Sunday, July 5, 2009

Keeping in Touch

My life has not been very bloggable this past week. But then again, maybe it has and I haven't had a chance to mentally process the micro-events of our lives and decide how to write about them.

I have been going out of my way to minimize my time on-screen, so much of my absence has been intentional. I am being convicted very much, lately, of the need to reduce screen time. I know I have been so addicted. This means I have gotten serious, once again (after not being serious) about keeping my computer time to weekends and Wednesdays. One the days where I eliminate electronic technology from my life (lovingly referred to as "amish day" here at home, to the disdain of my children) I have had to go to more effort to think of more constructive ways to fill the small voids in my day during which I normally would have slid onto the seat in front of the monitor and keyboard to check on ... whatever.

But I feel the results have been an enrichment of my days. There has been much more reading going on in our house, and more reading aloud as a family, and I am very happy about that.

Aside from this, here are more tidbits from our lives here at Mighty Oak Country School:

  • Baby Girl has lost her top two center incisors within the past month. Here are some of the better photos of the results.
  • We had a lovely Independence Day here at home, attending our local parade and lighting off our own small fireworks in our yard. Baby Girl was all dressed and ready to attend the parade, including a special bag she decorated to collect candy. Turns out I had to turn her around to change her outfit a bit, because this one would certainly have been too hot. The Fourth of July celebration here where we live is very nice, but we are always melting by the time we are ready to go back home.
  • A local county newspaper interviewed both of our children for a column about our parade. As my children are both very opinionated, they were very happy to share their feelings about our local celebration! I look forward to seeing the results, with their photos, next week.
  • We are bird sitting for nine days. Self Reliant man's boss' boss (or is it bosses' boss?) is the doting parent of these birds. The birds are Tweeters (parakeet), Sunny (cockatiel), and Mystic (lovebird). Prior to this, I had no experience with birds, and I am amazed at how BUSY they are, all day long (and Sunny is 21 years old!). The children have been giving these birds constant attention, and I have had to impress upon them the seriousness of this responsibility we have taken on. In other words, don't let the birds out of the cage (er.. house!), don't stick anything inside the cage without permission, don't spray any aerosol cans in the house, etc. Anyhow, the photos are not great of the birds. I'll have to work on that.

  • We will be traveling sometime in the month of July to visit my mother in law, who lives in assisted living. It has been way too many months since we have seen her. Since we will be van camping while we visit her (in Florida.... in July) Self-Reliant Man has been working on making window shades to reduce the incredible heat gain through the windows of our van, so that the portable air conditioner can work, possibly, during the daytime, while the sun is shining (instead of just after sunset, or in the shade, or while it is raining, or at night, like it does now). Don't know whether it will actually work, but Self-Reliant Man gets an A+ for trying. They are simply blackout window shades held on by magnets, in our truest classy style of doing things **wink wink** Pretty fancy, eh? The camping neighbors in their Class A 40' motorhomes will be so envious.
See how dark they make the van interior, even with full sun shining upon the windows?

  • We have made our camping reservations for our annual family vacation in late September. It will involve camping in three different locations in Tennessee. I will post more details about this later. It is so nice to have a cool mountain vacation to look forward to at this time of the year, and it is only two months away!
  • Some of you know that our family is between churches. We have been attending a church since around Christmas, but have not joined, as we want to make sure that this is the right place for our family. Shortly after beginning to attend this church, we learned of the construction of their new sanctuary and fellowship hall. It was being built adjacent to property that is owned by a well known international Christian ministry (founded by the same pastor as the church). Well, as it is mostly finished now, today was the first morning that the congregation attended services at the new property. For about a month, services will be held in the fellowship hall, as the church awaits the final completion of the sanctuary. Well, right now, my first impression of this new location is that it is simply...... stunning. Yes, stunning would be the word. We haven't even seen the best part, yet, and the rest that we did see is just amazing. Amazing, as in..... over the top amazing. That is all I can say about it so far. A lot of money was spent on this facility. It is even going to be featured in a PBS program soon, due to the artwork and windows. Going to church there was a strange feeling, and I am wondering what effect the new environment will have on the church culture and congregation. Even the property and grounds are gorgeous. Many people were there today who we have never seen before, and they were taking a lot of pictures. It wouldn't surprise me if the photos were in cyberspace already. Anyhow, our family is taking all of this in, and figuring out what it all means. I don't know what else to say. It is hard to believe that this church still only has 600 members. These are photos of the church that I found through Google. They must have been taken within the past month or so. It only captures about half of the facility, that which is most visible from the road. The rest of the property contains two older mansions that are going to be modified to become a seminary. All structures are located around a small lake. The setting is really lovely.


  • Our tractor has been working marvelously well. All Self-Reliant Man has to do is press the button for the starter motor and off he goes. This is such a beautiful thing! We can have the whole yard completed in between 2 and 3 hours, and the rest of the weekend available for other things. Hooray! Now here is poetry in motion...
  • Finally, I am saddened by the news of a tragedy at my former workplace, W*lt Disn*y W*rld, early this morning when one monorail train collided with another. The 21 year old driver of one of the trains was killed, probably instantly. It was during one of the final runs of the night, at 2 a.m., after clearing away a large crowd from the Independence Day festivities. Having worked myself for years as an engineer, almost literally in the shadow of the monorail (my office window looked out at the monorail service facility), it is difficult to imagine the possibility of such an accident on this impressive form of transportation. It is the first fatal accident on this system in the history of WDW. My prayers and heart go out to the family of this young man, who never made it home from work this morning.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Swimming Lessons are Over for the Year

Every summer at this time (mid-June) we enroll the children for a session of swimming lessons at a local swim school. The session includes eight lessons. They completed the objectives and graduated from the levels they were in, and their teacher took their photos underwater!


What do you think of these?
Baby Girl, minus one upper incisor. (two days later, she was minus both incisors!)
Little Son, the boy with Michael Ph*lps feet! Big feet, big kick.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Thought for the Day

If the temperature of heaven turns out to be

Seventy seven degrees...

then I'll probably need to bring...a light sweater!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

While we are discussing reading...

... I saw this on Susie Q&A this morning, and thought it would be fun to participate. Try it out and pass it on. If anything, this list reveals how impoverished my reading (and my education, in some ways) has been in my life. I've only read 25 of this list. But I have read many books that are not on this list that I think ought to be. I do wish to make this different for my kids.

P.S. Some of the books I don't believe should be on the list, and some I plan never to read at all (and feel no guilt for not reading).

Apparently the BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books on the BBC big read top 100 book list. (really? That is pathetic!)

How do your reading habits stack up?

Instructions:
Copy the list, create your own new "Note" and paste text into it.

Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read. Make sure you delete my Xs!

When you've finished, tag 10 people to do it too, and put your total at the bottom.

Here we go!!!

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (movie)

4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling -- never plan to read these
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee X
6 The Bible X
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
X
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman say what?
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott X
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien X
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger X (had to for high school, couldn't help it)
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald X
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck X (unforgettable!)
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll X
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis X
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
X
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hossein
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha -
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne X
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
you've got to be kidding
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding

50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert X not one of my favorites
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zifon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens X (first book I ever read that made me weep)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
X
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck X
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett X
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno - Dante X
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens X
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker X
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White X
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad X
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery X
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare X
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl X
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Other books I think should be on the list (off the top of my head): All Quiet on the Western Front (Remarque); The Robe (Douglas); The Chosen (Potok); The Hiding Place (ten Boom); 1984 (Orwell); The Seven Storey Mountain (Merton); Mere Christianity (Lewis); It Can't Happen Here (Sinclair Lewis); Brave New World (Huxley)

Monday, June 22, 2009

It is Hot!


Boy, it has been hot here since Friday. I don't think I ever remember temperatures like this in the fifteen years I have lived in this state.

Topping out near 100 degrees every day, with high humidity and heat indexes of 105-110.

This morning, at 6:30 I stepped outside and it was still 82 degrees and humid.

How many days until autumn again?

On My Book Stack

At any given time, I am reading several books. I read them at different rates, finishing then in random order, according to how well they grab my interest. Occasionally, a book doesn't ever get finished. Through some books I creep, one chapter at a time, with portions of (or entire) other books being read in between. Sometimes my reading expands to eight books or so at the same time.

Right now, the list contains eight books, and they are as follows:

1. A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L'Engle: loved this book as a child. Little Son just read it and enjoyed it a good deal, so I decided to read it again.

2. Training Hearts Teaching Minds, by Starr Meade: this books is a vehicle through which I am teaching my children the Westminster Shorter Catechism and instructing them in our faith. Wonderful book. We will be with this one for about two years.

3. Whatever it Takes: Geoffrey Canada's Quest to Change Harlem and America, by Paul Tough: Just finished this one over the weekend. It is an absorbing narrative about the Harlem Children's Zone (an organization where my brother used to work) and Promise Academy charter school and how those folks are learning what does, and does not, work when attempting to break the intergenerational welfare cycle of poor families.

4. The Danger of Raising Nice Kids: Preparing our Children to Change Their World, by Timothy Smith: This one is taking me a long time to get through. It was a recommended read by Generations of Virtue. It is not the fault of the book, for the author writes in an engaging style and has many important ideas to share with parents. I guess it is that I am having difficulty keeping my attention on parenting books lately. Every time I read a book like this, I add mental items to my "to do" and my "mommy guilt" list, and believe me, I don't need any additional items added to those lists.

5. Behind Rebel Lines: The Incredible Story of Emma Edmonds, Civil War Spy, by Seymour Reit: this is the latest Sonlight read aloud book that our family is experiencing. This is a fast mover, and an exciting read. Yes, it is incredible, as in, difficult to believe the truth of this story, but that makes it all the more fun to read.

