won't be losing a night's sleep laughing about Ewan MacGregor, like we did at the conference in Spring of 2006, but any time spent with Kate makes my life better. She's just that kind of friend.

I really enjoy getting the house ready for company. I'm good at keeping the grime and clutter away for our family, but I always like to put in a little extra for overnight guests. Yes, I know I should do it just for us, but I guess I like the motivation of special occasions. Call it a fault, but there you have it. Maybe I should just make sure we have company more often.

If you'll be at the conference, let me know. I'd love to see you there.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Madeleine L'Engle (1918-2007)

New York Times

"Madeleine L’Engle, who in writing more than 60 books, including childhood fables, religious meditations and science fiction, weaved emotional tapestries transcending genre and generation, died Thursday in Connecticut. She was 88.

'Why does anybody tell a story?' Ms. L’Engle once asked, even though she knew the answer.

'It does indeed have something to do with faith,” she said, “faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.'"


With a daughter named Madelaine and a blog named A Circle of Quiet, it won't surprise anyone that the news of Madeleine L'Engle's death makes me sad.

Rest eternal grant to her, O Lord;
And let light perpetual shine upon her.
~The Book of Common Prayer~

*48*





"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."
Louisa May Alcott


I wait for the Lord, My soul does wait,
And in His word do I hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
More than the watchmen for the morning;
Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.
O, Israel, hope in the Lord;
For with the Lord there is lovingkindness,
And with Him is abundant redemption.
~Psalm 130~


These quotes are from the birthday card my husband left for me on the table this morning. It was a wonderful greeting to find waiting for me after a long and luxurious night's sleep. Aaah, the privilege of a birthday.

Today I will not teach. I will not cook. I'd say I will not be grouchy, but we've already had some cross moments. But that doesn't discourage me. We can always start fresh.

I have requested a strange combination of things for my birthday. A dump run may not sing your song, but it sure does mine. So does another load donated to the local thrift store. I have flowers and plants to fill in the front porch pots, and a trip to make to the nursery to get herbs for my windowsill boxes. My offspring have chores to do for me: power washing the house, helping me to paint a wall, cooking those meals I am not cooking, and other beautification tasks.

There are a few more foofy items on my list. My dear mother has given me a gift certificate for a spa pedicure. Just the thought makes me smile. Nothing says "luxury" to me like a pedicure. I also asked my daughter to make several pairs of earrings from our huge stash of bead supplies. She's quite a craft queen, so I now have six new pairs!

Tonight my husband and I are going to sneak out for some wine tasting at our favorite restaurant. We'd have dinner there, too, but on Monday I am having my final birthday luxury -- four hours of house cleaning help. We'll save money and have dinner at home. Deep cleaning is the perfect finale for my birthday, and it's a great way to start the school year.

Oh, and there is a stack of books, too. Some were found on amazon.com with gift certificates, and some were from half-price day at the thrift store. When I am done working today, I will have to choose where to dig in. What a delicious problem. Book details coming tomorrow.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

School beginnings

Yes, we just "finished" last year's work, but we do try and celebrate a new school year's beginning.

Rather than starting everything at once, we've been peeling back the onion, one layer at a time. Layer one was speech and debate. We spent three full days at "camp", learning the basics of debate and working on the beginnings of speeches for the coming competitive season. How can hard work be such a blast? My suggestion is to choose good co-workers. And a backyard pool sure doesn't hurt.

So, the computer has been used for debate research




and then.....



layer two got peeled back last week: Great Books 1, 2 and 4, Latin 1 and 2, Homeric Greek and Gibbon's Roman History all began in earnest. Fortunately, dear Emily Callihan (soon to be Wells) teaches Latin, and her esteemed dad, Wes Callihan, teaches the rest. My job is to ask questions, remind about deadlines, provide coffee for early morning reading and class, laugh at Wes' jokes, and -- oh yeah -- pay for the classes. I knew there was one not-so-easy task. But, it is worth every penny to see one's children enthused by the Big Ideas and listening in on the Great Conversation.



The final layer is being peeled back this week. My third and sixth grade students began their seat work, with a special request for daily paper grading and homework, please! Happy to oblige. Obviously hair brushing is optional.



Amidst all those onion peels, though, someone made the time to advance to the Life rank in scouts. Four more merit badges, troop leadership for six months, and a service project, and he will have worked his way to the Eagle Scout rank. Nice work, son.



For some, the homeschool advantage is to sip an early morning cup of tea by candlelight, in her jammies, long after the school bus has roared away from the stop. A humane approach to life disguised as a luxurious cuppa.



Even though farewell to summer means no more camping adventures, I welcome the quieter days of autumn (and would happily welcome cooler weather, thank you very much.) What beautiful students I have.

Three by Annie Dillard (and one more)


Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
An American Childhood
The Writing Life.

"Ezekiel excoriates false prophets as those who have 'not gone up into the gaps.' The gaps are the thing...the gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are the fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fjords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn and unlock - more than a maple - a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you."

-- Pilgrim at Tinker Creek --

Why, why, why did it take me years, decades even, to love Annie Dillard? I tried, over and over, to read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, but I think I needed to become more of an introvert to finally "get" her.

As we left for our week of heaven-on-earth in Oregon, I found myself grabbing my three-in-one Annie Dillard that included the elusive Pilgrim, tucking the book in the door pocket as we drove off for our pre-dawn escape north. We drove as far as Tonia's the first day, and Dillard would most likely have sat there like a forgotten mascot if I hadn't plunked down in a comfy chair and found myself staring at the same book on Tonia's table by the window. What perfect timing! For my few minutes of quiet before helping with dinner, I read, and I made the wise choice to start with An American Childhood rather than Pilgrim. I was hooked.
"For as long as I could remember, I had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. Now I was in my own way; I myself was a dark object I could not ignore. I couldn't remember how to forget myself. I didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal iwth myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as I might, I couldn't avoid it. I was a boulder blocking my own path. I was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush.

So this was adolescence."

-- An American Childhood --

Was it the beautiful surroundings, or finally having time with my friend who loves Dillard? Perhaps, or maybe it was just the right time. Whatever the reason, I made my way through all three books, finishing them while we were still at the beach. Now I understand why Tonia and my dear niece The Autumn Rain and so many others have quoted her writing. Her word choices paint vivid pictures of people and places and feelings.
"Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our hearts? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power? What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?"

-- The Writing Life --

With a gift certificate to use at amazon.com, I bought Annie Dillard's new novel, The Maytrees. I can hardly wait to get started.
"The Maytrees were young long ago."

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