ALABBD: It floats!

Clearly my need for whining is not on a 28-day cycle. I awoke this morning feeling lighter, optimistic, creative, even inspired. Since the True Spirit of ALABBD is allowing myself a day for doing just whatever I want, a lá Audrey's princess, I am certainly not going to whine when I don't feel like it.

Instead, I turn just a bit of my newfound creative energies to the restructuring of Act Like a Big Baby Day. As originally scheduled, it was to take place on the second Friday of each month. I hereby grant to myself and to all of you a new ALABBD schedule: whenever we damn well need it.

Feeling tired, cranky, and put upon? Pout, stomp your feet, and put yourself down for a nap. Hormones got the best of you? Set up the red tent, cozy down with a good book, and just be. Tired of being fair and balanced? Spew a little venom on your blog.

It's allowed! It's ALABBD!

Obligatory post

It's Thursday. I should be doing a 13.

I just realized I forgot all about Act Like a Big Baby Day in January. Does that mean I get two of them this month? (The first one is tomorrow, in case anybody wants to join me.)

This new space of mine at work is almost too quiet. But not really. I'm still adjusting to the lack of quiet that comes with being home more.

Hugs to Idzie and her family.

Happy Birthday, Abe and Darwin.

Cheers to everybody else.

More happy belly times

...because Ginger told me to. :-)

1. WAS YOUR SECOND PREGNANCY PLANNED?
Wellll, we were planning another baby. Just maybe not right that minute. MJ was only nine months old!

2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Yes. Wouldn't have cared if I weren't.

3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
Shock. Concern. Then pure joy.

4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
28.

5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
I was at the doctor for some other reason. As an afterthought, I said, "I've also been feeling a little queasy, kind of like I felt when I was pregnant." Hmmm.

6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
Frank. We got into the shower together to contemplate our new circumstances.

7. DUE DATE?
March 6th, I think. But I just knew she was going to arrive in February.

You remember how sure I was that MJ was a boy? Right.

8. ACTUAL DATE BABY WAS BORN?
March 11th.

9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Every damn day for more than two months. Then I felt like Superwoman.

10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
Hmm. Sleep mostly.

11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
Working.

12. WHAT WAS YOUR SECOND CHILD'S SEX?
Girl.

13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
Not even a little bit.

14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
I have no idea. Not so much that it was a problem, not so little that it didn't show.

15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
Gawd, I don't even remember. That whole time is a sleep-deprived blur.

16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
n/a

17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
Not a one.

18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Group Health Hospital, Redmond, Washington

19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
From the first twinges to the happy moment, 10 hours.

Favorite memory: Feeling those first contractions as I was tucking MJ into bed. Also, Frank's lack of concern when I told him I was having said contractions. He was quite sure we were at least 24 hours from actual delivery and went off to bed.

20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
Frank. "No, really, Frank, it's time to get up now."

21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Frank and Cherie, the midwife, and a platoon of medical people I was pretty much oblivious to.

22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
Natural.

23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
Yes, an injection of some narcotic that did little to ease the pain but a lot to interfere with my ability to cope with the pain. If anybody had told me how little time was actually left, I wouldn't have had it.

24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?
Ummm. A little under 7 lbs., I think.

25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?
7:00 a.m. straight up

26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?
Chloe Barbara Pierce Maier

27. HOW OLD IS YOUR SECOND BORN TODAY?
Almost 15

Happy belly times

I stole this from Ginger's Facebook, not sure where she got it.

I love, love, LOVE talking about my pregnancies. I think a lot of women are like that. Hey, Mary, can I run a "Birth Stories" funshop at LIFE is Good?

As if I need more to do that weekend...

Anyway, here's the meme:

1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?
Yes, but it was still a total surprise. I had been on the pill for a long time, went off in prep for pregnancy, then didn't think I was ovulating. Wrong!

2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Yes. Wouldn't have cared if I weren't.

3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
Disbelief. I did like Juno and drank gallons so I could take another pregnancy test. Then pure joy.

4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
26

5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
Ha. Funny story. I had been feeling totally crappy, to the point where it was affecting my work. My (female) manager eyeballed me and said, "Could you be pregnant?" "No," I said, laughing. Then I'm pretty sure my face froze. "Oh, wait..."

6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
A woman at work. I don't even remember her name now, or why she ended up knowing I was in the bathroom stall peeing on a stick. But she was technically first. Then I went home and told Frank.

7. DUE DATE?
September 10th. I didn't find out until after MJ was born, fortunately, that September 10th was the day the first Marjorie died.

8. ACTUAL DATE BABY WAS BORN?
September 15th.

9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Every damn day for more than two months. Then I felt like Superwoman.

10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
Hot and sour soup. Banana splits. Bananas. And later in the pregnancy, hamburgers. Jerry would buzz down to Ray's Drive-in for me almost every afternoon.

11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
Chicken. I still occasionally have trouble with the smell of cooking chicken. Later, not sleeping irritated me the most.

12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?
Despite my complete certainty that it was a boy and the baby's pregnancy nickname of "Wolfgang," we had a girl.

Stephanie and me in unison in the birthing suite, crooning: "It's a giiiirrrrrlllll." We were all thrilled.

I still kind of miss the boy she wasn't, though. He was very real to me.

13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
Not even a little bit.

14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
I have no idea. Not so much that it was a problem, not so little that it didn't show.

15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
Three of them: work, my side, Frank's side. Best quote, from Deb Maier's card to us after MJ was born: "For that rare flower in the Maier garden, a girl!"

16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
I knew about all 3 in advance.

17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
Tiny bit of early spotting, spent one day in bed being terrified. The cord was double-wrapped around her neck when she was born, but the midwife dealt with that so matter-of-factly that I was never worried.

18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Group Health Hospital, Redmond, Washington

19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
From the first twinges to the happy moment, 36 hours.

Favorite memory: Frank and Jerry in our living room, timing my contractions with dueling G-Shock watches.

20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
Frank.

21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
Frank, Mom, Steph, the midwife Linda, and a platoon of medical people I was pretty much oblivious to.

22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
Natural.

23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
No.

24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?
Ummm. Hmm, haven't had to pull that number from memory for a while. It was about 7 lbs., but I'd have to go look it up to get the exact weight.

