Friday, July 11, 2008

Friday fill-in



1. Oh, I can't wait until I have a banana split.

2. Abundance is the first thing I see when I open my refrigerator.

3. I never leave home without my glasses and my inhaler.

4. If I were a condiment, I would be Thai sweet chili sauce because it's colorful, unique, sweet, and spicy.

5. Smoking is really high up on my list of pet peeves.

6. The last thing I thought of before I went to bed was things I have to do today.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to getting ready for our trip to Canada, tomorrow my plans include PICKING UP FRANK!!!!!, and Sunday, I want to have a hassle-free expedition!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Fuel for thought

Isn't it true that every time you step on the brake, you waste gasoline?

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I'm all orientated

Two days into my new job and all is well. Orientation was surprisingly fun: even the two-hour legal briefing was entertaining and interesting. And I got a free mug and a pen, and the perks that go along with the benefits package are pretty nifty, and today I got my very own gen-u-ine blue badge.

But returning to my team with said blue badge felt very odd indeed, probably stemming from all those years when I told anyone who asked that I LOVED being a temp and had no interest in going blue.

"I used to care but... things have changed." — Bob Dylan

Monday, July 7, 2008

I am still Dua Khalil

Crud: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25571617/?GT1=43001



I am Dua Khalil, and I refuse to accept honor killings and the inequality of women as an acceptable status quo.

Reminder

Psst! Check out my photo blog! I'm being really good so far about posting at least one photo a day. Plus, my visitor stats are pretty pathetic. Help! :-)

Have you noticed...

...the Bush Out of Office Countdown is down to less than 200 days? Joy!

It rhymes (yes! it's a poem!)

A lovely Gold-en weekend was to close out my vacation,
But what we had instead was a minor tribulation.
The morning of the 4th started with a flood:
Turned out our water heater was a Big Fat Dud.

"It's flooding," cautioned Conor, with customary cool,
As I fixed my potluck salad, mindless of the pool.
Some brief investigation identified the source,
And stand-in manly men helped me stop it in due course.

With Our Hero and Our MJ mounting an attack,
Wading to their ankles and running the Shop-Vac,
And Chloe and her pals gathering things piratical,
I finished up the salad and avoided thoughts fanatical.

"I'm sorry," I kept saying, much to the Golds' dismay
('Though it gave them an idea for a new drinking game to play);
Then the pirates loaded up their ships and headed to The Club,
Trading water-heater battles for fireworks and grub.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

But... but... but...

I found this on http://www.xkcd.com/ today:



Unfortunately, "Jaynestown" is actually the sixth episode (since the pilot is considered episode 0), and Jayne actually receives the rain stick in the fifth episode, "Our Mrs. Reynolds."

Shoddy research, xkcd.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

The Fourth

There were unschoolers...


And pyromaniacs...


There were connections...


And the greatest toys...


And, of course, there were pirates...

Friday, July 4, 2008

Friday fill-in



1. Holidays in the summer are hot. Or rainy. Sometimes both.

2. Shrimp are my favorite things to grill.

3. My thoughts are fuzzy due to lack of sleep.

4. Watching and experiencing unschooler bonding is what I'm most looking forward to this weekend!

5. My favorite book so far this summer is The Lion's Daughter by Loretta Chase.

6. Sleeping in is the best way to begin a day, or, barring that, a caramel macchiato.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to the moment when my head hits the pillow, tomorrow my plans include recovery from Jon's assistance with my 4th of July stress, and Sunday, I want to hang, talk, play, and get ready for my big first day at work!

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Thursday 13


Thirteen Questions I Bet Ingrid Betancourt Did *Not* Ask Her Children When They Were Reunited After Six Years Apart

1. Did you do your homework?

2. Is your room clean?

3. What's 8 times 7?

4. Did you brush your teeth?

5. Did you remember your thank-you's?

6. Are you wearing clean underwear?

7. What's the capitol of Iowa?

8. Will you please write an essay about your life without me?

9 through 13. (Never mind. You get the idea.)

Bonne nuit, Lestat

We said our good-byes to Lestat the Pirat today. Although his prognosis looked good immediately after his surgery, the tumor that had caused his eye problem grew back at an alarming rate and spread around his throat. He was a pretty sad little critter by the end.

To compound our grief, this concludes the Rat Era at the Maier house. While we enjoyed our little friends very much, my increasing allergic reaction and the too quick good-byes have led us to decide against getting another pair.

A sad morning.

Cast party


Back row from left (primary role): Josephine (Widow), Nora (one of the Lords Dumain), Tessa (Lafeu), Angela (interrogator), Mike (Parolles), Chloe (Diana), Mai (Countess of Roussillon), Hannah (Helena).

Front row from left: Morgan (King), Isabella (Bertram), Sam (Clown)

Not pictured: Forrest (Reynaldo)

A picture of me I actually kind of like...

...which probably means it doesn't look anything like me. :-)

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Rules are not allowed

A follow-up to my language post...

My kids aren't "allowed" to do anything. Or rather, they're allowed to do anything. Or rather, they're not prohibited from doing anything.

We don't have rules in our house. Okay, maybe we have a few, and they apply to all who enter here:
  • No smoking in the house
  • Use a coaster
  • Don't burn Lego men under the eaves
I think that's about it. Except maybe "Don't threaten Ronnie's supremacy." Yeah, that's a good one.

Over the years, we have had a lot of conversations about what constitutes polite, sensible, and/or legal behavior. If one of the girls is in danger of violating social mores or another person's peace or comfort, I might offer a warning (not a threat or a "don't", but a piece of information, such as "some people are really grossed out by chewing with your mouth open") or a request ("please watch your language in front of GG"). If one of them looks like she's about to walk off a figurative or literal cliff, I might say, "Look out!" And if one of them commits or contemplates committing an act that isn't legal, I might ask, "What, are you stupid?" (Okay, not really. Okay, maybe really.) But the decisions are theirs to make.

The point is, the behavior you see from my kids, good and bad, is their own. I might occasionally feel gratified by same, and I might very occasionally feel embarrassed by same, but it isn't my behavior, and I don't take credit for it when it's good. That's all theirs.

But I'll happily bear the blame for the bad if it makes you feel better about my girls. :-)

Colorful metaphors

Your use of language has altered since our arrival. It is currently laced with, shall we say, more colorful metaphors, "double dumb-ass on you" and so forth. — Spock, Star Trek IV

A slip of the tongue was probably the trigger for a conversation I overheard the other night on our way to the baseball game. I tuned in when MJ was explaining to 9yo Emma that she is allowed to use "bad" words. Someone asked by whom she was allowed, and she replied, "My mom." My grandma asked her not to use them in front of her. My mom asked for clarification about when she is allowed to use them. MJ admitted (with that word describing her tone of voice) that she isn't supposed to use them in front of grandparents.

The truth is, she is "allowed" to use whatever language she wants, whenever she wants. I have asked her to moderate her language around small kids and people who are sensitive to language (including grandparents), but she is free to disregard this request. In most cases, probably for her own reasons rather than mine, she watches what she says at family gatherings. But sometimes she slips and sometimes she lets fly.

I swear with some regularity, but I tend to use profanity to create impact in my speech. And indiscriminately while driving. Frank swears freely.

It's about personal expression. We (including our kids) are free to speak as we will. People who are offended are free—no, welcome—to ask us to stop, just as I asked a drunk guy at the game to stop dropping F bombs around Emma (he did).