6. The Creator and the Cosmos: How the Greatest Scientific Discoveries of the Century Reveal God by Hugh Ross: A fascinating book, and an important book for our times, but definitely not an easy read. I wish at times like this that my science background were better, but it's not. So I content myself with reading a chapter at a time of books like this, absorbing the information slowly. It is incomprehensible how finely tuned are all the scientific constants of our universe, and the facts concerning our galaxy, sun, solar system, and our own planet and its very unique moon. It is startling, and intensely humbling, to see this latest attempt at scientifically describing and quantifying the incredible intelligence of our Creator.

7. Distracted: The Erosion of Attention and the Coming Dark Age, by Maggie Jackson


8. The Dumbest Generation: How the Digital Age Stupefies Young Americans and Jeopardizes our Future (Or, Don't Trust Anyone Under 30), by Mark Bauerlein

Books 7 and 8 are on hold at the library, and I am going to pick them up today. I have great interest in the subject of how consumer electronic technology is affecting our lives. I will let you know how the books are when I have read them. I think this is an important subject for parents, when we consider what, when, and to what extent we should expose our children to the trappings of modern digital society.

What are you reading these days?

Friday, June 19, 2009

New Music for a New Year

Okay, you other violin moms out there. Little Son has been assigned a new concerto. For those of you who know, he will be learning the Accolay Concerto in the coming months. He is very excited about it, especially after watching others play the piece on Youtube. The concerto is six pages long, and offers a lot of variety in mood, rhythm, and technique, including a final page full of double stops that sounds like a fiddle piece was dropped in as an afterthought. He will also need to play at times in fifth (and maybe even sixth?) position as well.

Anyhow, after some poking around online, I found a recording of Itzhak Perlm*n playing this piece. Since the file is free, it only contains the first half of the concerto, but hey, you get the idea. Please click on the link to hear it.

Accolay Concerto No. 1 in A Minor

It will be rather thrilling when Little Son has got it together and plays it for us. He is definitely motivated!

Definitely Worth Watching

Please turn the music off in the sidebar before viewing this powerful video, created by a 15 year old.

Hallowed and Precious Week, VBS

This week is the second time that my children have gone to VBS. The first time was a year ago, the week this blog was born. During VBS, I find that I have fifteen hours of solitude time; the only such time all year long. I have to figure out how to spend these fifteen hours, for they are fleeting and will never return once spent.

The first roughly nine hours of this time, I spent doing basic household organizing (roughly 25% of the time) and working on my children's adoption lifebooks. An adoption lifebook is a type of scrapbook that you create for your adopted child, in which you carefully write the story of the earliest part of their life, prior to joining your family. You begin with the day they were born, and then write out, in an age-appropriate way, their own personal story of their beginning. This is a place to tell the truth about their life prior to adoption, sharing as much, or as little, as you know in a way that is gentle and understandable to them at their age. When the lifebook is done, it can be read like a very unique and special storybook, and it does a great job of breaking the ice when it comes to discussing difficult issues from their past. It can also be used to share what you know about the culture of the country where your child was born, bits and pieces of your experience in adopting them (although the book is not intended to be an adoption travelogue -- that is for a different scrapbook), your feelings about them and the way they joined your family, and any information that you do have about their birthparents. So, for example, page headings in our lifebook include: "The Day I was Born", "My Birthparents", "Why I was Adopted", "Life with My Foster Parents" or "My Life in the Orphanage", "My Journey to America", etc. You get the picture. The lifebook turns out to be an important tool and springboard to discussing your child's adoption with him or her.

Well, I had completed Little Son's lifebook back when he was two or three years old, save two of the last pages. But I had never done Baby Girl's lifebook. This was a heavy burden of guilt for me to carry, so last year, during VBS, I decided to do Baby Girl's lifebook. Which I did, except I never did finish it. I still had 4 pages left to do. These went undone, all year of course, until this week. Plus Little Son's lifebook needed two pages to be complete.

Drumroll, please. I am pleased to announce, that as of Wednesday, both lifebooks are finished! And I read them to the children again, and they like them very much. That is such a big load off me! Whew! (Baby Girl didn't even realize that I was making a lifebook for her until this week).

The next three hours of VBS time were about wrapping and shipping a Father's Day package to my FIL, and a birthday gift (now over a week tardy) to my nephew up north. Also, catching up on housecleaning that had fallen behind.

Which brings me to this morning, the final three hours of solitude for the year. I think I'll spend part of the time blogging (check), doing some correspondence, and maybe actually get to some reading. As usual, I am reading several books at once, but that's for another post.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Happy Birthday to this blog!

It was a year ago today that this blog was begun. I can't believe it has been a year already.

From its humble beginning in June, '08, as a blog with just one reader, it has blossomed in merely one year's time into a blog with..... five readers? Maybe?

Anyway, Happy First Birthday, Blog!! May you enjoy many more happy, healthy, and fruitful years of exciting and inspiring posts.

And if any of my faithful readers are willing, please leave a happy birthday message, telling me where you live and how long you've been reading this blog.

After all, maybe there are more than five readers??

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

An Important Issue ...

... one that is becoming nearer and dearer to my heart as time goes on; especially as I am a homeschool mom: one who is a Bible-believing Christian and one who teaches my kids science and world history. A short review of the book Already Gone from Answers in Genesis appears here. I believe, as a person who holds mainly to progressive creationist views, that the points made by this review are important and should not be ignored.

At the risk of being controversial here, I would urge all my fellow Christian homeschool moms to at least give a fair look at the materials presented at this website and this one as they pertain to the age of the earth and the universe. I humbly ask that in doing so, you put aside, at least temporarily, the notion that old-earth believers are compromisers. No, I am not affiliated at all with these two organizations. But I greatly appreciate and respect the work that they do.

I don't want my kids to be part of the exodus referred to in the above book review. I realize that my children are likely to pursue careers in the future that require advanced levels of science or engineering education. I believe that telling folks that the evidence of mainstream science flatly contradicts the Bible is incorrect and harmful. Who says that the facts are mutually irreconcilable? Why do I have to choose between science and the Bible as if either one or the other is right, but not both? How many people have abandoned Christianity because they have been told this? And how many folks, who remain in the church for one reason or another, have their faith weakened because they must live with cognitive dissonance on account of what they know about science, and what they are told the Bible says?

Finally, a plug for an excellent video. Last week, we viewed as a family the DVD The Case for a Creator with Lee Strobel. What a fantastic presentation of creationism and intelligent design! Our family thoroughly enjoyed it, and its discussion of the cosmological, astronomical, and microbiological evidence for extraordinarily complex design in creation. The open minded viewer of this DVD should not only be honest enough to acknowledge the God of the Bible as our Creator, but should be driven to fall on his face before the supremacy of who He is, as evidenced by His unbelievable signature on creation. Some people are bending over backwards like a pretzel to avoid seeing this, and coming up with outrageous propositions to avoid the obvious. We highly recommend this video, but please note that in order to appreciate what is being brought out in the cosmological portion of the video, one needs to be open to old-earth perspectives on creation.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Let the Choirs Begin (very long, potentially boring post)

A lot has gone on here the past two weekends, except it has been difficult for me to blog about it because of all the thunderstorms we have been getting around these parts. It seems that bad weather makes our AT&T DSL connection fail intermittently 'round the clock, and it is often "down" more than it is up. It just keeps going in and out all the time, and could drop out at any minute, so it might take several attempts to get this post completed. Just for the record, everybody, AT&T DSL ~~~ not too reliable if the weather isn't perfect, and not too reliable if the weather is perfect but has had some imperfect moments within the past week or more.

That being said, a lot has gone on here in our garage. I will try to tell it through pictures. If interested, you can click any picture to get a better view. I have learned a bit about engines this past week, and so has Little Son. Who knows? Even some of my readers might find it interesting. After all, life is homeschooling, and the other way around.

Before I begin, I have to say that this project is / has been another demonstration of Self-Reliant Man's diligence, patience, creativity, longsuffering (mine, too, on this one), resourcefulness, patience, intelligence, analytical temperament, patience, pragmatism, persistence, and patience. Not to mention his self-reliance. Yes, he truly does display the gifts of the Spirit in these situations.

Now where was I? Oh yes, pictures and captions.

You know, this tractor rebuild project has kind of been like a pregnancy here, with a very long, agonizing labor. It has been at least 8 months in the works. I don't know, yet, whether we will forget the pain when it is truly all over. This remains to be seen. I certainly hope that the tractor's better functioning will make our lives more controllable and predictable on the weekends.

But what about the pictures (I can hear you asking)? Stop yapping, and show us the pictures!

I would have by now, except I am still waiting for them to upload.