25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?
11:36 a.m. I can still picture the clock that was across from my bed.

26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?
Marjorie Caitlin Pierce Maier

27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY?
16

Quote of the day

School is not the only way to learn. It's just a tool
that you can use to learn with the appropriate motivation.
— Chloe Maier

Ready or not

After taking some time to process, I am now ready to let everybody know that my position at Microsoft was one of the 1400 that the company eliminated in late January.

I disagree with their decision at a philosophical level. With the current economy, I find it unconscionable for a company that has huge cash reserves and that is still making a substantial profit to eliminate jobs. It seems to me that they have contributed to the problem without even attempting to find other ways to lower operating expenses. And, judging by my coworkers' responses to my layoff (which ranged from bafflement, to outrage, to sobs, to one hugely generous offer to jobshare), the employees at the company are more than willing to tighten their belts. I think it's a shame Microsoft didn't give us the chance to try that first.

But that's business. At a personal level, I am certainly sad and stressed that my sweet job is going away. But we are okay. I get a good severance package, plus Microsoft offers lots of resources and networking to help me find a new job, perhaps even within the company.

And we have personal resources, too, not least of which is my comfort with a self-employed/contractor lifestyle. As many of you know, I was very happy as a contractor and took this "permanent" position only because it was Just Right. The agency I used to work through is optimistic about my prospects for finding something new quickly.

Strange as it sounds, one of the things I have been worried about most is telling people about this. I don't want sympathy. I don't want you to worry. Informed of these things, one friend came up with the perfect response:

Well shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

It made me laugh and spared me the burden of reassuring her that we are okay.

But we are. Frank and MJ and Chloe and I have taken a hard look at the worst-case scenario, and, honey, it just ain't that bad.

If and when there's more to tell, you will see it here. The earliest that I will start a new job is late March. In the meantime, I probably won't want to talk much about any interviews or prospects (unless it's that little fantasy of opening a dive shop on Grand Cayman), but you can rest assured that I am actively looking for work.

Too much for Twitter

I started tweeting and then realized I have several random things to say. I don't want to be like Stephen Fry and overtweet, so I'll just dump 'em all here. The first two are retweets, for the sake of posterity. (As if posterity will care.) The rest are new and happily not subject to a 140-character limit.

Feeling crabby for no good reason. Maybe mean, nasty, irritable Ronnie should go out for drinks with m.n.i. Laura...? (This is in response to a morning tweet from Laura warning us that m.n.i. Laura was pushing to get out.)

Chloe bought her bass. It's beautiful. But both girls have for the moment abandoned real guitars in favor of Rock Band. Go figure.

Frank had bridge prep done yesterday, so he is not a happy camper today. Going to the music store (normally a much loved outing) about did him in.

I should clarify: the Arizona house shopping Frank and I were doing was fantasy shopping. We have no serious plans to move, and if we did, I'm not sure we'd be homeowners. A more footloose lifestyle is attractive.

In related news, our tent trailer will be all paid off next month. We will never be homeless.

The neighbor girls came over to play with Chloe today. It's so sweet that they want to, and even sweeter that she goes along with it. She let them take their pick of some leftover Barbie stuff. Aside from a few treasured favorites and the bagful of good stuff we set aside for Effie, we are nearly Barbie-less. The end of an era indeed.

The clack of drumsticks on Rock Band drums is annoying. I'd much rather be listening to the real thing.

I want the Clean Sweep people to come and take care of my backyard. The heaps back there make me feel as trashy as they make our yard look.

I didn't go to the Goodwill today, and I really should have. The van is loaded with donations. Maybe it'll be doubly loaded by next Saturday.

The girls and I watched some Jay Walking and pseudo-Jay Walking videos this evening. People (presumably schooled people) didn't know who authored Romeo and Juliet, who bombed Pearl Harbor, whom the Palestinians are in conflict with, etc. WTF?!

Yes, my kids know those things. The one that stumped them and me was "Who was Beowulf's companion?" Frank would no doubt find our ignorance of that nearly as distressing as I found the others' ignorance of the "easier" questions.

P.S. Frank says Beowulf's pals were secondary and it wasn't a sensible question. We are redeemed. :-)

Compassion and fear

Where does compassion end?

I have an intellectual fondness for spiders. This fondess was born of respect and fascination: respect for what they do (spin webs, eat bugs (especially mosquitos!)) and fascination for the beautiful and clever ways in which they do it. In calm circumstances, I will go to some effort to rescue a spider from my house instead of killing it. I am a merciful spider relocator.

But when caught by surprise, such as this morning when I realized I was sharing my shower with one, my first reaction is fairly typical, squirmy, creeped-out, kill-that-thing-before-it-touches-me fear. Indeed, this morning, I stood aside so the spray could better reach that little sucker and wash it down the drain.

Fortunately, a calmer head prevailed, and the spider scurried behind the shower curtain where he was better protected. I regained my senses quickly with him out of sight at the opposite end of the tub, and when he ventured out again minutes later in search of even better shelter, I watched patiently to see if he could scale the tub on his own. No. When he began to look distressed from the spray, I grabbed a handy spider elevator (a scrub brush) and boosted him up to the rim, where he remained, curled up in a tired little ball, for long minutes until he realized he wasn't dead.

This aptly illustrates that compassion ends with fear. I can provide dozens of examples from world history, maybe even thousands. There are fewer examples of fear being controlled in order to restore compassion. I suppose it happens from time to time.

But today, I am more concerned with households. What fears have hold of you? How are they limiting your compassion for your kids?

Friday fill-in

1. Please don't tell Chloe Algebra is hard. She hasn't noticed.

2. Can you believe some people actually enjoy getting up early in the morning?

3. The color red makes me want to dance!

4. I have a craving for Arizona. Frank and I were pricing houses there yesterday. $50,000 for a 4-bedroom fixer-upper!

5. If my life had a pause button, I'd pause it frequently but judiciously.

6. Eyes are the most difficult thing about peeling potatoes.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Psych, tomorrow my plans include peace and quiet, and Sunday, I want to putter productively without pressure!