And in the case of our daughters, it's about learning. We all experiment with language. Our speech rhythms and habits change over the course of our lifetimes. The societal rule that says kids don't get to experiment with profanity until they turn 18 or 21 or whatever is just silly. And unrealistic.

Did you wait until you were 18?

Finally, it's about comfort. I want my kids to be themselves around me. If a "colorful metaphor" will help them do that, I have no problem with that.

Visions

I've started a photo blog as a companion for this blog. Enjoy!

Visions of the Zombie Princess

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Lips To Shame The Red Red Rose...Because They Are Covered In Blood

OR, I Feel Like House, MD


Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few to witness this rare and amazing event! It is...A blog post by Chloe (me)!


Yes, yes, stand amazed. But since it's mostly about her, she requested that she be allowed to write it.


Basically, this is a rundown of my day (which was fairly interesting, so far as days go) on Saturday the 28th of June. Woke up at NINE IN THE MORNING!!! Took a ridiculously long shower, got ready in a hurry, and left for Seattle shortly after ten. I got there like ten forty-five, I suppose, and stood behind a sign with my castmates for a few minutes before heading into the building. Rehearsed my play all the way through, took a break for a while to eat (didn't eat much. Mostly chased Mike around the theater because he stole my shoes). Then the performance, the last one, at two, for an hour and a half. We did pretty good, and there were many hugs when it was over.


Then, cast party/Sam's birthday party at Sam and Mike's house at seven.


Played, danced, talked to people, helped Isabella and Sam escort Mike to their apartment (the party was in a ground floor room) to get his iPod. As we came back down, Mike broke out of our arm-linking-chain-thingymajigger and took off across the parking lot. We, of course, chased after him.


And heeeeere's where it gets painful. He knew the bar was there, and he ducked under it. I didn't, and I ran into it. Cut on the gums where my upper gums connect to my upper lip (that thing that doesn't actually have a name). Cut on my top lip. Blood blister in between my two upper front teeth. One or two chipped teeth. And finally, last and worst, a huge, evil, cut on my lower lip. Ow.


Left the cast party then, drove to see the doctor, waited for like TWO HOURS to be told it didn't need stitches and I was free to go. He did prescribe me some Vicodin, though. Thus, I feel like House.


Picture of my gnarly lower lip

O Canada

I love Canadians. I occasionally want to be a Canadian. But it has not been a good week for U.S./Canada relations around here.

Conor is here early because they wouldn't let him in.

And last night, at the first in a 3-game series between the Mariners and the Blue Jays, we were distressed to have what should have been a friendly baseball game turn into an unfortunate display of nationalistic excess. Hundreds of Canadians and ex-pat Canadians turned up, which was fine. The singer sang "O Canada" along with "The Star-spangled Banner," which was more than fine. But the Canadian fans got a little carried away. It is, after all, the Seattle stadium, perhaps not the most polite location for celebrating either Blue Jays or Canadian-ness. Frankly, their behavior smacked strongly of the obnoxious display Americans typically put on at the Olympic Games.

I can't think of a more condemning description than that.

But Tom had the last word. After the game (which the Jays pitcher won for them, 2-0), Tom went into the restroom and encountered a group of guys continuing the "Let's go, Blue Jays" chant we had been listening to all evening. Tom said, "Congratulations! You beat the worst team in baseball!" It put things nicely in perspective. :-)

Black spots and domestic thoughts

After Chloe's little mishap on Saturday (details coming soon from Chloe herself), I have been calming myself by puttering around the house and yards.

I am not big on yard work, as anyone who has ever visited my house can attest. But it's not looking too horrible right now (except for The Jungle, our most prominent flowerweedbed). Before Frank left, we had a family day of weeding and weed-whacking (the latter known here as "killing aliens," since wielding the weed-whacker reminds us of Ripley's pose when she mowed down aliens with her futuristic machine gun). I have supplemented this effort with some additional weeding, and today I mowed the back with our newly repaired lawn mower. Phew! Hard work! I have a lovely little blister to show for it.

The rose bush is covered with black spots but flourishing nonetheless. If my puttering mood continues, I'll research what's causing the problem.

The original bout of weeding was inspired by our wish to pull the tent trailer into the yard and set it up. This is done, and we've barely seen Chloe since. She calls it her apartment and comes in now and then to "rent" a movie or grab some food. With the Golden Ones coming up for the 4th, she might have some company out there soon.

I've also been contemplating a few changes to the kitchen, since Frank isn't here to defend his territory. It doesn't seem quite fair, so I'll probably resist. Probably.

We're starting to think about starting to plan for starting to get ready for the 4th of July festivities and parade out at the beach. My mom and Tom and Chris do most of the work, of course, but our efforts gathering pirate gear and tables and chairs and coolers and potluck contributions and sunscreen and fireworks are measurable. It's a drop in the bucket of preparation, but I dread and procrastinate over it just the same.

And then it's my big start day. My boss (or maybe he's just my coworker now...?) sent me a little map that shows where my very own office will be in the new building. Pretty exciting! Except that I won't get to move in there until the 21st.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Fry expression

Evolving plans

I have been doing a lot of reading. Too much probably, but what the hell. In and around my forays into Regency England, Albania, Italy, and Egypt, I have been Scheduling Our Life. This is a remarkably time-consuming activity recently.

Take today for example.
  • Chloe is due at the theater at 11.
  • MJ and Chelsea need to be picked up from the beach to accompany us to the performance.
  • Aaron is arriving at our house at 1 to accompany us to the performance.
  • The performance is at 2 and will last about 2 hours.
  • Frank needs to be at the airport by 4:30-ish.
  • MJ and Chelsea need to be back to the beach by 5 or so to give the dog his evening medications.
  • Aaron needs to be gotten home at a reasonable hour.
  • Chloe has a cast party at 7.
The solution to this involves two trips to Seattle, one express bus, and assistance from two other sets of parents. It also involves one last session for me, passing some time in Seattle while I wait for Chloe to finish having fun.

Quite a day. And our calendar for the next few weeks resembles it.

Recent news:
  • Frank is still going to New Orleans but the sailing had to be postponed due to government paperwork delays. He'll go down again later in the summer (deeper in hurricane season).
  • My start date had to be postponed due to company paperwork delays and is now July 7th.
  • Harper is coming for the 4th of July!
  • So are the Golds!
  • So is Kitty!
It should be quite a party.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Friday fill-in



1. Birthdays are certainly better than the alternative. Birthdays at LIFE is Good are WONDERFUL!

2. Summer is my favorite season because there are more sunny days, more chances to play outside without shivering, and more smiles.

3. I feel my best when my family is near and uncertainty is at a minimum.

4. Whatever I have while out with Frank and/or one or both of my daughters is my favorite food!

5. First impressions are accurate often enough to make them worth heeding.

6. The best piece of advice I ever received was to start unschooling our kids. It's made all the difference.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching "Noises Off" with Chloe and Frank, tomorrow my plans include seeing MJ (who is away dogsitting), videotaping Chloe's final performance, and taking Frank to the airport, and Sunday, I want to laugh with Chloe and find all my Mariners paraphernalia for the game we're going to on Monday!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thursday 13

Thirteen Reasons I'm Going Blue

1. I'll get my own office in the super snazzy new building we're moving into. Do I feel somewhat foolish that this is my #1 reason? Nah.