Hold on, now.Little Son definitely got in the act where he could. Here he is showing his new wrench skills by extending the legs on the borrowed engine hoist.
When hoisting a 400-500 pound engine to mount to a fixed tractor, you have to get it lifted and positioned as level and straight (on all three axes) as possible in order to attach the bolts. So Self-Reliant Man has rigged up some fancy rope tricks using blocks of wood and various fancy knots he found in the K volume of World Book encyclopedia.
Of course, nothing goes perfectly on the first attempt (Self-Reliant Man has learned to accept this reality much better than I have) and it took a few repetitions and adjustments before everything was level after lifting off the ground.
By this point, we had it very well lined up and held in place by long screwdrivers until the bolts could be fastened. I was actually able to help with this step (when I wasn't taking pictures).
I think it was about all joined up by this point.
This is a rare look inside at the brand new cylinders and valves. Yes, all the sleeves, pistons, valves and rings were replaced with shiny new parts.
The head and gaskets were attached in an elaborate, painstaking procedure. There were 18 bolts that had to be connected in a specific sequence to ensure an equal and complete seal. Each bolt had to be torqued in stages, too. First, to 30 ft-lbs, then 50 ft-lbs, and finally to 70 ft-lbs. The, after the project is done, and you are breaking in the engine, you have to go back at two or three points and retorque all of the bolts. This is a big deal, and you don't want to skip any of these steps if you don't want to blow the gasket out.
The front set of wheels went on, and the tie rods had to be connected. Then, the fan and belt. Also, the oil filter, alternator, distributor, carburetor, and all connecting lines and hoses.
This has been Self-Reliant Man's weekend uniform for months, now (when we're not at church).
At times, Little Son has tightened up less critical bolts (not the head gasket!) and held items in place or reached his smaller hands into tight spots to tighten nuts. Here, he is helping with the air filter.The grey, pipe-like structure (on left) had to be mounted next. This is the manifold (for air intake and exhaust). This item would cause us trouble a week later on.
This picture shows the alternator (center bottom), the distributor (black box in lower right corner), and all the spark plug lines, as well as the air and exhaust lines (red or rusted pipes on the left). I am feeling really good seeing all these pieces get reassembled. It is much better then the nausea and headaches which I felt when it all got taken apart in the winter.
Here is the radiator, reattached. Yes, it looks like it has seen better days, but a replacement is costly, and might not be as well made as the original.
Nice new radiator hoses. This tractor is an extreme juxtaposition of brand new parts, and of very old ones. Color tells all.

That was all on Memorial Day weekend. This weekend (yesterday), the steps were finished.
One of the steps we had to do was to mount the hood. The hood contains the gas tank.
Little Son was able to steer the lift as the hood was moved into place.
Yeah, we know. It's a rusty old hood, named Ford.
Affix the front grille and the new steering wheel...
Just look at that smile. There's a little girl who has faith in her daddy's abilities.
Then....... start her up! And yes, the engine did start successfully and sound good!
and there was much rejoicing

..only to reveal, within minutes, a significant technical problem, in which the engine would stop whenever the choke was shut off.
and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth

This puzzling technical problem kept Self-Reliant Man thinking and trying things the rest of the day. I will spare you the details, except to say that he formulated a hypothesis at dinner yesterday, and decided to make the needful changes late last night. He was still in the garage at ten o'clock.

Today, upon trying again, everything went as it should. So today we are following the recommended break-in procedure.....
(re-torquing the head bolts, with Little Son's help)

....... and right now the tractor is being taken for a spin around the property for an hour's worth of engine break-in time. This is biblical. It was recommended in the Antique Tractor Bible (see previous post).
What a wonderful sight this is!And Little Son felt it would be prudent to follow along behind for a few laps, "In case any parts fall off!" as he put it.I guess one of the many unexpected pleasures of this day is seeing the empty space in the garage.

I am so proud of Self-Reliant Man! We shall certainly celebrate his major accomplishment!

This is homeschooling at its finest, at least at our house!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Picture Thought for Today

Late Spring is a great time to enjoy the shade of a mighty oak!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Just Checking

I told Self-Reliant Man that I realized that he has been very busy these days, but that I was wondering if he was still reading the Bible every day.
He assured me he was.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

From Russia of all places

I caught this article over the weekend. I found the article to be extremely ironic, and it was definitely interesting to see at least one Russian columnist's perception of American culture, churches, and education. At the same time, the article makes you want to cry.

A few months ago, a local TV news anchor was grilled for mentioning the "M word" to then Sen. Bid*n in an interview. Talk was that she had put her career in jeopardy for even bringing up the subject. What are the critics thinking now?

(Please excuse me for the photos that accompany articles on the Pravda website. Just another glimpse at post soviet culture, I suppose.)


http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/columnists/107459-0/

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Money Well Spent

We have a chore chart system in our family, except we use the term "responsibilities" rather than "chores" because "chores" sounds so, um, like drudgery, whereas "responsibilities" seems more positive and indicative of their true significance and meaning.

We don't have an allowance for our children except as rewards are tied to the responsibility chart. So each day, each child can earn upwards of 10 or 20 tokens through this system. The tokens can be traded in for special treats, and collecting enough of them can result in bigger "prizes", or batches of 50 tokens can be exchanged for 50 cents.

It was in this way that Little Son earned several dollars. Baby Girl earns money, too, but not as rapidly, although she is a better saver than her brother. Both children spent some of their hard earned money on fun noodles for the swimming pool. And Little Son bought himself a canoe that he had his eye on for two years since we saw it in a pool store.

Now a typical afternoon at the poolside is something like this. Violin Mom sits in her comfortable anti-gravity chair when she is not actually in the water interacting with the children.
Baby Girl likes to sit in her fun noodle.
Little Son like to paddle his canoe.
The children agree that it has been money well spent!

Puppies

Baby Girl loves to play with her stuffed puppies. So one day, I happened to glance over at the quilt rack in my bedroom, and here is what I found:

Bathtub Inspiration

This week, Little Son received an assignment to write a multi-paragraph composition on a factual topic. Of the choices he was given, he chose to write about Julius Caesar. So after I cut him loose to create a word web and write a first draft, he disappeared into another room of the house for some time.

Several minutes later, I wondered where he had gone when I didn't find him in his bedroom. He was, rather, in the bathtub writing away.


It appeared that there was much inspiration to be derived from the bathtub, for when all was said and done, here were the results:

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar was born in 100 B.C. When he was a young man, he was sent to fight pirates, who were stealing gold from romen ships. While he was fighting, he was taken prisoner by them. The only way to get free was if Rome would send a large sum of money.

When the money arrived, Caesar was released, he came back with a fleet of ships and took the pirates prisoners and had them put to death on the cross. Because of his bravery, he was given an army and he was made general. Rome was ruling a lot of the world and two countries, Gaul and Spain. Caesar traveled to those countries and conquered them. Pompey, a friend of his, was jealous of him because of his power. He went to the romen senate and told them about his problem. The senate said they would make Caesar come back to Rome without his army. Caesar come to Rome, but with his army! He crossed a river, the Rubicon, and took Rome itself! Some people wanted to make him a king, but others thought that he already had to much power.

Those people plotted to kill him and so when he went to the romen senate for a meeting, they attacked him. One of his friends, Brutus, was among the killers, and when Caesar saw him strike at him, he cried: Et tu Brute! (and thou Brutus!), gave up and died. That was in 44 B.C.

Since then, one of his assignments was to present an oral presentation of the composition using note cards and looking at the audience instead of reading. We had fun capturing that on video and watching it. Little Son will make a good public speaker, perhaps!

Fruits of My Labor

I am very pleased with the richness of Calvert's Fourth Grade curriculum. It has far exceeded my expectations. I already had great expectations about history because of the book, A Child's History of the World by Virgil Hillyer, but I was in for a few more pleasant surprises.First of all, although I went to a decent public school in New Jersey as a child, I certainly did not get the exposure to the classics (or writings derived from the classics) that Little Son is getting. This year, he is not only getting all the math and science, critical thinking, phonics, and computer lessons he needs, but he is getting a wonderful integration of world history, geography, and literature that enriches and supports the world history he is learning. I had no idea what rich reading material Calvert offered; in fact, I couldn't tell from the catalog what wonderful readers that Mighty Men by Eleanor Farjeon, Famous Legends by Emeline G. Crommelin, and Tales from Far and Near and Tales of Long Ago edited by Arthur Guy Terry, are. They are fantastic! When I was in elementary school, there was no way that I knew anything about such figures as Romulus and Remus, Alexander the Great, King Arthur, Alfred the Great, William Tell, Dick Whittington, Joan of Arc, Napoleon, the Iliad and the Odyssey, Hannibal's elephant army, Beowulf, Attila the Hun, Marcus Aurelius, Charlemagne, the Cid, and the list goes on. Most of them I never encountered until high school, if even then! But now at the age of nine, Little Son is installing those memory hooks in his mind to help organize his future knowledge of world history, so that he can place people and events where they belong. We also have a history timeline that is getting jam packed with events. All I can say is that I am just thrilled with the results of our efforts this year. It just keeps getting better and better, this parenting and home education journey!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Our Memorial Day Weekend

How did you spend your Memorial Day weekend? We spent ours mostly at home in remote ends of the house. I spent much of the time finishing up Baby Girl's bedroom, and Self-Reliant Man spent most of the time in the garage, at the opposite far end of the house from Baby Girl's bedroom. Both children helped us well with our respective projects. (as an aside, Little Son is gaining some valuable first hand experience in engine rebuilding, as you will see.)

I will show you the results from both locations, and then you can vote for which venue is most attractive.

The voting choices are:

Choice A: Baby Girl's bedroom

Choice B: the garage.

Feel free to click on any photo to view a larger version so as to assist you with your vote.

Area #1, Baby Girl's Bedroom

These pictures have been taken from the four corners of the room. All of the new, lovely RTA furniture has been finished, and some of the old pieces are still in the room. This is definitely the cheeriest room of the house, now, but I know, I am not supposed to influence your vote.

these photos..
are pretty self-explanatory..
and do not require..
captions.


And now, Area #51, The Garage

This is an exclusive sneak peak into the inner sanctum, the holy of holies, the place where angels fear to tread. And now, for the first time in the blogosphere, I show you...




... the inside of our garage!!!




Now don't forget, Self-Reliant Man has been working hard here since November rebuilding the engine of our vintage 1948 Ford 8N tractor. Despite the impression that you will gain from a cursory glance of these photos, this project is nearing its completion! (but hold the hallelujah chorus just yet). And now, without much ado, the photos please.


The first overwhelming impression as you enter the room. The bright red object at left is the engine, just about completely reassembled from scratch minus a few steps.