One for the baby book

Chloe is considering buying a bass guitar. We offered to float her a loan for the purchase price, with her upcoming allowance withheld as payments. Chloe sat down to calculate how many weeks of allowance it would require. She used Algebra to figure it out.

(Ronnie wipes a sentimental tear from her eye.)

Ice man

This guy is in Chloe's drama class. He knows her name! This makes us practically celebrities, right?

It's the day...the music...died

Fifty years ago today, folks...

The Day the Music Died

I thought it was just me

Okay, so I know it's mostly people interested in good grammar and spelling who are reading this article on MSN about the stress of bad grammar and spelling, but I find myself more hopeful about the future of English after seeing these results from the Live Vote linked to the article:


Of course, there's no guarantee any of those people who are out there fighting the good fight are getting it right. :-)

Hard to figure

Chloe's Algebra homework today:

Overnight, a huge blizzard dumped 10 inches of snow on the ground. When the sun comes out, it melts the snow at a rate of about 1 inch per hour. Write an equation for the problem situation.

The equation is 10-1h=s. Then there's a table with h and s values for Chloe to calculate. One of the provided h values is -2. Her teacher instructed the class to fill in the s value of 12 in that row of the table.

The next question asks if an h value of -2 makes sense in the problem situation.

Her teacher instructed the class to answer "Yes."

Chloe couldn't understand why she would say that. We are equally stumped. Unless, of course, the reason is that it's easier for the teacher that way.

The Doings Report

We're all tucked into what Frank calls Maier Hibernation Month. He and I have actually been mostly hibernating since we got back from New Orleans (with some notable and very fun exceptions), as evidenced by my quiet blog. We're doing lots of internal processing right now, I think, and just being together.

The notable and very fun exceptions were a couple of impromptu gatherings and one...um...promptu one...? It started with STUN Friday, a Ninja and Samurai bowling event. We had thought it would be only a small group, but then Shonna, Matteo, Gemma, Gioia, Ali, and Viola flew (almost literally) down from BC in time for a game. Later, we met them (except Matteo who went home with the Boswells for some guy time) for pizza at a surprisingly crowded, don't-these-people-know-there's-a-recession? Alfy's. Service was slow, but the food was greeted by cheers and pretty good.

The next day, Shonna and company went to Margaret's unschooler gathering on the Eastside, which we decided to forego in favor of a quiet day. In the evening, everybody met up back at our place--Boswells, Bentleys, Morgans, and Maiers--the BM crew--oh, wait, reverse that!--until the older teens and Jordan headed off to see "Rise of the Lycans" and the Bentleys had to leave. The rest of us hung out while the twins played with toys (see, Frank, I save all that stuff for a reason!). Chloe did her best not to give anybody her four-days-in-school-and-she-already-has-a-cold germs. I hope she succeeded! And Frank worked a minor miracle and put together yummy and kid-friendly dinner for 8 with very little notice.

Yesterday, we had a Super day out at Mom's, eating WAY too much, watching the commercials, and half-heartedly rooting for the Cardinals, except for the last four minutes when they provided some damned exciting football. They have our sympathy on their loss, but that Steeler touchdown pass was a thing of beauty!

Backing up a bit, Chloe's school adventure is off to a reasonably good start. She's making friends, having no trouble with her schoolwork so far, and has come home with very little homework. Drama and guitar are by far the classes she's most excited about: she's doing improv and learning Malagueña. In Algebra, they're learning about linear equations and solving for x (which leaves me puzzled about what they studied in first semester). And in science, they're learning about climate. Hmm, I wonder if they'll ask Chloe to share primary-source stories about hurricanes.

Meanwhile, MJ has been immersed in the Complete Poems of E. E. Cummings, copying out the ones she likes and leaving one at the front door for Chloe every morning. Yeats is getting some attention, too, but she says she doesn't like him as much as Cummings. She's also composing a rather lengthy letter to Harper, who is at Camp Lejeune but doesn't yet have an assigned address and is not yet permitted access to his cellphone (?!). She has very much been enjoying the Xbox 360 and peripherals he handed down to her, especially Rock Band and Left 4 Dead.

Frank is playing and practicing music a lot, especially their LIFE is Good talent show selection, which I'm not sure I'm supposed to reveal.

And I'm working on a second talk for LIFE is Good but finding myself (relatively) wordless. I might do better after some more quiet time.

The Doings Report

We are home after a good, healing visit to New Orleans. We had lots of family visiting, including a fun dinner out listening to Big Daddy O, an old friend of Frank's from his live music days. I got to dance with Molly (2) and Aidan (7 months), so you know I was loving that.

Marty's funeral was nicely attended. We were touched to see some of the guys from NOPSI, Rosie's cousins, a variety of ex-in-laws, and even a neighbor from Waltham Street who remembers Marty from his childhood.

We got in late Sunday night, and then got up Monday morning to dive right into the next phase in our life. Chloe met with a counselor at Everett High and got signed up for second semester. She calls this a sociology experiment. :-) Her class schedule is pretty cool: guitar, English, walking (PE), drama, science, and Algebra. And her first day yesterday went pretty well. She found her way to all her classes, for one thing, and seems to have enjoyed herself.

Her science teacher asked the class to fill out a survey about last semester. Chloe asked if she was exempt, since she wasn't there, and the teacher told her no, to just describe the class she was in. Chloe laughed, said, "I haven't taken a science class in six years!" and then explained that she is an auto-didact, a term the teacher hadn't heard before.

So far, we haven't received any concerned phone calls.

School quote of the day, from the attendance policy: You can't learn if you're not here.

Shows what they know.

A family man

We spent last week celebrating the life of Martin J. Maier. And what a life it was!

Marty was born in 1918, the eldest of Frank and Laura Maier’s eight surviving children.
Baby Marty – Spring 1919
Life on the farm in Spalding, Nebraska, was varied, with experiences ranging from being one of the first families with an automobile, to the Dust Bowls times when they drank hot water instead of coffee and the kids walked to school barefoot to spare their shoes.


Marty with his parents and brothers – before the girls and Ferd came along – 1926
(left to right: Morrie, Laura, Marty, Pat, Paul, Franz, Jimmy)

Marty graduated from Spalding Academy in 1935.