2. I recently had to pay $72 to renew my asthma medication prescriptions. As a blue badge, they'll be free.

3. Expanding on #2, the health insurance perks are amazing. Everything is covered.

4. The team I'm joining is the best I've ever worked for, a really likable and balanced group of people.

5. My direct managers are friendly, reasonable, and responsive.

6. The main perk of being a temp is the 100-day break. Since the girls are immersed in community and more reluctant to take off with Mom and Dad for long trips, and since the 100-day break has the downside of No Paychecks for Three Months, trading these in for paid vacations and year-round pay was mostly painless.

7. Likewise, I am trading overtime pay for comp time. I don't have to put in a 40-hour week each and every week in order to get full pay.

8. Every year after my 100-day break, I have to spend a chunk of time getting reacquainted with my job and reclaiming my projects from the people who filled in for me while I was away. Now I'll be able to be as possessive as I want to be.

9. The company claims to have a "work and life balance" path for employees these days. (We'll see.)

10. Access to reduced price software at the company store.

11. I'll be part of the In Crowd. ;-)

12. I interviewed for the job and got all invested in the idea.

13. They made me a flatteringly good offer.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

The show goes on

Okay, you HAVE to come to Chloe's play. Their first performance last night was SO fun, and Chloe just sparkled!

More details:
  • You don't have to be there early. The doors opened at 6:25 and everybody there got good seats.
  • There is a parking lot right next to EMP that provides easy access. I think it's $8. There's also a big lot on the other side of 5th that is $6.
  • From 5th, walk up the ramp north of EMP, turn left into the Fun Forest (before the Center House), and then watch for the "All's Well..." posters on the right that mark the entrance to the Center House Theatre.
Pictures coming soon!

Monday, June 23, 2008

By George

We've lost a great voice. Here's hoping he's taking a f***ing harp lesson.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The play's the thing

Please come to Chloe's play!


What: All's Well That Ends Well

Where: Seattle Center House Theatre (one level down from the food court)

How much: $8 suggested donation

When:
  • Monday, June 23 -- 6:30 p.m.
  • Tuesday, June 24 -- 6:30 p.m.*
  • Saturday, June 28 -- 2:00 p.m.

Seats are first come, first served. I have no idea what demand will be like. The theater seats less than 200.

If you're interested in carpooling, let me know!

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* For the second performance, note the date change from what was previously reported here.

Oops

I totally flaked out on my Komen Walk group. Sorry, guys! With the job change and all, I spaced and then procrastinated and then spaced some more. It was about midnight last night when the girls and I went, "Oh, crud, the walk is tomorrow!" We weren't sure until 7:30 this morning if we were even going.

So, it ended up being just MJ and me. It was a pretty nice morning, except that we were both really sleepy. zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Monday, June 16, 2008

The Doings Report

Some previously unreleased details:

2. Chloe accepts the role of Diana...
Diana is the role that Chloe originally auditioned for. The girl who got it had to drop out of the program, so Chloe has taken over. She has all her lines memorized and (if you'll pardon a mom moment) was the first one in the cast to go "off book."

Performances of "All's Well That Ends Well" will be Monday the 23rd at 6:30, Wednesday the 25th at 6:30, and Saturday the 28th at 2:00, with admission by to-be-determined suggested donation. I think the Seattle Center House Theatre seats about 180 people. Hope to see some of you there!

3. Stephanie visits...
We had a lovely week with Steph. Over the course of the week, we watched all of Firefly and Serenity; so nice to enjoy it with another loyal Browncoat. We also visited some friends, got our hair cut, shopped in both downtown Edmonds and downtown Seattle, and talked and talked and talked. Oh, yeah, and we ate. Steph made Sean's favorite pesto for us one night, and she introduced us to Trader Joe's orange chicken. Tasty!

She's back in Georgia now, where she says summer has definitely arrived. Funny how her definition of "summer" has changed over the last couple of years...

4. It momentarily stops raining...
It's been gray, gray, gray, gray, and gray, supposedly our crummiest spring since 1917 or some such. Until today, when we all got sunburned thanks to an icy breeze that deluded us into thinking the sun wasn't hot.

6. The spaghetti dinner is a stunning success
Due to some extra publicity, they had record numbers at the feast. MJ worked her tail off and was asleep by 7 p.m.

8. Frank makes plans to fly to Florida and sail across the Gulf again...
Frank will fly to New Orleans on the 28th, visit with Marty and the gang for a day or two, and then fly with Bob and Bob's son, Tim, to Ft. Lauderdale. They'll stock up, then sail around the Keys and beyond.

Everybody visualize good weather and nice wind so Frank can get home for our planned trip to British Columbia the second week of July!

10. MJ plans to dye cousin Megan's hair pink...
Mission accomplished. They combined red and pink, so the tips of Megan's hair are this vibrant magenta. Color me intrigued...

13. Ronnie accepts job offer...
I interviewed on Wednesday (actually a typically intense all-day interview loop). I thought I had tanked one of the interviews. I wanted to wind down, so when I got home, I dragged Steph off to Tampico, where Frank joined us after the rehearsal run. That was fun, then we returned home to a message from my recruiter, asking me to call him back that night. I snapped back to attention, let me tell ya. :-)

They made me a very good offer, and the job is with the wonderful team I've been working for these past few years. Losing my 100-day breaks pinches a bit, but there are compensations. For example, their medical/dental/vision insurance package is phenomenal. Plus, I'll get my own office in the snazzy new building we're moving to in July.

I should find out later today whether I'll go back to work on the 23rd or the 30th. It has to be on a Monday so I can attend New Employee Orientation. Not sure I need it after 17 years with the company, but it'll be interesting...

Friday, June 13, 2008

Drum circle north

My mom and my nieces stopped by yesterday. Chelsea spotted my drum and started cranking out rhythms with a natural flair that reminded us of her daddy in his younger days. After one particularly inspired riff, she cracked up laughing and gasped, "That made me so happy!"

Within minutes, we were all sitting there with drum, empty Kapla boxes, maracas, and triangle, making a joyful noise.

I might have found my local drum circle.

Friday fill-in



1. More traveling is high up on my bucket list.
2. My favorite humorous quote is "His brains are in terrible danger." It's from Firefly, of course.
3. Our fateful trip inspired me to start blogging.
4. Strawberries are best. Period.
5. I returned to work at (now defunct) Book Publishing Company in the last dream I remember having.
6. The most enjoyable time to go for a walk is dusk of a warm, sunny day.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to taking Lestat to get his stitches out, followed by a last evening visiting with Steph, tomorrow my plans include Kaylee's graduation party and maybe some work on my handbook pages for Live and Learn, and Sunday, I want to pamper Frank for Father's Day!

Thursday, June 12, 2008



Take the Challenge

Thursday 13


Thirteen Bits of News

1. Dennis Kucinich files 35 articles of impeachment
2. Chloe accepts the role of Diana in "All's Well That Ends Well"
3. Stephanie visits the Maiers; revels ensue
4. It momentarily stops raining in Everett, WA
5. Zenmomma sees James (in person!)
6. The spaghetti dinner is a stunning success
7. Bob receives a good survey and prepares to buy a boat
8. Frank makes plans to fly to Florida and sail across the Gulf again (the crazy fool)
9. Outrageous U.S. C-section rates lead to a troubling rise in premature births
10. MJ plans to dye cousin Megan's hair pink (with Megan's consent, I assume)
11. Extreme (and tragic) weather patterns continue
12. Sean will be visiting the Maiers (and his mom) later today
13. Ronnie accepts job offer from Microsoft; strawberry margaritas aid salary negotiations

Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Climate Changed

An interesting thing has happened over the last few months: our ecological charities have stopped arguing in their periodicals that climate change is happening and instead are beginning to explore what humans will need to do in order to live with it.