Alas, but it doth pain my heart to behold a tractor shorn. (isn't that Shakespeare or something?)

The engine has been freshly spray painted its original fire engine red.
Isn't she lovely?
The "small" wheels kind of dwarf our Sears mower, do they not?
And now a final parting view. Be still my trembling heart. The sight kind of makes you want to run as far and as fast as your legs will carry you, does it not? But I know, I am not supposed to influence your vote.

Vote well. Vote wisely. Vote often. Vote now!

Friday, May 22, 2009

When you don't want to....

..... disturb the momentum you have built up in your lesson day so far.....




so you administer that spelling test from the throne......



calling out the words across the hallway.......



You definitely know you're a homeschool Mom!

Ducks in Raincoats!

This is what I am expecting to see out my window at any moment:


We've been having quite a week here. Our local weather station has reported nearly 13 inches of rain since Monday, more than we had with Tropical Storm Fay last summer.

Every day looks like this:

Every evening looks like this:

It is expected to continue for a day or two more.

Creepy

Did anybody catch this story this week? Apparently, there was a visit to the WH for this winning basketball team to meet with the Prez. Which is normal, except apparently it is not normal for the mainstream press to be excluded and for a White House controlled and prepared media release be the only coverage allowed for this event.

I just have a real problem with information control, no matter who it is coming from, but especially so in this case.

I think it is very creepy. I mean, scary, and it appears many of the commenters have picked up on its significance even if ABC itself doesn't appear to.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A Week of Milestones

This week marked the conclusion of three activities for the children.

First was the final meeting for the year of the phys. ed. program we participate in, called Christian Homeschoolers Athletic Association "Saints". There was an entire year of introducing the children to various sports and forms of recreation, as well as the Presid*ntial Physic*l Fitn*ss Challenge. Nope, neither child got the Presid*ntial Phys. Fit. Award, but they both met the criteria for the National Phys. Fit. Award, so they were happy about that. Part of the requirements were for Baby Girl to run a timed quarter mile, and for Little Son to run a timed half mile. We parents were invited to stay and watch the challenge. Boy, did this bring back memories of my school P.E. days (but we won't go there!)

This week also concluded another year of AWANA. Baby Girl is shown here with her ribbon and certificate. She completed the first Sparks book.


Here, Little Son is shown with his ribbon and certificate for completing Book One for Truth and Training (T&T).


But I think he was most excited about the gift cards he received for Plan*t Smo*thie and Brust*r's ice cream. They were awarded for his participation in the Bible Quiz this year, and for near-perfect attendance (29 weeks out of 30). You can see him returning to his seat with a broad grin, for he is holding a great treasure in his hand!

Saturday was the end of year graduation recital for our local Suzuki school. Here, Baby Girl is showing her Bach Award and her Book One Trophy. She looks so grown up to me in this photo!

When the recital was over, the children posed for pictures, some of which I cannot show here (I will not post other folks' children's photos on my blog if I can help it). But here is my favorite picture, of both children and their beloved teacher, Miss. S. She is living proof that the "strictest" teachers can also be the most cherished.

As for the recital itself, it was a wonderful experience and memory for us parents. Baby Girl had one solo, and Little Son had three performances, including a duet with Miss S. and a piece with the boys' chamber piano trio. The total performance time for our kids was over 15 minutes, so I have elected not to upload it to Yout*be or any place like that for now, due to the long duration, my slower connection speed, and out of respect for Little Son's co-performers.

However, if any of my readers would like to receive a copy of the DVD, send me an email. I do have a few copies to mail out. My email address is billberna @ bellsouth . net . The children played very, very well. We were happy, and their teachers were happy, too.

Is violin "over" for the summer? No, that never happens. We will continue to take private lessons with Miss S. throughout most of the summer. We have gotten somewhat addicted to one another, and neither party is able to go for more than a couple of weeks without meeting for lessons!

Can any of you violin moms out there relate?

Friday, May 15, 2009

Graduation Recital Tomorrow

I am pretty excited about the upcoming recital tomorrow afternoon. This "end of year" recital is always a great big pick-me-up for all of us. Our children will be big participants this year, too. This marks the conclusion of 3 years of violin study for Baby Girl and 6 years of violin study for Little Son! Here is the lineup.

Baby Girl: will be graduating from Suzuki Book 1. She will get a trophy for this and she will also receive the "Bach Award" that our local Suzuki school gives to students who have mastered three Bach minuets in book 1.

Tomorrow she will be performing Handel's Chorus from "Judas Maccabaeus".

Little Son: will be graduating from Suzuki Book 4 and will receive a trophy.

He will be performing three times tomorrow, as follows..

1. His solo will be Papini's Theme and Variations, a piece he played in two competitions this year, taking a first place ($50) award in one of them. It is a lovely piece, and I love to hear him play it.

2. He will perform with the piano chamber trio of three boys, ages 9 (violin), 10 (cello), and 11 (piano). They will perform Allegro from Klengel's Kindertrio in G, op. 35, no. 2. They took first place statewide for this performance in early May.

3. This is the performance I am most excited about. Little Son will perform a duet with his teacher, Miss S. Together they will play Bach's Concerto for Two Violins, 1st. mvt. They have played great together in practice, and it will be such fun to hear and see them tomorrow.


I am so looking forward to this! Let us hope that our nine year old video camera is cooperative, and if it isn't , let us hope that I don't sweat it, and simply enjoy the performance.

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Glory of God

This evening, right after supper.

LITTLE SON: Mommy, look at that sunset. It's so beautiful!

VIOLIN MOM: Yes, that is quite a sun. Let me get my camera and get a quick picture.

LITTLE SON: How can anybody see that and not believe in God?
Humankind truly has no excuse.

Baby Girl's New Bedroom

With this post, I am unveiling our latest home improvement. Baby Girl finally graduated to big girl furniture! We completed the bed and headboard, nightstand, and desk. There is still a dresser to be assembled, when we get around to it. Her room is looking great now!I taught Baby Girl how to make her bed as part of her morning responsibilities. She is quite proud of her efforts here.
Here she is retiring for the night. This was before we added the standard size pillow.
Then we add the last ingredient... Bear Blanket. Life is good now!

My Jewels

We are really enjoying learning world history using A Child's History of the World, a Calvert School exclusive. Today, we were learning about ancient Rome, and there was a sweet story about Cornelia Graccha, the daughter of Scipio who had conquered Hannibal's elephant army in the Punic War. The story goes that Cornelia was the proud and happy mother of two sons. She was also, undoubtedly, one of the wealthy elite of Rome. One day, a very rich Roman woman was visiting Cornelia and showing off all her rings and necklaces and other valuable ornaments, of which she had a great many and was very proud.

When she had shown off all she had, she asked to see Cornelia's jewels. Cornelia called to her two sons, who were playing outside, and when they came in to their mother she put her arms around them and said: These are my jewels."

You see, Cornelia knew where true wealth lay. And when her sons grew up, living as they did in wealth all their lives, they remembered the values passed on to them by their mother. They saw the huge difference between the rich and the poor in Rome and did all they could to help improve the lot of the poor of Rome. They met with some success in improving the lives of the poor, but their activities resulted in their being murdered by those who didn't agree with them.

Let me share with you some of the recent activities of my jewels, Little Son and Baby Girl.The cake is expertly decorated by Little Son, and it reads "Mommy, we love you". Part of the message is in white icing. Baby Girl added the all important "Birthday Girl" ribbon.Baby Girl, as you know, likes to wrap up items from around the house and present them as "gifts" for birthdays and for Christmas. She presented me with four birthday letters and a wrapped up snow globe. They were the best letters ever! Unedited:

Dear Momm Happy Happy birthday to you
I'm glad that It's your birthday!!
Love Baby Girl

Dear Mommy I Love you a lot on your birth day
hope you have fun with your New stuff. Love Baby Girl

Dear Mommy Happy birthday
I hope you will Have a fun day on your birthday
I think it will turn out to be a fun day. Love Baby Girl

Dear Mommy it is fun on your birthday I like birthday
Love Baby Girl

Can't quite make out the color of them, but I also received beautiful roses from Little Son on my birthday. He bought them with his own money.

These are my jewels!

Weekend Update

Thank you to all of you who offered comments and support about my rant over the weekend about technology and how it steals our time. We made it through the weekend, and so did our pool plumbing and chlorinator, although we will still need to get better fittings for permanent use.

After church, Self-Reliant Man suggested we go out to lunch to celebrate Mother's Day, especially as there had been no time for any type of Mother's Day shopping or preparation of any sort (except for the cute crafts the children made for me in Sunday School). So we went out for Bar-B-Q, and headed home afterward. And yes, I did get a precious hour of sitting and reading, which is all I wanted for Mother's Day.

I received an Anti-Gravity chair for my birthday, which was Friday. This is a type of chair that is popular among RVers, with good reason. It is so comfortable! So I had an afternoon of cleaning the pool up a little, and then sitting in the breezeway (until it got too hot) on my new chair with my new copy of Creation and the Cosmos by Dr. Hugh Ross of Reasons to Believe. It only lasted about an hour, and I dozed part of the time, but it was a real luxury and it was great! The children played in the yard, running around in the heat and humidity. And Self-Reliant Man..... well, he actually managed to slowly and methodically tap four pistons into the engine block of the tractor.

So there was ultimate redemption this weekend, for which I am grateful!