Check out that baby face!
In the 30s, the family moved to Yakima, Washington. Marty worked for Western Union, delivering telegrams and picking up cash from the local whorehouses on his Indian motorcycle. (He delighted in telling his grandkids all about that!)
 
In 1941, he was inducted into the U.S. Army. He served three tours in the Pacific, earning a Bronze Star and a Good Conduct Medal. He brought home a lot of memories from the war, good and bad, but he enjoyed telling us about the cute girls he knew in Australia.

Staff Sergeant Maier
At a USO dance in New Orleans, Marty met and fell in love with a local girl, Rosemary Byrnes. At the end of the war, she joined him in Benicia, California, where they married.

Lifemates
After Marty recovered from his latest bout of malaria, they moved to Yakima to be near his family. In 1946, their first child, Marjorie Mary, was born. Rosie tried to learn to be a farmer, but it might have been the day she and Grace were tasked with catching and killing a chicken that convinced her that life wasn’t for her. The little family moved to New Orleans, and in 1948, Frank came along.

Margie, Marty, and Frank on Constance Street
In 1950, Marty graduated Tulane University with a degree in electrical engineering. He accepted a job with Boeing, and the family crossed the country again, to Seattle this time. But in September, tragedy struck. Driving home from a visit to Yakima, their car rolled after being struck by a travel trailer. Margie was killed instantly. Her loss would haunt Marty for the rest of his life.

Injured in the crash, Rosie was in the hospital for a number of months. When she came home, they began to rebuild their lives, and Christine was born in Seattle in late 1951. Marty got a job with New Orleans Public Service Incorporated (NOPSI), and the family moved across country for the last time, finally settling into a house in Metairie that became the family home. Charles (Chuck) was born in 1953 and Judy, in 1955.

Marty’s crew – building the garage on Waltham Street
(Marty, Chuck, Chris, and Frank)
Judy and Marty
After that, life settled into a routine of family time, work, and the occasional family event.

Visiting Laura – circa 1967
The first grandbaby – Judy’s daughter Lori was born in 1974 and promptly wrapped Grandpa around her little fingers. Her little brother, Jerry, arrived in 1975 and followed suit.
And the arrivals continued. Here, Chris’ son, Paul, brushes what’s left of Grandpa’s hair.
By 1982, Marty wasn’t feeling very well, so he retired from NOPSI.

At his retirement party, his coworkers honored his love affair with the Saints…
…and evidently roasted him just a bit.
Being a good sport at DisneyWorld – 1983
Celebrating his 40th anniversary with Rosie and some of the family at a surprise party – 1984
(Marty, Rosie, Judy, Chris, Pat, Paul, Lori, Jerry)
Maier family reunion – 1985
(Jimmy, Pat, Ferd, Coonass Marty, Paul, Morrie)
By 1989, Marty had conquered bladder cancer, had a brain tumor removed, and undergone a valve replacement, so he was feeling much better. Unfortunately, his wife, Rosie, was by then struggling with emphysema, and in 1990, she died. Marty was left very sad and foundered a bit, but he was never alone and was immensely cheered by time with family.

Marty and his last-but-not-least grandbaby, Chloe – 1994
Maier family reunion at our house – 1994
(Morrie, Pat, Paul, Grace, Marty, Loretta)
Marty and his first great-grandchild, Lori’s son, Brian – 1995
Judy and Marty – Christmas 2002
Lori and Bobby’s wedding – November 2004
(Brian, Chiara, Chloe, Frank, MJ, Paul, Chris, Ronnie, Marty, Lori, Bobby, Judy, Gary, Jerry, Cori, Mark, Katie, Karen, Chuck, Eric)
Hippy Marty, granddaughter-in-law Cori, and great-granddaughter Molly – Halloween 2008
In June 2006, Marty suffered a stroke. His mobility and short-term memory were impaired. After a short stint in a nursing home, he moved into Judy’s house, where he lived comfortably, with his days brightened by regular visits from family, until he died on January 19, 2009.

Throughout his life, Marty lived with dignity and honor, providing a foundation for our family that was based on love, laughter, and simply doing the right thing. We will miss him very much.

Marty's obituary

http://obits.nola.com/NOLA/DeathNotices.asp?Page=Lifestory&PersonId=123130495

Chloe and I arrived safely and joined Frank and MJ at Judy's. We had a good night and enjoyed beignets for breakfast. Chuck is at Chrissy's and will be joined tonight be Karen, Eric, and Katie.

Services

Marty's funeral will take place on Friday at Jacob Schoen Funeral Home in New Orleans. The viewing is at 10 with the mass at noon and burial thereafter.

In lieu of flowers, please donate to your favorite charity.

Our heartfelt thanks to all of you for your thoughts, kind words, and support.

Free at last, free at last

Changing of the guard
It's a new world.


And may I just say to FORMER President Bush: Good f***ing riddance.

Marty

I'm very sad to report that Marty passed away a little bit ago. All of his kids were there for him, and for each other, and it was peaceful.

No word on services yet.

Peek-a-boo

Changing population
MJ is home! Wahoo! Chloe and I get to enjoy her company for one too short day, then she heads for New Orleans on Monday.

Averting intensity

Changing the moment
I am a shiny person. In unschooling parlance, this means I am sensitive and emotional. In practical terms, it means my emotions can be a little dangerous, and I've learned to sloooow doooowwwn my responses to give myself time to find better ones.

My sensitivity means I am easily overwhelmed by stress (aka, life). It brings along a side effect that can be pretty exhausting but that provides a nice benefit when interacting with kids, and especially with groups of kids: I am usually tuned in to the emotions in a room.

Don't get me wrong: I commit my fair share of social gaffes. And how! But I get the added fun of being painfully aware of every misstep and exactly who it bothered.

Anyway, with kids, I am often able to see when they are starting to feel upset or overwhelmed by what's going on around them. This gives me the opportunity to change the moment and keep things on a more even keel.

Here are some things that help:

Being silly. Pratfalls. Funny faces. Tickles. Sudden bursts of song. Whatever feels right for lightening the moment. Then find solutions. The idea is not to distract kids from what bothers them but to get to a better starting place.

Motion. Even in my most inept parenting phase, I knew the value of this one. MJ and I would be at loggerheads (over surely inconsequential things if I had but stopped to think), and I would scoop her up and run around. This probably looked startling to observers, because I would have been so clearly at wit's end, but it was way better than smacking her.