I received a link from Cherie to a blog that offers some explanation for this shift.

Cherie says:
This is my friend David Thoreson's blog. I first met David in 1992 when we sailed across the Antarctic Circle together aboard Cloud Nine. One night as we shared our night watch in freezing winds with icy waves crashing over us, he referred to me as "the date from hell", which I still don't let him forget. He has taken both his sailing and his photography to new heights, and used them not as an end in themselves, but as a means to a much greater purpose, which you'll see in his blog. Let's hope the world listens.

David's blog

Friday, June 6, 2008

Nebraska tornadoes

One of my three moms lives in Nebraska. Their town is one over from Kearney, which experienced some excitement last week. This stormchaser captured some awesome photos of the storm.

Are you ready for some spaghetti?

I can't believe it's time already, but the Sons of Italy Spaghetti Dinner is TOMORROW in Marysville. My mom has all the details and some great photos here.

MJ will be there all day. The rest of us (and Steph!) will go for dinner. If you are thinking of joining us, let us know what time works for you.

The problem with sidebars

To be really interesting, sidebars have to be maintained, shuffled around, updated, and so on. I've been neglecting mine lately. However, after LIFE is Good, I did update the Unschooler Blogs section with some new links. I also removed one link and it's been bugging me that (due to the nature of sidebar link lists) I offered no explanation for that.

One of my favorite unschooling voices belongs to Anne Ohman. She has mentored me through my unschooling journey, offering some key pieces of advice at critical moments. I love her and admire her tremendously. So, of course, I had a link to her blog, which I left even when she decided to stop blogging, because, hey, old Anne posts are better than no Anne posts.

Recently, though, Anne made her blog private, which means that some people clicking the link would face disappointment. Can't have that.

But my admiration for Anne continues unabated.

Friday fill-in



1. Idle hands are unlikely.
2. I love using my favorite Body Shop products in the shower. (Passion Fruit Body Scrub and Vitamin C Micro Refiner)
3. My favorite time of the day is whenever there's family conversation and laughter. And my reading time before sleep.
4. The last tea I drank was probably lemon flavored.
5. I like to visit the woods in the Summer. Warm trees. Yum!
6. My mother always said says potentially scandalous things in a whisper.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to a clean house, tomorrow my plans include spaghetti dinner and spending some time with Stephanie, and Sunday, I want to do whatever Steph wants to do!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Gads, is it Thursday AGAIN?!

No TT this week. I don't wanna.

But here's a list anyway.

Some Reasons I'm in a Bad Mood

1. We said good-bye to Rodney the Rat today. It was pretty hard, but it was time. He had given up, even to the point of not bothering to glare at us when we attempted to care for him.

2. I'm transitioning. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it, but my job defined my days. Without it, I spend a lot of time waiting for my priorities to make themselves clear. Doesn't quite work that way in an unschooling flow. Well, it does, but I'm out of practice keeping busy between cues.

3. What with sick rats, conference colds, and life's pesky details (money, time, logistics), my days off thus far have not been idyllic. Set my expectations too high? Me? Never.

4. Uncertainty over the future. One of my job lines is more like a noodle. It's taken weeks to firm it up. It'll be at least another week before I'll know if it will pan (ha) out.

5. The aforementioned PMS. Grrrr.



Okay, here's a more cheerful list:

Some Reasons I'll Feel Better Soon

1. Mi familia fantastica.

2. Stephanie is coming.

3. The house will be cleaner by the end of tomorrow.

4. I have new books to hide in read.

5. One of these days, there will be sunshine. (I have to believe this.)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Pouty Mouthy Shrew

Hey, men - Could you excuse us for a minute? Come back tomorrow.

Hey, women - Got any ideas for improving my mood once a month? I don't know what's going on, but my usual day or two of crankiness is now lasting more like 10 days. I really hate it, and I'm sure it's not a barrel of monkeys for Frank and the girls.

Doing The Work

The thought:
Anger must be appeased.

Note: Now that I've done it a few times, I think putting the issue that is causing me stress into a concise sentence is the most important part. It took me a number of tries to get the above right.

The questions:
- Is it true? Indeed.
- Can you absolutely know that it's true? Mostly absolutely.
- How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought? In the face of anger? I get frantic.
- Who would you be without the thought? Calmer. More accepting of others' emotions.

The turnaround:
Anger does not have to be appeased. Hmm.
Anger must be allowed. Double hmm.
My thoughts must be appeased. No comment.

Food for thought.

The Work of Byron Katie

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Doings Report

Greetings from an unemployed woman! Yesterday was the last day of my contract. What's next for me? Mostly my plans extend to really enjoying having a week off. After that, we'll see. I have lines on a couple of different jobs. More on that as things develop.

The rats' ailments both worsened, Lestat with an infected eye and Rodney with a couple of mysterious cysts down low on his belly. Lestat's eye got so bad that we were on the brink of putting him to sleep. Then the vet did some research and thought she could remove the eye and save him for a couple hundred dollars. We gave it a whirl. So, we now have a one-eyed rat, but it's a very bright, happy eye. He has bounced back from Friday's surgery to an amazing degree. Frank calls him pirat and plans to fashion a dashing eye-patch for him.

Unfortunately, Rodney is not doing very well. We took him back in today because he's gone so listless. He's lost 4 ounces and barely struggled while Dr. Renee poked and prodded him. However, he still has signs of infection, so we're doing another round of (expensive) antibiotics and hoping for the best.

Both rats are not quite 2 years old.

Besides doing post-operative care, we spent the early part of our weekend with the wonderful, not-warty-at-all Waynforths, Schuyler, David, Simon, and Linnaea, who came to America for LIFE is Good. It wasn't a particularly eventful visit, but it was really fun. We spent Friday evening visiting and eating and playing with Kapla blocks, watching YouTube, and tending rats, and we spent Saturday morning visiting and eating and tending rats. Hmm. Hope we didn't bore you, guys! :-)

Chloe and I have been taking evening (nighttime) constitutionals. It's really lovely—we're having such great talks! And I'm finally on an exercise program of sorts.

MJ spent several post-conference days in the Golden Vortex, hanging with Conor and Qacei and Kitty and Cameron. I'm glad she had so much fun, but we're happy to have her home. She and I were hanging out on my bed a night or two ago, getting all caught up on our conference recollections. It was blissfully fun. My girls are here and all's right with my world.

Frank is the last of us to catch the conference cold. He's pwetty mizwable. Here's hoping the bug will be short-lived.

Frank is also full of plans. Our best man, Bob, is in the process of purchasing a sailboat. If he purchases the cat he's looking at presently, Frank will be joining him later this month to help him sail her from Naples to New Orleans. This has a certain irony, since Bob was supposed to help Frank sail the ZP from New Orleans to Naples back in 2005. Then Katrina hit. Bob stayed home to rebuild his life, and the girls and I helped (?) Frank sail to Naples.

Anyway, if Frank goes sailing, he will miss the Fourth of July festivities up here. It's too bad, both because I like his company and because we might just have a pirat with us in the pirate parade.

I'm off to enjoy unemployment for a while. I'm thinking about watching Firefly in its entirety. Such luxury!