To answer my bloggy friend ,Paula, in California, yes, you are correct. When we moved to the country, almost five years ago, we did have visions of simplicity dancing in our heads. The problem is though, that all this time later, we are still trying to get the property to the point where it should have been when we moved in. There were some unreported issues with the house, and the previous homeowner sold us his farm tractor for $2000 while failing to report that he had real problems running it sometimes. In fact, after we moved in, one of our neighbors (the squirrel killing one) told us that they had to "pull start" the tractor before selling it to us (i.e. pull it with a truck while starting it due to severe lack of compression in the engine). This was a sign of a very worn out engine. So we struggled with it for five summers, with lack of power and difficulty starting. My husband figured out how to electrically simulate the "pull start" using two batteries and some wire jumpers, and starting the tractor could take 10 minutes, or it could take hours ~~~ you never knew which it would be. So it was this past Fall that my husband finally reasoned that it was time to completely rebuild the engine, a monumental, but necessary task. That was about 7 months ago, and it has been hard work. Though much is done, we are not out of the woods yet, because there are some critical steps to come.

Another thing. Three weeks after we moved into this house a hurricane hit us, and we had damage to our house and barn. That was an undertaking, too, getting that all fixed up (by ourselves) and the result of the stress of the move and the hurricane aftermath (there were three hurricanes here that summer) was that yours truly, Violin Mom herself, developed a case of shingles.

So our move to the country has been a mixed blessing. There are many times when I am thrilled to be here. And yet, it has been full of challenges for all of us at times.

Only in the Country

Our sweet chocolate lab, Beau, is getting older. As such, he is getting a mind of his own, not caring quite so much about what folks think of him, like some older human adults do sometimes.

So he has taken to pooping wherever he pleases, and he pleases to poop mostly inside the house. Where we live, he can run freely throughout our fenced property, but he has changed his ways, and instead of roaming and doing his business in our yard, he sits on the porch until we let him inside, and then he decides to poop in our family room. So I decided I need to help him reset his poop-clock, so to speak, and walk him by leash around the property every morning to encourage some action before coming back into the house.

This was one such morning, and I was wandering around the property with Beau on his leash, when all of a sudden I heard my neighbor's voice: "A leash?!?!?".

My explanation: "I'm trying to get Beau back on a schedule, so that he poops outside and doesn't wait until later to poop in the house". Then I looked up at her, and noticed she was standing in her yard holding a gun. Not sure what kind... a rifle? shotgun? pellet gun? Who knows.

So she volunteers, without my asking, in the way of explanation: "I'm trying to get this squirrel. He keeps getting in my garden!"

"Oh. I see...."

Only in the country can a dog leash be considered a curiosity by one's neighbor, especially one standing in her yard holding a gun.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Forever on the Learning Curve, I'm Afraid

WARNING: You might want to skip this post. It is full of my raw feelings and rants over trivial everyday annoyances. But if I can't write it on my own blog, where can I write it?

It was a frustrating day today. No, nothing really serious. Just frustrating.

We came into this weekend thankful to have a Saturday that could be dedicated, finally, to working on the tractor. After all, we have had conflicts on many weekends, ruling out many precious Saturdays. Next Saturday there is the graduation recital, so we really had to make today count. Yes, today was to be the day.

And then the pool pump finally crashed and burned. We thought it was coming, and sure enough, it happened. It happened yesterday (on my birthday). The temperatures have been in the 90s, and well, this is one of those problems you've got to address right away, you know what I mean?

Yes, it is an aboveground pool, and we thought we had found a good deal on a brand name replacement pump, but when we tried to install it this morning, lo and behold, none of the existing pipe fittings mated up with the pump.

So we spent most of the day running from store to store trying to find the correct fittings. Two pool stores and two home improvement stores. Are the threads standard or proprietary? Ask ten store clerks and get ten different answers. Then, when some fittings didn't work out, we had to hit yet another home improvement store. We finally thought we found a workable solution, and sure enough, by evening, we had the new pump running, ..... sort of. Looks like the outlet side, the high pressure side, may not be secure enough. We're going to have to babysit this baby for the rest of the weekend, to make sure it doesn't blow a pipe. And it looks like the salt chlorinator isn't working right now, but it might be because I accidentally left the hose running too long and maybe now the salt concentration is too low? But we did add two sacks of salt today. Could the salt levels still be too low, or is the salt cell not working with the new pump? Don't want to have to buy, and install, another salt cell now!

We are not sure tonight that we really solved the pool problem. Tomorrow we are going to have to find better fittings, buy a few more sacks of salt, and see if things resolve themselves. We may need some bleach, too, in case they don't.

And we never did get to work on the tractor yet. The grass is getting taller.

All this to say that my frustration is with the fact that somehow we have yoked ourselves together with too many gadgets. Life was so easy in the suburbs, where everybody paid a professional to look after their yards and pools. Now we are in the country, and when something breaks down, we fix it ourselves.

Yup.

And I really didn't think we owned that much "stuff". At least we never intended to. But our weekends are somehow at the mercy of the refrigerator, the microwave, the pool and all its destined to fail components, the TRACTOR, the well, the water filter, the computer (worst of all!), the gate opener, the cars, the tires, and who knows what next? As I told a friend the other day, somehow I don't believe the Lord intended us to spend so much time chasing down these things. Self-Reliant Man is going to get fed up with being self-reliant one of these days. And I can't say I blame him. He must go to the office through the week to RELAX.

So I am afraid that in life, we are forever and always on that learning curve. Always something new to learn, like it or not. Frustrated with ourselves for somehow getting married to all this technology, for better or for worse, in good times and bad, for richer for poorer. Wondering how bad it is going to be by the time we are both elderly. How will we cope with companies that sucker their customers into proprietary dependence on them in failure, with user "unfriendly" websites and toll-free numbers where it takes five minutes to speak to a human being (only if you call Monday through Friday between 10 and 4:30), and with store clerks that are not able or interested in helping us with our problem unless we are interesting in buying a big ticket item?

One thing I can say is that it was a good thing I had a decent quiet time this morning, or else I might have blown some plumbing of my own.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

A Labor of Love

That's what I call this annual pilgrimage to a certain city within our state for musical competitions. Truly, Little Son did not go home empty-handed, thanks to his involvement with a piano chamber trio. As there were 1400 participants this weekend, I would guess on average that 1 in 10 took home a trophy. Anyway, I have to say that the experience continues to be an intense, exhausting, grueling, emotional, and often discouraging one (for most kids and their families). At present, we do not know all the results but we do know that Little Son's chamber trio emerged as the winner in their category. Little Son did not place at all in his solo competition, although he played his piece flawlessly and all the other participants were about 4 or more years older than he was (one "boy" sported a mustache). As for the concerto competition, we do not yet know the results, but we would be extremely surprised if our son placed, because there were many incredible violinists in that competition, 23 participants overall. Nevertheless, he did play his piece with excellence. He really can pull it together when he needs to.
Here are the children after the award ceremony holding up the trophy.

And Violin Mom discovered that she simply just cannot sleep in a hotel bed anymore. I had a miserable long night, and that didn't help matters. I am much better off sleeping in the camper van!

When these competitions are over, then parental wisdom needs to kick into high gear, as we discuss with Little Son the value of these types of experiences, how much having a specific interim goal enables him to improve his skills, and what the Lord is teaching him through these experiences. One thing he did keep in mind was that before he began to perform each piece, he reminded himself that the purpose of the performance was to glorify God. He reminded me afterward that this was on his mind.

He certainly learned what is important this weekend.

My New Favorite Photo


Thursday (April 30th) was the first swimming day of the season for our pool. The children donned their new swimsuits and posed for this photo.

It was funny, because when it was time to shoot, they spontaneously giggled and said "We're married!" and posed as shown. It is a blessed thing that they associate sweet affection with their view of marriage.

As for the swimsuits, I have high praises for T*rget, of all places. They had these swimsuits this season. I was particularly happy to discover Baby Girl's suit, in the girl's department. It covers her up so nicely and fits great. Little Son liked the plaid a lot. "No gimmicks, just plaid" was his comment.

This photo definitely ranks up in the top five of all the pictures I have of my children!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

It's That Time of the Year Again!

This Friday, we will travel three hours to the state competition for our state Federation of Music Clubs. Little Son will be competing in three events this year: Violin Solo (Elementary level 3); Violin Concerto (Level 1-B) and Piano Chamber Trio (Medium level). This is an event for which he has practiced and worked very hard. It will include a single night stay in a local hotel, so it is something of a big deal for us.

Two weeks later, the children will participate in the end of year graduation recital for our local music school. Baby Girl will be playing "Judas Maccabaeus Chorus" and Little Son will do Bach's "Concerto for Two Violins, 1st mvmt." with his teacher, Miss S. Baby Girl will be receiving the "Bach Award" for completing three Bach minuets, and the Suzuki Book 1 trophy for completing that challenging book of 17 pieces. Little Son will be receiving the Suzuki Book 4 trophy. I truly cannot believe we have completed six (6) years of violin!! I never dreamed we could be committed to an activity for such a long time. (I only have 12 years to go - ha ha ha!)

This past Friday evening, they performed for a benefit dinner for a local charity. They did fine, and were happy to eat all the refreshments that were provided for them. After all, isn't that what it is all about?

Tomorrow, our homeschool group will arrive at our homestead en masse for a morning of science experiments. Hopefully there will be no explosions.

As for Calvert, Baby Girl is up to First Grade lesson 73, and Little Son is up to Fourth Grade lesson 53. That will go on all through the summer. We actually get much more school done during the summer than we do when all the activities are in full force during the "traditional" school year. After all, it is too hot in the summer to do anything else, except swim.

That's what's new with us. Hopefully the dust will settle soon! We will have earned it.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Generational Differences

I have had this post sitting somewhere in my brain for months now, and this article in the New York Times about frugality reminded me about it again. So perhaps this is the day to set it down in ink (or rather, black and white dots on my terminal).

Despite my outward appearance, I am as old-fashioned as they come. Yes, that is a photo of my mom and me taken 20 years ago, at Ocean City, Maryland. It was the last vacation we took while my mom was alive. My mom passed away in 1991, and my dad passed away in 2005.