Nowadays, I am never at loggerheads with a toddler. That I ever was makes me hang my head in shame. Toddlers demands are never unreasonable. Never. Feel free to leave comments with exceptions to that, but you can expect me to argue with you.

But the scoop-and-run, more gently done, can still come in handy. I've seen my friend Gillian use a silly-tinted variation to rescue Fergus from well-meaning Ronnies and other friends.

Lack of action. Just stop. Wait. Hug your kid.

Coming out of my most inept parenting phase, I discovered the remedial value of a good hug. I began to live by the motto "When in doubt, hug your kid."

We also had a little soothing ritual. I would hold the kid I was in conflict with and rock back and forth, murmuring "One, Two, Buckle My Shoe." It was cool-down time for both of us and very comforting. And neither of us was made to feel isolated. (A timeout is punishment, people. Don't do it.)

Lack of speech. When I don't know what to say, I keep quiet. Or I say, "Let me think about that." Just giving myself this time is usually enough to clear out some stress so I can see more options. (This one works great at work, too.)

Write it down. A few years back, Maddie really wanted to come to my house. It wasn't going to work out that day, and she was starting to get upset, so I pulled a piece of paper out of my purse and said and wrote, "Maddie wants to come over." She cheered up instantly, because she'd been heard. And even small kids know the power of the written word, amen.

I made sure to follow through with an invite so this was an honest solution and not a trick.

(I believe I got this idea out of How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk, a book I highly recommend.)

Try something new. Introducing a new thing into the immediate environment can quickly defuse tension and conflict. A sloshy tub of water is almost surefire. Running water and a toddler? That's gold. Bubbles. A big pile of paper and some markers. Coming out with a towel over my head, moaning like a ghost (see "Being silly" above).

Again, the point is not to avoid conflict entirely or to distract kids from their emotions. It's about getting to a happier place before you start addressing them. 'Cause solving any problem is easier if you've just been laughing together over your weird friend with the towel on her head.

Marty update

Marty had three visitors today: the hospice nurse, the priest, and the nurse practitioner. The hospice nurse says his apnea is occurring more frequently and that he is semi-comatose. The priest performed the Anointing of the Sick (Extreme Unction). And the nurse practitioner, while she wouldn't offer a timeline, made a point of giving them the on-call contacts for this weekend. It seems like it won't be long now.

Frank has caught the cold that is working through the family, so he watched while Chuck and Judy continued sorting, selecting, and scanning photos for the memory board. I intruded a bit and asked for their input into our reservations for the Maier family reunion in July/August. (Note to Maiers reading this: rooms and cabins are filling up quickly, especially if you want to stay for less than a week.)

In one of life's little coincidences, the dad of one of Frank's more likable Jesuit classmates died a couple days ago, so Frank might stop by the services tomorrow if he's feeling better.

Friday fill-in

1. Enough with the rain.

2. A lengthy to-do list causes me to be conflicted.

3. I've been craving Frank's company.

4. Chloe makes me laugh.

5. I wish I could go to work less next week.

6. Marty has been on my mind lately.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Psych, tomorrow my plans include picking up MJ at the airport, and Sunday, I want to finish cleaning out the remains of Chloe's room.

Better than TV

Changing windows
There was a high(ish) speed chase through our neighborhood tonight: several cop cars with sirens wailing in pursuit of an SUV. They finally got the guy to stop just one house down from ours! Chloe and I had been watching funny cat videos and ignoring the noise until we heard the cops yelling things like, "Get your hands behind your head!" We scurried to the kitchen window in time to watch the passenger surrender, but then we decided we'd better change windows when the cops advanced on the SUV with guns drawn.

Safely removed to higher ground, we realized the driver had skedaddled before the cops got there. We indulged ourselves with imaginings of a fugitive hiding in our garage, and I almost got out of taking out the trash, but later we saw they had two people in custody.

So, I took out the trash, and we ate our dinner in a darkened-for-better-visibility kitchen while the investigation continued, the culprits were questioned, and the SUV was towed to Abby's lab. Or someplace like that.

It was just enough excitement for the night.

A little surprise

Changing the plot (but not too much)
Chloe and I went to the movies today with the SnoCo Teen Unschoolers Network (STUN). It's been a long time since we've all been together, so it was fun to see everyone. And the movie, "Twilight," was considerably better than I thought it was going to be. Chloe can tell you in detail where they departed from the book, but they were very much true to Stephenie Meyer's vision, too.


I don't think I'll be spoiling anything when I say that my favorite bits were with Bella's dad, Charlie, played in nicely understated fashion by Billy Burke. The screenwriter was very smart to develop this character, and Burke made good use of his screen time.

And the vampire cast was undeniably striking, especially Dr. Cullen! Whoa. Chloe and I both got chills the first time he came on screen. You can really believe he's not quite human.

Anyway, it's not an Oscar contender, but it was a fun couple of hours.

Marty update

Marty is about the same, sleeping a lot, coughing a lot, with very brief periods now and then where he both awake and cough-free. I keep hoping to hear that he is improving; Frank says no.

"The kids" went to the funeral home today and made prearrangements. Frank posted about that here. It sounds like they are all pleased with what they've arranged, balancing Catholic ceremonies with city logistics. The services will be in the lovely chapel at the even lovelier funeral home (see Frank's post), and the funeral home is very near the cemetery where Marty will be interred with Rosie.

Other than that, it sounds like they are all finding it really good to be together. Lots of shared memories, lots of laughter, and lots of company for Marty.

Hair today

Changing my hair
I've been letting my hair grow out, partly because I hate finding a new stylist and partly because I want to be able to clip back the I'll-fly-away bits on the sides. It's finally getting long enough for that.

Now I just need to find my long-lost clips.

Marty update

Judy's house has been a pretty lively place today. Frank had a visit with Bob, Chris came over, Jerry brought Molly by, and Chuck arrived from Houston in the evening. Phew! Much laughter ensued, especially when Molly was talking to her mom, Cori, on the phone and describing her visit with much excitement, at the top of her lungs. Earlier in the day, Marty's breathing had seemed more labored, but he had a cough-free, bright-eyed spell while Molly was there, and smiled and chatted a little.