Friday, May 30, 2008

Friday fill-in



1. For me, war or death is the opposite of creativity.

2. One of my old favorites was the last excellent book I read.

3. I like fill-ins because they're quick and easy but still an opportunity to be a little creative.

4. In nature I like looking at grand, sweeping vistas, and also tiny miracles.

5. Let's just keep this simple and say that Obama should win the US elections.

6. The last time I laughed with all my belly was Sunday night probably, since Monday was more mellow.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Waynforths!, tomorrow my plans include winging it, and Sunday, I want to get some work done and make some money!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

LIFE is Good

Just one of the things we purchased at the untrepreneurial fair.

Photo credit: Violet, I think!

Thursday 13

Thirteen Wonderful Memories from LIFE is Good

This was a post in progress. With 20 minutes to spare, I got it done on Thursday.


1. First, foremost, always, the people. Our tribe. I. Love. These. Humans. They give me hope for the world. A few names are escaping me at the moment, but here are some snapshots:

- A beautiful mom dancing at the Barefoot Boogie while nursing her daughter. Her daughter is Solie and she is Renee! (Thanks, Mandaroo!)

- Solie wandering around at the wine tasting with a marker in her hand, and all the adults letting her mark their hands. Frank even let her write on his eyelid.

- Gillian. Too many happy moments to count. She was positive energy personified and made the whole weekend shine, even though I got to spend far too little time with her.

- The little girl who helped me sort the bills in the raffle cash box in exchange for a toy from the Instant Gratification Table. She learned what "sort" and "match" mean, and I got the joy of sharing my Monk moment with a little one. (Side note: She wasn't ready for matching numerals, so we matched presidents' faces, and we talked about the fact that they were presidents, and we talked about why the pictures on some bills were smaller. It was a lovely unschooling moment.)

- Robin working the IGT and buying tickets for the little kids who wandered up without money.

- Randi and Kauleen, soaking it all in. So glad you were there, guys!

- Chloe dancing with Gioia.

- The teenagers. They wandered, lounged, hugged, kissed, laughed, talked, disappeared, reappeared, played with little kids, conversed with adults, helped with everything, stayed up all night, slept in the lobby, organized outings, danced, drummed, and, above all, reminded us all of why we're doing this.

- Carolyn Winkler singing her talent-show song about bald men. She is so vibrant and sexy and fun. I want to be her when I grow up (even though she's probably younger than I am).

2. Our drum circle. I have almost an hour to write about this now, and I don't know where to start! I was nervous. Could you tell? I mean, who am I to lead a drum circle, with my week-old drum and a little Internet research? And then I talked to Caren on the phone.

I should back up a little, clear back to February when Craig and Gillian got me drunk visited. I confessed my nerves about the drum circle. Gillian put me in touch with Caren, an unschooling mom who is—get this—a drum-circle facilitator. That's just how the unschooling world is, folks. If you need it, it's there. Pretty magical.

Anyway, Caren and I hadn't managed to talk until a few days before the conference. And then we did and it made all the difference. She gave me several tips, but the most important of these was the assurance that even when it's a train wreck, it's fun. So I relaxed mostly.

Until the morning of the drum circle. I went down WAY early to set up the funshop room, tried to roust the girls out of bed WAY early, and dragged Frank to the room WAY early to show him what I'd done. And when we walked in, we found my carefully arranged circle, well, unarranged. Poor Mike Biskup! With his sidewalk-chalk funshop rained out, Mary had moved him inside to "my" room, so he rearranged it to suit an arts and crafts funshop. I started spluttering, and he hurried to explain and assure me that he'd put it all back. Keep in mind that he hadn't yet taught me how to reduce my stress! LOL.

So, to keep me sane, Frank and I wandered across the hall to Linda's talk about unschooling and late readers. (Side note: I hadn't intended to attend because (1) I was too uptight about the drum circle, and (2) I thought I knew everything I needed to know about unschooling and late readers. Wrong! I'm so glad Mike needed "my" room! My favorite bit was when Linda showed a quote from some professor emeritus who said written language must be explicitly taught, just after telling us about both her completely unschooled boys learning to read without teaching—explicit or otherwise.)

And then it was time. We had so many instruments! It was lovely. Our neighbors had loaned us their three drums, and we brought a few other noisemaking devices. Other people brought their own drums and whole selections of percussion instruments. The kids who came saw that fascinating little pile, dove right in, and started banging on stuff (while the adults mostly sat in their chairs and waited for a go-ahead signal).

I had a program prepared. I was going to make some introductory remarks and do a little drumming tutorial. But those kids were too into it. There was no way I was going to make them stop! So, I tossed out the program, sat down, and started drumming. Everybody else joined in, and it was a lovely, joyful, rather muddy mess. A train wreck even. Then Renee got up with Solie and spun her around, and we all whooped and hollered at them, and everybody relaxed, and the rhythm came together.

It Was So Cool!

Even the littlest kids were in rhythm. Or perhaps I should say, especially the littlest kids were in rhythm. And we had dancers! And a couple people started this tribal sort of humming that sounded really neat. And Jessie danced and banged the spoons and hummed. And Michael and another couple of people had enough experience to anchor our rhythm. And Frank kept adding these flourishes that, since he was sitting right next to me, would throw me off rhythm, and I'd just laugh.

When we got tired, we'd spontaneously go into this very loud, very fast rumble. And then we'd rest for a bit and shake out our arms. During the rests, I brought out some of the tidbits from the program. And then we'd start drumming again.

For the third round, I passed my drum to somebody else and sat on the floor with the kids to try out the noisemakers. And a few other people swapped instruments. And the beat went on.

In short, it was a rousing, roaring, rocking success that left me high for hours. Days. Writing this has made me high all over again. I'm giving some thought to starting a community drum circle near our house.

3. My birthday note from my new best friend Meah. She's two. She's beautiful. The note is beautiful.

4. The Barefoot Boogie on my birthday. I danced my feet off. MJ's playlist was phenomenally good. The Time Warp! Twice! Our Rockette line that stretched the length of the ballroom for Safety Dance, and the little guy who stood in front of us all, grinning and kicking, as if he just knew that was his place. And it was! Fifty people doing the Cha-Cha Slide. Crisscross!

5. The Teen Panel. I moderated and was so nervous, but the teens were perfectly poised. (First-timers MJ and Chloe participated reluctantly, with both of them insisting they weren't going to answer any questions, and with both of them ultimately fielding at least one.) Two highlights for me were (1) the variety of responses to the drugs-and-alcohol question, ranging from "there's no pressure" to "there's a lot of pressure," but with a theme of level-headedness running through all, and (2) when someone asked the teens what their plans were for the future, and one of my daughters announced that she intends to attend the University of Washington and major in Drama, and the other said she wants to improve her art skills and then get a tattoo apprenticeship.

6. The concert! The set by The Vibrations was very fun, especially their lead-off song, Another Brick in the Wall Part 2. But things really took off when Amy Steinberg took the stage. She puts on such a fun show in general, but when she invited 9yo Akiva to come back out and play drums for one of her songs, it turned spectactular. He instinctively followed the rhythms of her song, adding flourishes or quieting things down at just the right times. Inspired, she sent the boys' dad back out to the car for their equipment and ended up doing a couple of songs with all three of the older boys. It was really cool and an evening I'm sure they will all remember for a long, long time. I know I will!