The family in which I grew up was different than most in that my parents were much older than most when they finally had children. They were around 40+ when they became parents; it is because they adopted three children domestically at a time when wait times to do so were already dragging on into years. They were, in fact, married 12 years before the first baby arrived, and didn't complete their family until after 18 years of marriage.

Now Self-Reliant Man and I kind of did the same thing, although this isn't exactly something you do by choice. We didn't meet each other until I was in my early 30s; then after marriage didn't come to the point of becoming adoptive parents until I (at least) was the same age that my mother was when she became a mom. Yes, the same age... to the month. Then I was the same age again as my mother, to the month, when Baby Girl came along. What are the chances?

All this to say that in my family, the generations are spread out much more than in most families. Which wouldn't seem to be such a big deal, except for the fact that it occurred during the 20th century, a time of swift cultural change in America. In so many ways, I have always felt my own family to be out of step with the mainstream, a situation that pained me greatly as a kid. Now as an adult, the same situation gives me a feeling of privilege as well as loss.

My husband's family, not so. Everyone in his side of the family had their babies in their mid-20s, and he is 4 years younger than me, too. So some of the differences between his family and mine highlight those things that make my own family different from most. My parents were approximately the same age as my husband's grandparents.

Despite only being in my 40s, I am a direct child of the World War 2 generation. I feel privileged because of this. I also feel that it has had a dramatic effect on my view of the world. My parents grew up with a popular culture that bears little resemblance to that of today. No kidding!

In addition, my parents knew hardships that are foreign to my experience, and that of just about anybody I know. My mom grew up in a broken household on the eve of the Great Depression. Her father divorced her mother when she was 4 years old, and her little sister was 2. Somehow he set up my grandmother to create the appearance of her having been unfaithful to him, when in fact it was the other way around. My mother's mother then went to work as a seamstress in a sweatshop where emotions ran high at times, and ladies were known to stab each other with scissors. My mother was poor before and during the Depression. She stood on relief lines for food staples. She had very few items of clothing to wear to school, yet she knew how to make herself look good and was voted "best dressed" by her classmates (see if that could happen today!) She always had a broad smile and was very popular. She was also a talented singer, and had things been different, she had enough talent to launch a lucrative singing career.

My dad grew up in a more economically comfortable setting than my mother. His life was more sheltered as a kid, but all that changed after he was drafted and served in General Patton's army in World War 2. He eventually became a sergeant and worked in criminal investigation in the European [military] theater. He ended up being drafted again during the Korean War, after being married to my mom for just a few years. In total, he served 11 years in the army before entering a business career after the wars.

Growing up, nobody in my peer group had parents the same age as mine. Their parents were usually more than 12 years younger than mine, and that made all the difference in the world. There was a huge difference, I found, between adults born in the early 1920s, and those born in the late 30s, 40s, or later. Our world had changed so much. America had changed so much. The culture of people had changed so much. And the fact that my brothers and I were growing up in the 1960s and 70s......... well, that presented certain challenges to my folks that they couldn't have foreseen in their wildest imagination. They were blindsided by the changes and challenges of our generation.

I have heard it said that the World War 2 generation was the "greatest generation" that ever lived. While that is most certainly hyperbole, I do truly appreciate what is meant by that label. There was something special about that generation that is unmatched by any later generation, in my eyes.

Now how can I say this tactfully, without seeming to look down on younger people (I'm including myself, of course)?

Why was that generation so special? What were the qualities that set those people apart in my mind? I know some of it was just the way my parents were, but there was a certain goodness in the people of that time, a certain lack of self-centered interest, a simplicity of life, a contentedness, a wisdom, a lack of obsession with wealth and possessions, that characterized such people. It was evident in my parents, and also in my husband's grandparents. I don't generally see the same ingredients in the older folks I know today (those in their 60s and 70s), whose lives have turned out so differently than their predecessors. Of course, there are exceptions.

Since I was a child, I have always sought out elderly people to befriend. It began with my being best friends with my great Aunt Anna, a woman who was eighty years my senior! But there was always a special ingredient, a certain warmth, and willingness to share smiles and kind words that exuded from elderly people that I talked to. I do remember this.

But now something has changed. I don't get the same reception when I look over and smile at older folks. I don't get the same reaction to my friendly comments. The same comments that used to end up in quality conversation between older folks and myself.... well, they are received more coolly today. These people are more interested in their own agendas now. These are the same elderly folks who are healthier, living longer, and are more well off than those of the past. They are busier, often having to look after their grandchildren more. They are taking more extravagant vacations; they have bigger motor homes. They own condos at the beach and in the mountains. But something isn't the same, and I don't know how else to express it. Maybe some of my readers can help me out.

Anyway, I miss the World War 2 generation very much. I miss their special qualities. I feel that we and our modern culture are much poorer without these people around.

I will close this post with photos of my parents in their heyday.





Here is my mother in her early 20s, some time in the mid1940s.



















This is my mom when she was 18 years old, a typical teenage girl. Looks like a typical 18 year old of today, does she not?

















This is my mom with my Great Aunt Anna, who was born in 1883. She was even older then. By the time she and I were friends, she was in her 80s and 90s. We had so much fun together, once a week. She'd let me comb her hair, paint her nails, and she would participate in any craft or art activity that I had planned for that evening. She was a gentle soul.





This is my dad in his football uniform.














Dad during his tour of France. Too bad there was combat going on at the time. It would have been a splendid vacation.


















Another cherished photo of him in uniform.














My mom is sitting there in front on the right. They played the music, and she sang for the audience. She wasn't even 20 yet. She did sing professionally for awhile. This was the "pop music" of her day. How greatly things have changed!







I suppose I am just a hopeless traditionalist, or at least decades behind my time.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

On Penmanship


Little Son is in the middle of his fourth grade course with Calvert School. As such, he learned to write cursive using Calvert Script beginning with the mid point of first grade. He learned it with no resistance or problems at the time. This form of script is strictly efficient and practical, with no real finesse. There are no loops or flourishes to speak of. Everything is vertical, highly legible, and using the minimum quantity of strokes or lifts of the pencil to accomplish the job. Block letters are used for capitals. It isn't the prettiest, but it does accomplish the job. In this image at right, the traditional Zaner-Bloser, that I learned as a child is at the top, and Calvert script is on the bottom. See the huge difference?





So imagine my surprise when Little Son announced that he wanted to learn a more traditional style of cursive. He noticed some of his friends who learned to write with Zaner-Bloser and decided that he liked the way it looks.

This caused me to recall the penmanship of my mother (born 1922), my grandmother (born 1897), my great aunt Anna, who was my best friend as a young child (born 1883!!) and especially my other aunt, Helen, who I suppose was born around 1912. Aunt Helen had the most impressive penmanship of all, even into her very elderly years. She always chose a very fine tipped ball point pen for all her correspondence. We always admired her writing.


I did some research and discovered that my mother undoubtedly was taught the Palmer method of penmanship (sample at right -- not my mother's actual handwriting, though). She later went on to develop fine skills in Gregg and Pittman shorthand.


My aunt Helen, however, may have been taught Spencerian script, or a variation of it. She had the most perfectly formed letters of any adult I knew, and the capitals had such beautiful flourishes that dipped below the line or leaped above the line. Unfortunately, she has passed away now, and I don't think I saved a single sample of her writing. An I shortsighted or what?


So Little Son and I decided, after looking at online samples, to study Spencerian penmanship for fun. I would very much like to improve my handwriting, and this is certainly an inexpensive hobby. So we are investing in this set of books: Theory of Spencerian Penmanship with five copybooks.


We figured, this is the penmanship that Laura and Mary [Ingalls] would have learned. Wouldn't it be neat to be able to write that way today?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Goings on at Our Place

A lot of things have been going on at Mighty Oak Country School lately, therefore partially explaining my relative quietness on this blog.

First of all, I put up a new header photo of our mighty oak. It looks better than the old one did, doesn't it?

Saturday, Little Son participated in a Bible Quiz team from our local AWANA club. We had to travel to the Big City for this event, and there were eight teams in all. Little Son's team came in sixth place, but I have to say that they had a good time. A bonus was the special Ch*ck Fil-A lunch afterward! My favorite memorable moment was when a question was asked such as: "Which scripture verse teaches that God is true?" followed by three possible references. A, B, or C. (multiple choice question). Well, our precious Bible Quiz team held up their agreed-upon answer and it read "false". We moms had a lot of smiles over that one.

One of my frustrations this winter/spring season has been the length of time it has been taking for Self-Reliant Man to rebuild our tractor's engine. Yes, I am sure you are shaking your head, saying "is she still complaining about that?" It is not so much that Self-Reliant Man is incapable; quite the opposite is true... he is, in fact, very resourceful and self-reliant (grin) but the truth is that we are not exactly the kind of folks that have a lot of time on our hands for working on such a large project. Anyway, Sunday evening seemed rather glum around here as we reflected on our failed attempt to press cylinder sleeves into the engine block by cool shrinking them with 14 pounds of dry ice. A lot of money was spent on this ice, and all for naught.

Or, maybe not?

We sure did get a lot of entertainment from a cooler full of dry ice! That is some pretty amazing stuff.


The wonder of carbon dioxide in solid form.













Self-Reliant Man stirring up the cauldron.












So much fun. This stuff just doesn't melt!














Little Son received Mouse Trap for his ninth birthday, and we had a good time playing it together. It is a game I had as a child.











Little Son loves God's creation, and one evening as we were practicing violin indoors, he remarked on the unearthly orange glow outside the windows from a striking sunset. We hurried outside to appreciate it better. It really was beautiful. Little Son and Baby Girl called it "the glory of God".





