Kinda hard to close the door on your way out

Changing your circumstances
This story about a man who apparently attempted to fake his own death just gets funnier and funnier. I don't think he thought it through!

My favorite paragraphs:

The plane was en route from Anderson, Ind., to the Florida Panhandle city of Destin when Schrenker reported turbulence. He said the windshield had imploded and he was bleeding profusely, according to the sheriff's office in Santa Rosa County, where the plane crashed.

But when investigators found the plane, its door was ajar and the wreckage showed no signs of blood or the blown windshield Schrenker had reported. The sheriff's office said Schrenker appeared to have intentionally abandoned his plane.

After he stopped responding to air traffic controllers, military jets tried to intercept the plane. They noticed the door was open and the cockpit was dark and continued to follow it until it crashed in a bayou surrounded by homes.

Another Marty update

Sad news: The visiting nurse was just out at Judy's house again. In addition to the pneumonia, Marty has congestive heart failure. After consulting with the doctor, all have agreed to suspend curative care and focus on keeping Marty comfortable, which primarily involves increasing his dosages of cough medicine and/or morphine as needed.

Marty update

Marty is hanging in there. He didn't have any interest in the football games yesterday (!), so he and Frank watched movies instead.

They are tapering off his prednisone (I'll try to remember to ask why), so his cough is worsening again. He's got some "good stuff" cough medicine, though, and is reasonably comfortable still.

He comes and goes mentally. Frank said two nights ago he was calling out for Eddie. None of us know who Eddie is. (If any of you aunts and uncles know, I'm sure they'd be interested to hear.) But other times he is able to recognize people and converse a bit.

Judy is improving steadily. She has an appetite today, so Frank just had to tell us about how they're eating po'boys. They're also going through old photos and laughing themselves silly. Chris has Wednesday off, so the three of them will get together and talk about arrangements.

We remember

Changing loyalties
Once upon a time, the Seahawks were part of the AFC West. We enjoyed rivalries with all of the teams in our conference, especially the Raiders and the Broncos, but the Chiefs and Chargers earned some of our enmity, too. Despite my constant loyalty to the Hawks, I've always had a soft spot for San Diego, because of my familial ties to and time spent in that city. In a couple of my summers there, I hung out with and was influenced by some neighborhood guys who were die-hard fans of Dan Fouts, Kellen Winslow (the First), Charlie Joiner, and the like.

Anyway, fast forward a few years. These days, the Hawks are part of the NFC West, and we try to be as excited about watching the Hawks play our current conferencemates. Still, I miss the old matchups, and I admit to now having soft spots for all of our old rivals except (blech!) Denver. So, when I have a chance to root wholeheartedly for the Chargers, I jump at it.

Today's game is providing just such a chance. Pittsburgh is probably oblivious to how much we hate them here in Seattle, and I know our hatred is not entirely reasonable. I don't really believe the refs were bribed in that Super Bowl, after all. Much. But the Steelers suffer our resentment of things like East Coast media bias, horrible refereeing, and a sadly unfair Super Bowl.

Enter the Chargers. They have my sympathy as the snow falls in Pittsburgh and the terrible towels fly. I hope they kick some steel butts and win a little redemption for all of us.

Update 5:00 p.m. -- Suddenly I find myself a Ravens fan. Imagine that!

Marty update

I'll start with the details I haven't blogged before. Despite being on antibiotics, Marty developed pneumonia. (His lungs are susceptible.) The night before Judy called us, he coughed all night long and neither of them got any sleep. The next day, they increased his dosage of prednisone, so he's coughing less for now. The drug is an immunosuppressant, though, so it won't help in the long run.

But it is making him more comfortable. He (and Judy) got one good night's rest, but then last night wasn't so good again. It was really fortunate that Frank was there to help, because Judy is down with a bad cold.

Frank says Marty isn't really there. He doesn't recognize anyone and doesn't know what's going on. When I spoke to Frank a little bit ago, the caregiver, Crystal, had been there and gotten Marty bathed and settled, and he was sleeping. So was Judy.

Frank and I will keep everyone posted via this blog. Jorene, would you mind passing the word to the family?

That's a big pizza pie

(Ever) Changing moon
Some of you will no doubt have more of an opportunity to enjoy this tonight than shall we in the Gray Sky Zone.

Biggest Moon of the Year

Friday fill-in

Changing fill-ins
My answers in this Friday Fill-in will share the NaBloPoMo theme of "Change."



1. It's January; let the unexpected changes of 2009 commence!

2. Peaceful transitions is what I crave most right now.

3. Cork and wine go together like life and change.

4. Support from friends and family is so nourishing.

5. Let us dare to dare.

6. Something that won't change: Frank and the girls are my home.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Monk and Psych, back on our schedule at last, tomorrow my plans include seeing Frank off and helping Chloe transform her room, and Sunday, I want to see how it goes!

Shifts

Changing locations
It's been kind of a tumultuous few days in the Pacific Northwest.

Remember all the rain I was whining about? Well, travel and trucking in the region are mostly at a standstill with many of our major highways, including Interstate 5, closed due to flooding, mudslides, and/or avalanche danger. The trains aren't running either. Fortunately, my mom and Tom were able to get home from the coast today, so they're back where they belong, and Chloe is done dogsitting, so she's back where she belongs.

Unfortunately, MJ is still not where she belongs. She and Harper and friends left his place today for some camping. I hope they get decent, or at least dry, weather down there. She comes home on the 17th.

And Saturday, Frank leaves for New Orleans to see his dad, who is very sick. We're not sure how long he has nor how long Frank will be gone. Frank wrote a lovely post about his dad here. Marty is the world's best father-in-law—he's one of the best men I know—so this is a pretty sad time for us.

Your own personal Jesus

Changing water into whine
So, I know I complained about the snow a little. A lot. Endlessly. But now it's raining. A lot. Endlessly.

Somebody tell me again why we live here?

I guess it could be because, at our coldest, we never have to (never could) iceskate down the sidewalk.

And I guess it could be because there are no damn hurricanes.

And I guess it could be because the majority here usually votes the way I vote (a benefit that cannot be overvalued).