7. This is probably going to sound bad, but... Barely seeing our kids all weekend. This is a good memory because it shows how fully immersed they were in their friendships and adventures. MJ spent Thursday night at (grown unschooler siblings) Ben and Rebecca's place in Portland, then hung out in various spaces the other nights. Chloe spent most nights roaming the halls with Qacei, Connor Lewis, Trevor aka Josh, and/or Logan 2 (as I've taken to calling Logan McBroom, since "Logan" is already taken by Logan Boswell). Both girls had *such* a good time and turned up often enough—especially at the Barefoot Boogie—for me to get my kid fixes. And they slept in their own bed for a least a little while most nights. :-)

8. Mary's face when she opened the cash box after the raffle concluded. Frank and I had been keeping the box in our room at night, so that was her first glimpse at the amazing generosity of the conference attendees. I had left all the one-dollar bills in the top part of the box, and Mary was fairly satisfied with that pile. Then she looked underneath. Her eyes popped! It was great! (Thanks to everyone who contributed! Especially those who bought 40-ticket "Broc spans.")

9. Many acts in the talent show. If I had to pick a favorite, it would be either the Waynforths' funky Japanese "dance," or Craig and Gillian and Effie singing "Anyone Else But You" to the dulcet tones of Martin's ukelele, or the pentatalia girls doing the Macarena. Oh, or the drummer, who also came to the drum circle and was one of our "anchors."

Forget it, I can't choose a favorite.

10. The talks. I think I went to all but one and I got something out of every single one of them. Pretty cool deal. Mike Biskup's talk about The Work is probably the one that gave me the most food for thought. Have a look!

11. Going wildly out of order here, but... Walking into the hotel when we arrived was pretty cool. It seemed like we knew everybody in the lobby, and it seemed like they were all thrilled to see us. Warm fuzzies galore. Even if they did put me right to work!

12. Sitting on the front steps drumming with Fergus and, later, Effie. Fergus wasn't sure he was interested in drumming until I used my head to bang the drum. Then he thought it was great fun!

13. Introducing LIFE is Good to Logan B. I think he had a really good time, reconnecting with friends from camp, meeting some new peeps, and getting perhaps a smidgen of sleep. I just wish he could have stayed with us longer! Next year we'll get the whole family to come!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Thursday 13

Thirteen Random Notes

1. We're leaving for LIFE is Good in 20 minutes.

2. Chloe got the part of an Army captain. She's happy; she gets to participate in the comedic scene she came home bubbling about.

3. Rodney and Lestat are both on antibiotics, Lestat for this chronic eye problem he has, and Rodney because he suddenly went all depressed on us. Turned out he had a couple of cysts on his belly, which (from the TMI department), had to be squeezed like zits. Yuck!

4. We have a nest of starlings up under/in our eaves. Yuck! The parents enter through our gutter somehow. Frank to investigate.

5. I am so sick of rain. So. Sick. Of. Rain.

6. I worked forty hours in 3 days. It was strangely fun. Life is so simple when one is devoted to a single task like that.

7. Our neighbor is letting us borrow 3 drums! So we each have a drum for the circle now!

8. You may now call me the Raffle Goddess.

9. You may now call MJ the Goddess of the Playlist. We listened to the first CD last night (of three) and it rocks!

10. Logan is coming with us to the conference! He would prefer not be referred to as a goddess.

11. I have to go now.

12. We're painting the van. Or rather the windows on the van.

13. LIFE IS GOOD!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Break a leg, Chloe!

Mom-nerves abound! Chloe is on her way right this minute to her first rehearsal for "All's Well That Ends Well." She's been full of trepidation, so I am now full of trepidation on her behalf. But I bet she's going to love every minute of it!

Background: She's participating in one of the Seattle Shakespeare Company's Short Shakes programs. She's been interested in doing this since STUN went to the adult company's production of "Romeo and Juliet" last fall. They had pictures up from a previous Short Shakes group, and it looked like a LOT of fun. So, we signed her up.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Who, me?

Here's a quiz for you: Are you a control freak?

I was surprised to score only a 68% on this test. But maybe I attempted to control the result.

On the other hand, many of the questions on there are phrased to ask about my emotions rather than my actions. I want control of everything. But that doesn't mean I always try to get it. So, I'm hoping the 68% is on the high side.

Frank and MJ and Chloe will have to decide.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Friday fill-in (belated)

Here are the answers Chloe and I came up with jointly:

1. There is absolutely NO way you can get me to force my kids to go back to school!

2. The fact that it hit 90 today reminds us that summer is almost here!

3. Chloe cannot live without her laptop, and I cannot live without Chloe.

4. Bungee jumping and having a pint of Guiness in a pub in Ireland are two things we'd like to try (respectively).

5. When life hands you lemons, Chloe says to make blue Kool-Aid and then sit back and watch the world wonder how you did it! I say, "Pucker up!"

6. Playing in the snow at school and then putting her shoes by the heater is Chloe's favorite childhood memory so far (her teacher hadn't seen much snow and would drop everything and send them all out to play in it), and mine is variable. For now, I'll say it's hanging out at the Evergreen State Fair with Lynn. Or hanging out at Studio 59 with Lynn and Linda. Rock Lobster!

7. And as for the weekend, it's half over. But tomorrow, we want to continue getting ready for LIFE is Good!

Paradiddle

I bought a drum today!

After an hour of two of research into drums, tones, and drum circles, I was psyched to buy a drum for the drum circle I am facilitating in a funshop at LIFE is Good next week. So, Frank did a craigslist search for me and came up with some possibilities. I called Mark in Bothell today and set up an appointment at his house.

When we pulled into the driveway, we knew we were in the right place: his daughter's car has a Shoes bumper sticker on it. :-)
Warning! Video contains profanity, shoe battles, and cross-dressing!

After some deliberation and a discussion about education (Mark has read Underground History... but sent his kids to school anyway???), I settled on the ceramic dumbe. It's kind of funny looking:


but it produces cool sounds. Even when I play it.

The four of us spent much of the rest of the (highly unusual) 90-degree afternoon sitting in the shade learning how to drum. A true unschooling experience!

Drumming has put me in a totally excellent mood. I think I've discovered the cure to PMS.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Thursday 13

Thirteen Frequently Asked Questions About Unschooling

When we first started unschooling, I would get on the (now defunct) unschooling.com message boards and ask at least one question just about every day. These quickly became "Dragonfly's Question of the Day," and the women and men who answered me showed considerable patience and creativity in their replies.

Nowadays, I answer a fair number of newbie questions myself, primarily on the unschooling.info message boards. I mostly enjoy it, and I am mostly patient in my replies. Creative? Not so much. There are only so many ways to answer the same questions.

So, here are some FAQs and my answers to them, with some answers swiped (from myself) right from the boards.

1. How will my kids learn anything if I don't teach them?

They will learn the way adults learn. Something will catch their interest, they will explore it until they are satisfied (for now), and then they'll move on. Later, they'll learn something else that reminds them of that thing they learned before, and they'll make a connection. "Oh, hey, that's like..."

True knowledge is made up of those connections, and that's what unschoolers value.

2. I'm ready to try unschooling, but my spouse isn't convinced. What do I do?

Remember that your spouse's concerns stem from the same place that your interest in unschooling does: concern for your kids. Then, from that place of shared concern, ask to be given some time to explore this intriguing way of homeschooling. Share some resources. Encourage participation. Ask for a moratorium on criticism of how the kids' time is spent.