We are always trying to capture photos of nature to send in to R*nger Rick magazine. Here is a close up of a lily outside our house.










One more thing. The children are really into writing notes... to their friends, to each other, to us parents. Here is a note I found in our school room just the other day, from Baby Girl to her big brother.

Little Son wrote notes on heart shaped paper for us, too. We found them on our bed, on each side, as we were going to sleep last night. One read: "Dear Mommy, I love you. Good mothers can get rare now! Love, Little Son". The other one said: "To Daddy. I love you. The Dad I love is you."


Definitely gives you a reason to smile as you drift off for the night. This is what being a parent is all about, right?

There are days when...

... you just need some renewal of spirit.

This morning's prayer from Baby Girl went something like this:

Dear God, please help my teacher, mommy, not drop school, and keep teaching me. Please help her like what she has to do. Amen.

Not that I have ever talked about "dropping school", but she is aware that it is a big commitment for me.

Certainly, a prayer like that one can do much to renew my spirit!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

A Blessed Resurrection Sunday

We wish a blessed Resurrection Sunday to one and all!

Христос Воскресе! Поистине, Он воскрес!

which is Russian for "Christ is Risen! Truly, He is risen!"

I had a close friend from my college days, Diane, my roommate of two years, who has since passed away under very tragic circumstances. I remember well how she cherished the rituals of Easter within her Russian Orthodox tradition. For many days after Easter, the Orthodox greet one another with the above greeting.

The Vietnamese would say: Kitô là tăng! Thật sự, ông là tăng!

Those in South Korea would say: 그리스도 상승이다! 진정으로, 그가 상승이다!

And in French: Christ est ressuscité! Vraiment, il est ressuscité!

The Resurrection of Jesus Christ brings joy in any language.

Here are some highlight photos of our family's Easter this weekend.


We began on Saturday by decorating hard-cooked eggs.













Easter service was very early this morning and we had to leave home by 7:15. But it was not so early that the baskets weren't already discovered and taken apart.
















Five acres make for the best, and the most challenging, Easter Egg hunts. Little Son carries along a butterfly net.... just in case he sees one along the way.











Baby Girl scarcely needs my help anymore to find eggs.













Checking out the loot afterward. The Golden Egg had a dollar tucked within!












Baby Girl found two Golden Eggs in the yard, but she passed one on to her brother so he would have one, too.









We finished up by enjoying matzos, hot cross buns, coffee, and Resurrection Eggs and scripture reading, while seated as a family at the breezeway table. It was a very beautiful, breezy Resurrection Sunday morning!

Who Would Have Thought.......


....... that we would have had frost




..........................in April




...........................in Florida!



But last week, with that incredible cold snap, we did. So the children's small vegetable garden has been failing. I guess they will have to replant.


The carrots are doing okay, though.

Halfway to Adulthood

Yesterday we celebrated another birthday in our family. Little Son turned nine years old. All I could think of is that another nine years will make him 18, and headed off to college.

He had a pleasant day, and he was very happy with his gifts. He received plenty of clothing, a swimsuit and rash guard, super big water gun, a kite, another butterfly net (his third -- he really works them hard!), a wristwatch, Mouse Trap game, an R/C hovercraft, fisherman's sandals (he specifically wanted fisherman sandals!), and many sweet notes and messages from his little sister. We also ordered him a new Bible, but it hasn't arrived yet.

Baby Girl, you will remember, emphatically adores her big brother. On Friday, she told me that she was so excited for his birthday to arrive. Just imagine: his birthday! She has taken on the tradition of wrapping up various belongings of her own in her own specialty homemade wrapping paper and presenting them to him as gifts. Hey - who need to go shopping to give birthday presents? She must have wrapped up 6 packages in this fashion, and included three different happy birthday letters. It was so cute.

I cannot believe he is nine. That age seems so big to me. He is an absolutely delightful boy. In God's grace, may the second nine years be as wonderful as the first.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I got this email today...

...it was from a dear friend. She had passed on an email received from another lady (a stranger to me) that read:

Did you hear our President declare Tuesday that we are not a Christian country? Take a look at News week magazine. They have an article in todays issue “End of Christian America”. www.newsweek.com .

I don’t even know what to say.



So I decided to read it and see the reason for her relative speechlessness. My initial reaction was...

Did this lady read the article? Or was she just put off by its attention-getting title?
I read the article carefully, and found nothing offensive in it. In fact, coming as it did from Newsweek, I thought it was pretty well written. Nothing should come as a surprise to those of us who call ourselves Christians. The anti-Christian intellectualism of the 19th century eventually found its way into all branches of mainstream culture, and the ensuing cultural and moral shift should come as no surprise.
I think Christians should read the article thoughtfully, and consider whether Christ's desires for His church have been the modern church's desires for itself, and whether Christians, individually and collectively, have been living at the center of His will. His Kingdom is a spiritual one, after all. I think there are some Christians out there who feel that it is their mission to build a political Christian kingdom, even a theocracy. Maybe they suppose that believers would be able to live more comfortably in such an environment, relatively free from tension with their immediate world. But Christ never promised us this luxury on this earth.

I could spend more time writing a reaction to this article, but I'd rather not. I do, however, think the article is worth a careful, open-minded read.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Thoughts on Holy Week

I spent over 31 years of my life as an active Roman Catholic. Although I have since come a separate way on my spiritual journey, with a different understanding of Scripture and theology, there are certain things I miss about being a practicing Catholic. One way I would contrast my "reformed protestant" spiritual life from my old Catholic spiritual life would be... My Protestant present is a college science course. My Catholic past was an art and music course. Of course I have aged as an adult, and I cannot possibly replicate many of the affections, passions, and facets of my earlier spiritual life. We get older and our hearts change.

Holy Week used to really stand out when I was Catholic. I remember so well, how special and holy (as in "set apart") this week always was for me. I loved the rituals associated with that time. I loved the palm branches of Palm Sunday; the Holy Thursday Mass and the washing of feet; the special and solemn Good Friday service, which is the only day of the year when Holy Eucharist is not celebrated; I remember my favorite Mass of the year was the Easter Vigil on Saturday evening after Good Friday. The blessing of the fire, the candlelight service, the multiple scripture readings, the catechumens joining the church. This was so special to me. I never forgot to abstain from meat on Fridays during Lent in those years. I remember all those Ash Wednesdays, signifying the holy season of Lent. There was something distinctive and wonderful about it (nowadays I scarcely even remember that it is the lenten season sometimes).

My life has this huge dichotomy... Chapter One meant New Jersey, Catholic, unmarried, both parents alive, and electrical engineering. This was roughly three decades. Chapter Two began... my mother in heaven, Florida, protestant, married, a mother of two, staying at home (eventually) and now homeschooling. All this to say that missing the old Catholic days is closely linked with missing my mom, and that whole other life. My mom taught me about being a good christian who was a good Catholic. From my present point of view, I don't know to this day exactly how my mom understood the gospel message, but I do know that she sincerely loved Christ. She birthed my childhood passion to joyfully "practice my religion", and later on this morphed into a different spirituality for me.

But being Catholic was very mystical, very spiritual, meditative, devotional, and it involved all my senses. It defined the way I felt and thought when I was young. It was Search weekends, folk Masses, and college retreats. It was my serving my church as their youngest ever Eucharistic Minister, at the age of 18. It was reading from the Lectern before the congregation. It was attending daily Mass with another engineer friend every weekday morning before reporting to work.

Now I understand things differently. It is more cerebral now, more mature. Definitely Older. It is commitment to Christ in a completely different form. It is a comprehension of the simple gospel that I never had when I was 18. But Holy Week....... well, it isn't quite the same as it was when I was Catholic.

One Holy Week devotion that is practiced among Catholics is the Stations of the Cross. One station features a woman named Veronica, who upon seeing Jesus struggle along the via dolorosa, tenderly wiped his face with her veil. As a special blessing to her, Christ was said to leave the image of His divine face upon her veil. As far as I am aware, there is no anecdote in scripture of this event. It is merely tradition that holds this account. Nevertheless, it was still worthy of consideration: what kind of human emotion, passion, and devotion drove Veronica to do this gesture for Christ?

I leave you with an old poem, a devotion for Good Friday, author unknown. A poem that shares what the writer may have understood as Veronica's emotion.

A Second Chance

Your creased eyes, brown as the wood above your head
Aimed painfully at the thirsty sand below
Are still beautiful -- human -- glossed over with love and silent tears.
Your once crisp beard, now snarled and matted
Is grained like the post from which you hang.
One leather leg crossed over the other displays every bone
While cupped, moist palms pull their weary arms willingly apart,
And a torrid, wavering sun mirrors itself
Upon helmet and sword, spike and hammer.

I wish I could have been there
To touch your cheek
Which they struck;
To remove wet strands of hair from your eyes
Where they crowned you;
To rest my hand on your shoulder
Where they thrashed you;
To speak gently to your parched face
To which they, gritting their teeth, swore and spat.

Perhaps I still can.

My Well Runneth ... Dry?

Well yes, I guess it is true. I feel like I haven't been a very good blogger lately. I certainly have read many blogs, and have been impressed and inspired by oh so many profundities contained therein. So many talented and prolific writers. So many well thought out conclusions. But I haven't felt at all equipped to contribute anything meaningful to the electronic warehouse of homeschooling parental wisdom.

But today, that won't stop me from rambling about things that have mattered to me lately; and who knows? By the time I stop, I might even have something worthy of a post.

Recently I have written about our extreme weather event of the week, our camping trip, and about Baby Girl's birthday. And some of the posts of other blogger have gotten me thinking up potential posts (PPs). But it seems that many PPs end up becoming UPPs (un-published posts).