And I guess it could be because here is where the money is.

And I guess it could be because I bloomed where I was planted.

But some people went swimming in their outdoor pools for the solstice. And about this time six years ago, we were basking in the warm sunshine in San Diego on our first expedition as unschoolers. (Happy Unniversary to Us!) And we just received an ad from St. Croix that has pictures of, well, paradise (except for the damn hurricanes).

And here I sit, watching the rain come down, while coworkers share tips on keeping their basements from flooding.

And Winter is only about two weeks old!

Hydrology

Changing beverages
Almost a year ago (!), I stopped drinking Coke. After the initial cravings, I haven't missed it. But finding something to drink instead has been something of a journey. At work, I've been drinking root beer with lunch. And at home, I've been toying with Squirt as a (mostly inadequate) Lemonsoda substitute.

I never said I was going to eliminate sugar from my diet. :-)

But the biggest change has been wrought by the snow, our new thermostat (aka, "cooler house"), and my new "red not orange not maroon fire-engine red" teapot. Hot drinks have suddenly been very attractive, and the new teapot is just fun to use. So, I've been drinking tea. Fruity ones are my favorite. I have some varietal Twinings fruit ones purchased abroad (la-de-da) that I'm not sure I can replace, so those get parcelled out like gold. The rest of the time, I like a nice lemon, orange spice, or Wild Berry Zinger.

Thanks for the warmth, Erin!

I've adapted

Changing terms
I've just been writing up the process my manager and I followed last month to ready our program (programme) documentation for use in places where they spell funny, such as Great Britain, Australia, and Canada.

Normally, this work is completed by vendors who specialize (specialise) in translation and localization (localisation). But the vendor wanted several weeks and many dollars (pounds) to do it, so David and I took on the task. It took us about two weeks, and we got it right the first time, which is not always true of the vendors.

Yes, I'm feeling smug, and yes, I know it's unattractive. I just can't help myself.

But don't you think they should write me a check (cheque) for the money we saved them?

Dither dither dither

Changing my mind
- I'm going to watch the playoff games today.
- No, I'm not, I have to work.
- But I could work while I watch.
- No, I really have to work.

- I'm going to cook beans but I know I won't really enjoy them.
- Hey, these are really good! (Tony's!)

- I'm doing NaBloPoMo this month, so I really gotta post today.
- I'm sick of this computer. Maybe I won't do NaBloPoMo this month.
- Oh, all right, just a quick one.

Butts up

Changing diapers
Note: I've just discovered the theme for NaBloPoMo this month is Change. Since I coincidentally blogged about that very thing for the first couple days of January, I've decided to continue blogging on that subject this month. Every day? Maybe, maybe not.

I miss changing diapers. The Ghost of Ronnie Past—the one who spent four and half years diapering butts—is lurking behind me, shrieking,
"What?! Are you crazy?"

But I miss it just the same.

I got to change Lila several times at our New Year's Eve sleepover and was reminded of all the good stuff. Every diaper change was a moment of connection. Every one was an opportunity for play, for singing a little song, for blowing raspberries on baby belly. Every one was a chance for surprises, entertainment, commiseration, laughter.

Frank invented a diaper-changing song when ours were babies. It goes like this:

Butts up, baby, butts up,
Gimme your butt, gimme gimme your butt,
Gimme gimme
Butts up, baby, butts up... (etc.)

Lila found it highly entertaining. (Who wouldn't?)

One time she was resistant, so I diapered her bear instead. That was so funny, she laid herself right down for her turn.

It was so fun!

Yes, yes, of course I remember the downsides. Meconium. Changing a baby who doesn't want to be changed. Changing a poopy diaper when you're so tired you want to cry.

"I'll give you a thousand dollars if you'll do it."

But the rest is good stuff.

Careless schmareless

Changing perspectives
My daughters are the thrilled owners of an extensive (although not yet complete) Joss Whedon collection. Their joy in their ownership of these items is boundless. Truly prized possessions.

And yet they leave the DVDs lying about.

When I was tidying up in preparation for my little NYE soirée, I put away a lot of "Buffy" discs. I found myself thinking some fairly, um, traditional things about my girls. The word "careless" came up a lot. It got me thinking.

Careless. It's an interesting accusation. Someone is careless with her things if she does not keep them to the standards set by... somebody else. Some random arbiter of how things should be kept. And carelessness is to be avoided or else!

Or else what? MJ and Chloe have been leaving discs out for years, and, despite my oft-repeated gloomy predictions of damage, they have not suffered a single casualty. Or if there have been casualties, they have dealt with them matter-of-factly and without assistance.

In other words, their treatment of their CDs and DVDs is an entirely appropriate level of care.

Huh. Imagine that.

The other part of this is that they seem to be free of the rather desperate feeling that these things are irreplaceable. My "Firefly" DVD set (my personal Joss Whedon collection) is terribly, terribly precious to me. I guard it. I worry about it. I think about buying a replacement just in case. MJ and Chloe have none of that. These things they own are just things, nice to have but easy to replace should the need arise.

Perhaps what they are is carefree.

But even that has as one of its definitions "irresponsible." Why? How did we get so mired in this feeling that all this care is required and that every possession must be protected to the nth degree?

When we were on the boat, we became slightly acquainted with a retired couple from up north who had sold their house and moved onto their boat in Slidell. They had pared down their houseful of belongings to the precious few that would fit aboard or in a small rented storage unit. Katrina came. They lost it all. All the care in the world hadn't done them any good.

I am not suggesting, of course, that we all start leaving our toys out in the rain. But maybe our kids should have the chance to show us how to care about what's really important.

Friday fill-in

In memory of Janet's dad

1. The world is open for exploration.

2. My good-bye to Emma, Ella, and Lila was probably the last thing I said, but some unconscious mutterings to myself were certainly possible.

3. I wonder if people will ever stop trying to control their kids in lieu of valuing their kids' enjoyment of the world.

4. Peace and quiet at the end of all things.

5. There's something to be said for teeter-totters.

6. Home is where I want to be.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to puttering, tomorrow my plans include more puttering, maybe some make-up work, and hopefully greeting Frank and Chloe, and Sunday, I want to hang out with Frank and Chloe!