As an aside, I'm not entirely sure why Frank went along with it. It was a big leap for such an academically minded guy. Maybe it was faith in me, maybe it was faith in our kids, maybe it was a simple desire to be agreeable and get me to be quiet. :-) Whatever. He signed off on the experiment, and no more than three months later found himself in the role of stay-at-home unschooling dad. And here we are...

3. How do we start?

Relax. Take your summer vacation now (even if it's the dead of winter). Say "Yes" a lot. Have fun. Play with your kids. Watch. Wait. Stay calm.

Get it.

Strew.

From March 2006:
[Strewing] involves making a wonderful variety of resources available to your kids with no expectation or requirement that the resources ever be used. These can be books, toys, or supplies left casually on tables or in bathrooms or presented quietly or with fanfare directly to your child. They can be posters hung on walls, craft or music or gaming activities that *you* start, Web pages left open on the computer, magazines subscribed to, alternate driving routes taken, etc. It is SO fun to do, and it creates an environment of discovery and fun in your house.

The things you strew can be in support of interests your [child] has expressed or about just any old thing you think of. In the recent past, I've strewn my daughters' paths by:
  • Leaving http://www.WorldWideWords.org open on the computer to the page outlining the origins of the phrase "mind your p's and q's," which my daughter had asked about in passing one day. (She read it and then continued surfing the site.)
  • Taking the whole family to a dirt-bike event. (Fun for all four of us.)
  • Bringing home some bargain books on poetry and art, plus a history book called "Lies My Teacher Told Me," that really grabbed everybody's attention! :-) (All three books have been flipped through, but it was my dh who read the history book cover to cover.)
  • Bringing home a new XBox game called Gotham Racing or something like that. (We've all played, the girls laughed SO much together. The XBox was on for at least a couple of hours every day for a week or so; now it's been off for days.)
  • Leaving out a book I already own about building catapults. (No takers yet.)
  • Inviting over a friend and her 12yo son whom my girls had never met before. (A very fun evening. One of the highlights was my friend's son completely un-self-consciously demonstrating a folk dance he'd learned.)
All this happened in and around all our usual activities. Actually, there's been nothing usual about our schedule these past few weeks, which goes to show how little time strewing can take! But never doubt that your usual activites can provide a lot of strewing, too. In our case, we've been making arrangements for my younger daughter's departure to England (lots of history and geography and tidbits gleaned), and I've been doing a lot of networking to arrange some get-togethers with local unschoolers because my older daughter wants to meet more people. And then there's work and going to watch my dh earn his first Iaido (Japanese swordsmanship) ranking and, oh yeah, HOURS of prep work for my younger daughter's 12th birthday party on Saturday — she wants to do about a dozen projects out of this wizard party book she found at the library. We're making candied rose petals today — a first for me in several ways, and yet another example of how they strew *my* path with interesting things.

4. What is deschooling?

From Feb. 2004:
Your son needs to deschool... He *needs* to play those games. He needs it the same as he needs food to eat and air to breathe. Try thinking of the time he spends on those games as chemotherapy. If he had cancer, you wouldn't begrudge him his treatments, right? Well, the schooling has been eating away at his joy, sense of self, curiosity and creativity, much like a tumor eats other cells.

Deschooling is an ongoing process whereby kids and parents recover from the sort of brain cancer that happens in school.

For kids, the cure for this cancer is simply time spent doing just whatever they want. Ideally, they have the unflinching support of their parents during this time.

How much time? The usual rule of thumb is one month of deschooling for every year spent in school. So, for example, I knew MJ was going to need approximately 5 months of deschooling time when we pulled her out of school in 4th grade.

Of course, "knowing" this and actually staying calm while it is happening are two very different things. My daughter watched TV for four months straight. Scary? You betcha. Did I offer unflinching support? Umm, not exactly. I probably artificially extended her deschooling with my periodic (frequent) "Don't you want to do something else?" comments.

Then it was summer and she went outside to play. But in September, when the neighbor kids went back to school, she returned to the TV. This time, however, she had her sketchbook on her lap and sketched while she watched TV. It was a change, and, fortunately, I recognized its significance and kept my big mouth shut.

Nowadays, MJ is still video-oriented, just like her dad. She probably always will be. But the TV is simply a tool that provides entertainment, learning, social opportunities, what have you, on demand (or On Demand), when she feels like it.

For parents, deschooling can take much longer. Or it comes in waves. We've been unschooling for more than five years, and Frank and I still have to monitor our thoughts, speech, reactions, expectations, etc. We still explore unschooling concepts regularly and talk about them with other unschooling parents. For us, living this life requires regular refresher courses. So to speak.

5. What do I tell the school district?

That you're homeschooling. You are! Recordkeeping requirements vary from state to state, but the most rigorous is probably New York, with its IHPs and portfolios and I don't know what all. And yet many unschoolers thrive in New York, without telling a single lie.

Start keeping a journal of your kids' daily activities. At intervals, translate what they've been doing into school-speak. You'll be surprised at how many age-specific learning objectives they touch on, naturally. Others, they'll touch on at different ages (oftentimes much earlier than the schools would introduce them), but they'll still get them.

They don't call 'em the basics for nothing. And a perusal of World Book's Typical Course of Study will show you exactly how basic the basics are.

6. That's fine for elementary school, but what about high school?

First off, question your assumptions. High school does not look the same for every student, and the high school years will not look the same for every unschooler. Some end up taking some courses. Some get intrigued by a subject and read college-level textbooks that Mom found for $1 on the clearance shelf at Half Price Books that have been gathering dust on the shelf at home for more than a year. Some learn skills on their own by following interests that lead them into jobs that become careers. And some do a combination of these.

Higher math. Chemistry. Foreign languages. Unschoolers study these things, because they want to or because they have a goal for which studying these things is a requirement. How do they study them? Just the way an adult would if the adult wanted or needed to study them.

Remember that MJ signed up for a credited community college class at 14!

A big part of an unschooling parent's job is finding ways for our kids to learn what they want to learn. It's just something we do. In our case, we're in an urban area with lots of resources, so it's not even that hard.

7. What about the ACT and SAT? Can unschoolers get into college?

Yes! To a college, an unschooler is a homeschooler. Homeschooler entrance requirements will vary from college to college. Cafi Cohen has written a good bit on the subject of homeschoolers getting into college:
http://www.fun-books.com/authors/Cafi_Cohen.htm

The ACT and SAT tests are open to homeschoolers.
http://homeschooling.gomilpitas.com/olderkids/CollegeTests.htm

In some states, a diploma can be issued by your school (your parents). Again, the acceptability of this document will vary from college to college. As will the acceptability of a GED.

The better question here is, how can this particular unschooler get into The School that will help her achieve her dreams? You can't plan for every college in the world. Pick the few that you are most interested in, learn their requirements, and then go from there.

And keep in mind that there's no law that says the applicant has to be able to meet their requirements by age 18 or any other magic number.

8. What about socialization?

More assumptions revealed. If you've got some time, I expound on this topic at length here.

9. Will my child fall flat, or fall short, if I don't push/encourage/expect?

Will your child fall flat if you *do*? It's possible. You can do damage with pushing and expectations.

But unschooling parents encourage our kids all the time, so I wouldn't group that with push/expect.

10. How will my kids learn self-discipline?

What do you mean by self-discipline? Do you mean the ability to stick with a plan? Do you mean the ability to do something unpleasant that just has to get done? Do you mean taking care of hygiene every day? All of those?

Ask yourself: How does schooling *really* contribute to any of that? Is schooling what made you into a responsible adult? Or was it real life (or natural inclination) that did that?

Both of my daughters have completed major projects. Both have faced frustrations and disappointments and persevered anyway. Both shower regularly and are "presentable" most of the time. Both have messy bedrooms that they have, at one time or another, voluntarily cleaned.
Both have helped us get ready for houseguests. :-)

Sound like regular kids, don't they?

11. I'm okay with unschooling for academics, but the radical unschooling lifestyle seems like too much! How do I relax about:
food choices
hygiene
appearance
chores
manners
time spent indoors/outdoors
time spent on TV/computers/video games/reading/etc. etc. etc.

For me, most of these boil down to societal expectations ("the shoulds"). Sure, some of them can be couched in terms of the child's health and welfare or future happiness, but I found when I examined them closely, and actually tried the unschooling way, that there wasn't any evidence that the societal way led to any better outcome than the unschooling way.

My biggest weapons for stripping away societal expectations and getting down to what was right for our family are "Why?" and "Why not?"

"Chloe should have her hair brushed (even though she hates it and it makes her cry)." Why?
"MJ shouldn't wear that skimpy top?" Why not?

Anytime the reason behind a "should" boils down to any form of "what will people think," I throw it out. That reasoning is simply not valid in our lives.

"But if I let them..." - Sandra has a great collection of the horrors that various parents have imagined over the years. Well, folks, I know a whole lot of unschoolers and not one of these dreaded outcomes has come to pass.

12. I've heard unschooling described as "unparenting." Do you neglect your kids?
(this is not usually asked outright but regularly implied)

You know, this is probably in the eye of the beholder. I don't force my kids to brush their teeth, so one might say I neglect their dental hygiene. This dad didn't force his daughter not to skip school, so a judge decided he was neglectful and put him in jail.

But in both cases, it comes down to the choices of the teens in question. In neither case are the teen's choices limited by a lack of supplies, options, or information.

Sure, I could run around screaming, "Respect my authoritah!" Okay, I admit it, that happens from time to time. The result is general hilarity and, yes, the respect I deserve. :-)

But I could do more than that. I could punish, withhold privileges, nag, threaten, shame, tease, and generally make a nuisance of myself. But what would it get me? Kids with cleaner teeth? Maybe. Kids with fewer cavities? Unlikely, since they have a total of about 3 fillings between them.

What I *know* it would get me—because I have lived it—is battles. A home full of battles.

No thanks.

13. What if we decide to unschool and it ruins our kids' lives?

What if you leave them in school and that ruins their lives? How is that path any safer than the unschooling path, when taking a quick spin on Google will show just how fraught with peril is school?

One of my earliest steps toward embracing unschooling was brought about by someone on the old unschooling.com boards asking me if I was sure school would prevent any of the things I was fearful of. The answer, of course, was no. (I should have known this better than anybody, since I'd already had a suicidal six-year-old by the time I asked.)

There are many people who force their kids to Do Everything Right who end up with angry and rebellious kids, kids who drop out of high school, unhappy-but-successful kids, or some combination of these. There are no guarantees. All you can do is choose how you will respond to the reality of life today. All you can do is choose the kind of parent you want to be today, the kind of life you want your kids to have today, and the kind of relationship you want with them today.

Everything else follows from that.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Friday fill-in



1. The blackberry pie had an extra secret ingredient; it was Mom's love!
2. I want more sunshine through my window.
3. Right now, I need for MJ to quit hogging the new Nora Roberts book.
4. Borders is where I went Thursday night; it was entertaining to ask the cashier to put my purchases in a Half Price Books bag.
5. Why does a kidney stone hurt so much?
6. All I can think of is the looming end of my contract.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to going to the Mariners game, tomorrow my plans include doing some research into leading a drum circle, and Sunday, I want to celebrate motherhood!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Thursday 13

Thirteen Things I Can't Control
(although I try from time to time)


1. Traffic and the idiots drivers it contains.

2. Microsoft.

3. The outcome of U.S. presidential elections.

4. The weather.

5. Gas prices.

6. The fact that every grocery store in the area apparently uses the same distributor, so we can't get what we want anywhere.

7. The world's obsession with formal education.

8. Global warming.

9. The choices of my friends and relations.

10. The choices of my husband.

11. The choices of my kids.

12. The reaction of friends, family, and strangers on the street to 9, 10, and especially 11.

13. The reaction of friends, family, and strangers on the street to my unwillingness to attempt to control 11.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Beatific

ADJECTIVE:
Showing or producing exalted joy or blessedness: a beatific smile.


Producing exalted joy. Exactly.

Help for Burma

If you want to help the people of Burma but are worried about your donation being diverted by the Burmese government, here is one option:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/burma_cyclone/77.php

Avaaz is working directly with the Burmese Monks Organizaton in hopes of providing relief quickly and directly.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

That's my man


Photo credit: Toast

Monday, May 5, 2008

Love



(Thanks, Kelli!)

Finally


Friday, May 2, 2008

May I just whine for a moment?

It's been a long, strange, intense week at work. A release of Windows—I mean, Windows, for god's sake—was delayed on behalf of one of the little programs I work on. (No David and Goliath comments, please.) Needless to say, this made for a lot of mad scrambling that spanned the globe, with a whole lot of people going "Retail who?"

So, my stress level has been up there in the mesosphere, mostly because I spent most of the week waiting on the edge of my seat for this important person and that other important person and let's not forget their bosses to give me the go-ahead to do some writing on this subject, knowing with every breath that it could become completely why-wasn't-this-done-yesterday urgent at any moment.

And then I got home, finally, with great relief, with great anticipation, ready to connect with my family and have a weekend. And Frank settled in front of one TV, and Chloe settled in front of another TV, and MJ fell asleep, and I'm left with... well... you people. Don't get me wrong, I'm endlessly glad you're here, but I was figuring on more than electronic company.

Then again, I have a nice fat paycheck to look forward to, and my stated plan for this evening was to read something unrelated to computers.

So why don't you go do that then?

Thanks, I will.

Friday fill-in



1. Two of my favorite ingredients in a drink are chocolate syrup and ice cream! (Okay, yes, I admit it: My first thought was "tequila and strawberries.")

2. Nature often amazes me.


3. You can keep doing that forever, the dog is oblivious. (And now I'm going right over to Janet's blog to find out where this came from!)

4. Take equal parts fun, trust, and freedom, mix it all together and voilà! You have unschooling!


5. If I had a yard with a garden, I would love to grow sweet peas and sugar snap peas.



6. Life is best au naturel.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to reading something that has nothing to do with computers, tomorrow my plans include a day without obligations, and Sunday, I want to do laundry and help the crew of the Don Quixote cut their dock lines!

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Thursday 13

Thirteen Reasons I'm Glad It's May


1. The weather is getting better.

2. We have nearly 16 hours of visible light in the sky each day
(and the days are still getting longer).

3. Flowers.

4. Birds.

5. It's my birthday month.

6. Only 21 days until LIFE is Good.

7. I get a paid holiday this month.

8. Unless I go blue, it's my last full month of work
before my summer vacation.

9. Schuyler and her family might come to stay with us!

10. Only 38 days until Steph comes to stay with us!

11. NaBloPoMo is done.

12. I can say, "Summer starts next month!"

13. It's all about anticipation.


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