Going paperless

I don't know if it will work, but I've just used ProQuo to attempt to opt out of pre-approved credit offers and a number of direct marketing campaings. In theory, this will hugely slash our junk mail.

My questions about composting

Can I compost if I really have no use for the compost? We don’t fertilize or use mulch or any of that and have no plans to start. What would I have to do with the finished compost to make room for the next batch?

Also, after the initial setup, I would prefer not to spend a lot of time on this. Like, maybe 5 minutes a week and it’s not the end of the world if I miss a week. Is that at all realistic?

Finally, my goal is simply to reduce our trash tonnage and stop putting food into the garbage disposal and sewage treatment system. In my ignorance, I was thinking I could continue putting our yard waste into the yard-waste bin (picked up weekly by the city), but now I’ve done a little reading and discovered that a compost pile isn’t really a compost pile unless it has a certain size, and it seems like a mix of “ingredients” is best. So, what happens if I start small, put in only food waste, and need several weeks for the pile to get up to that size? Will it even work? Will the neighbors come after me with my composting pitchfork because of the smell?

My mom has suggested putting our kitchen compost into their compost pile instead of starting one of our own. Maybe that's the level of involvement I'm really after...?

It was never like that for me

Frank just called from the cockpit of Laureen's 47-foot catamaran. He reports that although they are between Alcatraz and the city, they are warm, dry, and steady enough to be drinking champagne while Laureen nurses Aurora.

San Francisco Bay seemed rather different from the cockpit of the Enjoué, my dad's 26-foot Columbia. If we had sails where I wasn't cold and green, I don't remember them. :-)

If you're looking for NYE pictures...

...visit the photo blog.

Thursday 13

Changing habits
Green 13
In honor of the new year, here are 13 little things I'll be doing in 2009 to reduce my impact on the environment. I got most of these ideas from the Nature Conservancy's Everyday Environmentalist pages, where you can find other ideas or contribute your own.

1. Composting. Microsoft inspired this one. They started a composting program this year (creating a whole new market for compostable disposable dishes) and helped me discover how really good it feels to not throw food in the trash. This will reduce our use of the garbage disposal, which evidently puts something of a burden on the sewage treatment system.

Related to this, I'll be looking into some BioBags so I don't have to clean the kitchen compost container 'cause ewww.

The big problem with this whole plan is that we don't use fertilizer. Ever. Maybe one of our neighbors will want our compost...

2. Using cloth napkins. My friend Stephanie has been doing this forever. She has a lovely little collection of cloth napkins that can be grabbed, used, and then tossed in a little basket for later inclusion in a regular load of laundry. They are ever so much nicer than paper!

Tip: It's more fun if the napkins don't match! And if you are a sewing type like Kat, you can make your own from "salvaged cloth" (aka rags) by running a quick seam, which even I know how to do.

We'll also continue our use of those choose-a-size paper towels. They cost slightly more sometimes, but we're consuming half as much as we used to.

3. Learning about and buying wood and paper products that are FSC certified. Mindfulness is a big deal for unschoolers. Well, we're not very mindful when it comes to the products we buy. Since a day in the woods is my idea of a dream date, I'm going to start improving our mindfulness by making regular visits to the Forest Stewardship Council Web site. They are there to help us avoid giving our money to companies around the world that engage in illegal and/or immoral logging practices.

4. Going paperless. I'm doing some of this already, but I'm going to work on eliminating even more of the paper bills and statements that we receive.

5. Turning off the computer. We leave our computer on all day and night. I have rationalized this behavior for years with the argument that rebooting is hard on the hard disk. But that might be less true than it once was (hard disks automatically "park" nowadays, reducing wear and tear), and anyway, the real reason comes down to convenience: I hate waiting for the computer to boot up. There are greener ways to avoid that.

Or leaving it on. This page suggests leaving your computer on but joining a distributed computing network that takes advantage of the power usage and emissions already going on. This doesn't interest me much, but I include it here for your edification.

6. Using reusable shopping bags. Last April, I began an anti-quest. It hasn't been going very well, but I hereby renew my determination to stop bringing plastic bags into our house.

In Ireland, you have to pay for your plastic bags if you want them. Interestingly enough, we were much better about remembering to take our shopping bags with us while we were there.

7. Walking. We are quintessential Americans: we hop in the car to go two blocks. But one of the reported benefits of being urban dwellers is that the things we need are within walking distance. It's time to start taking advantage of that. Within a four-block radius, we have a grocery store, an auto parts store, a drugstore, MJ's tattoo/piercing parlor, an espresso stand, a sporting goods store, a fruit and vegetable market, and a handful of restaurants. Just a bit farther afield, we have gift shops, furniture stores, a state liquor store, and even more restaurants, including our favorite margarita Mexican place.

8. Turning down the heat. Frank just installed a new programmable thermostat that lets us schedule a chilly time (instead of relying on my remembering to manually turn the heat down before retiring). It also measures the temperature in our house differently than the old one did, so when we set the heat at 67, we are actually keeping the house at 67 instead of what was probably more like 72 before. (Yes, sweaters and blankets are suddenly very popular around here.)

9. Commuting less. Subject to manager approval, I'm going to work at home two days a week. Fun for me, fun for the family, good for the budget, good for the car, good for the environment.

In case you are wondering, this will save me approximately 140 miles, $12, and four hours per week. That's 7280 miles, $624, and 208 hours per year.

10. Eating less meat. Don't get too excited, Qacei and Idzie—I'm a looong way from going veggie—but I can be perfectly content with a lot less meat. And the reasons for doing so just keep piling on.

11. Drinking Fair Trade, shade-grown coffee. I'm a coffee drinker now, so I get to think about these things. My one-bag-a-year habit is probably not going to save the planet, but every little bit helps. I think I'll try this place first.

12. Drinking from the tap. I'm doing this already, but I'm running out of ideas, so I'll give myself extra credit for it. I really love the convenience of those individual water bottles, but they are veddy bad for the environment. We simply do not buy them any more.

13. Redistributing goods. Thrift stores, Half Price Books, Craigslist, Freecycle. Hmm... Could I go the whole year without buying new stuff? It's an interesting question, and after Christmas is a good (easier) time to contemplate it.

Happy New Year!