One thing I have always looked forward to, being a mommy of a daughter, was getting her interested in various handcrafts, like crocheting, knitting, needlepoint, cross stitch and the like. I only learned needlepoint and embroidery myself, and some strange little pastime with yarn that I remember being called "horse rein", but I never did learn to knit, crotchet, or even to make a latch-hook rug. While shopping for Baby Girl's birthday, I happened upon a latch hook kit of a 8" by 8" butterfly rug. Yesterday, I got a little time to teach Baby Girl how to do it (while I learned myself -- so easy!) and she really took to it. She has been happily working on her rug since yesterday, even getting up early this morning before church to try to seize a few minutes to work on it. It gives me a lot of satisfaction to see her working on a project of this size and complexity at her age. Hopefully it whets her appetite to learn more things down the road.We had family visit us last weekend, and stay at our home for three nights. That whole experience could be a post by itself. For now, though, I will just share that our children's lives were enriched by their visit, and one activity that was particularly exciting was the water rockets. I do have pictures of this. It took place in our pasture, and involved homemade rockets from 2 liter soda bottles, and a homemade rocket launcher. You filled 1/4 of the bottle with water, and pumped air into the remainder of the bottle up to about 60 p.s.i., then fired it off. The rockets probably flew at least 200 feet, but maybe I am a bad judge of that sort of thing. Might have been higher. Anyhow, Little Son got a kick out of it. Baby Girl ended up being the rocket retriever. She is such a good sport.



One thing I have been struggling with personally is a very acute sense of not having time to accomplish what I want to. Free time comes so infrequently, is so short-lived, and often arrives during such unexpected moments such that I never know what to do to best fill it. I am one who has a keen sense of my responsibilities, and a strong desire to always make the best use of my time. This is a blessing that can also be an annoyance. The frustration I feel over having "no time" is bringing out all my spiritual shortcomings. I get moody, critical, and resentful of ~~~ I don't know what. I get angry that I don't have the time to do everything I want to do. At the same time, ironically, I get impatient when thing don't happen fast enough. For example, I often feel impatient over the fact that Self-Reliant Man seems to be plodding along in his rebuild of our tractor engine. Yes, this is a big job. Yes, we really aren't the kind of folks that have time for this sort of thing. Yes, we really rely on this tractor. And yes, we have lost far too many precious Saturdays to other demands, and there are many similar Saturdays to come in the next month. Although I want to do the other activities that are "stealing" Saturdays away from this project, I resent them at the same time: simply because there is too much I want to get done on our Saturdays.

In a strange way, I have even resented our family camping trips, because even as we plan and prepare to carve out a few days of margin in our family life through camping, when we return, the old resentment returns as I realize how much I have to do to "catch up" again at home. It spoils my peace.

One thing we did for Baby Girl's sixth birthday in March was order her a complete set of bedroom furniture. This means a bed, bookcase headboard, desk, dresser, and nightstand. Four pieces showed up, and now I found out that the bed is on backorder until April 27, well past a month past her birthday. She doesn't seem to mind, but it really bummed me out for a time. I see it as another loose end in my life. So the boxes sit unopened while we wait. Like we even have time to assemble it anyway. Can you see my lack of peace and impatience?

Here's a trick of technology in my life. Ever since Self-Reliant Man and I both lost over 30 pounds each in 2007, we decided we could keep the weight off by weighing ourselves every single morning and writing the amount on a chart. That way, we knew if we were creeping up and could make small corrections. It worked well for over a year. Then about a month ago, we discovered that we were both losing weight without really expecting to. Our digital scale had been showing us to be steady for weeks, then both of us declining in weight. No way!

What we discovered was that we needed to change the battery in the darn thing. After getting a fresh new battery I discovered that I had gained about 8 pounds! I wasn't surprised, but I learned not to trust a battery operated scale anymore. Now I need to get my mind into weight loss mode. For some reason, that was easy to do two years ago; not so easy to do now.

And how has the NP (new plan to drastically reduce my computer screen time) been coming along you might ask? I have to say that despite my desire to limit the screen time in my life, I have not been successful since that first glorious week. It seems that there is always a need to go online for something, and then instead of walking away when I am finished, I decide to check this news website, then that weather website, then this homeschool website, then a little online shopping, and before you know it, a half hour has passed. And I am cranky that I have no time? I need to re-evaluate, rethink, and replan. I need self discipline. It is a spiritual issue.

One more thing is that our school time at home has been taking more time lately, too. I fully expected that it would with Little Son in 4th grade, and Baby Girl in 1st grade. Now that we are in the midst of our academic year, it is true, and it has been a big adjustment for me. I had dreams of doing other activities and find that I never get to any of them. I barely even have time to read a book some weeks.

There's that resentment rearing its ugly head again. I know it's a spiritual problem. As I reread this post, I think to myself "ah, the rants of a person who really has nothing serious to worry about". But that's real honest life in my little world. I said I was going to ramble, and I certainly did. Bless you for wading through it with me.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fools' Hail Storm

Today I discovered that our new weather warning radio does work. The siren does go off when there is a watch or warning in our county.

First there was a Severe Thunderstorm Watch.

Later it became a Severe Thunderstorm Warning.

Then it became a Tornado Warning.

In the meantime, we had a significant hailstorm over our house. It began as golf ball sized hail, then after a minute reduced in size to quarter sized. Then nickel sized. But as it went on, there was more and more and more hail. The hail persisted between 5 and 10 minutes. Please click on the photo to see all the hailstones on the ground.


The passing storm left behind a lake around our house.

Afterwards, the sun came out and left an unusually low rainbow. Look closely; better yet, click on the photo and notice how it hovers just above our swimming pool, in front of the trees. It turns out that a tornado was actually sighted in the area of our small village.

Ahhh, Florida in the springtime.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Caught in the Act

On account of this post of a month ago, some of my faithful readers and friends have inquired about Baby Girl's eyesight. I apologize for not updating this topic earlier.

It turns out I have not taken her to the optometrist. Since she has a history of causing me to take her to the doctor on false alarms, I decided to sit tight in this case and try to make my own surreptitious observations of her reading and eyesight habits without talking about it.

It turns out I have several times caught her in the act of easily reading books and signs from both near and far distances. In fact, I confess, I even set her up a couple of times to determine this (i.e. the time she was reading the book to her daddy, and daddy moved the book away from her so he could "see the pictures better" and she kept on reading just fine).

So, I firmly believe that Baby Girl has good eyesight, and that this matter can wait until our regular eye appointment in July.

Thank you for asking!

Unexpected Blessings

My heart is full this week. In a good way.

It's a bit complicated, but I will try to keep it brief.

Last summer, I wrote a post in praise of my children's violin teacher. She is a mature, fairly recent immigrant from Russia, who is perhaps one of the finest violin teachers in our state.

Lately, as we have been looking at our expenses, the extreme cost of our violin lessons has been staring me in the face. Our teacher is contracted to teach us through our local Suzuki school, and the Suzuki school is the middle man, taking quite a chunk of money off the top for our lessons. To keep this post as short as possible, I will speak of apples instead of cash. As I explained it to our children (by analogy), each week, we pay 5 apples for violin lessons. Our teacher, Miss S., who does all the work, gets 3 apples, and the Suzuki school pockets 2 of the apples.

Our dear teacher, in addition, teaches independently of the school, charges her students just 4 apples, and gets to keep all 4 apples. But we cannot go to her directly, as I will explain below.

I told her this week about another music conservatory I researched nearby that offers violin lessons for just 2.66 apples. She asked who the teacher would be. I told her it would be Miss K., a teacher who she also respects as a decent and competent teacher. However, this teacher also teaches for the Suzuki school.

Now here's the catch. I cannot go to our teacher, Miss S., directly, nor go to Miss K. either, at the other music conservatory, because they both have an agreement with Suzuki school not to teach any of the Suzuki students privately apart from the Suzuki school. Not unless the student leaves the Suzuki school for an entire year and goes to some other teacher before coming back to them.

Therefore, as I and my children love Miss S., we are stuck paying 5 apples a week, with Miss S. only getting 3 of those apples. No, we can't go to the other conservatory at 2.66 apples, and no, we can't go directly to Miss S. for 4 apples (all of which she would get to keep).

It is a stinky situation, but that's the way it is. We've been putting up with it for several years.

Fast forward to yesterday. The phone rang, and it was Miss S. She had a proposal. We currently log in 75 minutes of lesson time with her a week to the Suzuki school. She wants us to reduce the registered lesson time to 45 minutes. Yet, she will continue to work 75 minutes with us anyway. In other words, we get the same instruction for 3 apples instead of 5. Of course, this means she loses 1.2 apples each week, but she is not concerned with that.

I am flabbergasted.

She also tells me that the time will come when she will have to pass Little Son on to another violin teacher, her ex-husband; that he is a "more professional teacher" than she is, and that he can teach by demonstration the more difficult concertos (like Mendelssohn's). Unfortunately, Miss S. cannot play violin for longer than five minutes due to arm pain; likely the result of a mastectomy of years ago.

Miss S. has taught and led many students right up to college. Many have received scholarships on account of their violin skills. Through the years, though, she has decided to pass a few of her students on to her ex-husband. They have gone on to win large scholarships and even become soloists. She does this for the good of the student, not for her own self-interest.

By now I have tears in my eyes.

By the end of the conversation, after much insistence on her part, we make a compromise. We settle on registering our kids for 60 weekly minutes of instruction, with her actually providing 75 minutes at no additional cost. In effect, this removes the price of the middle man for us. We will now pay 4 apples per week, instead of 5. But she will now only get 2.4 apples per week for her efforts, instead of 3. The amazing thing is that she was willing to work for even less.

No matter to her. She does it for the love of her students. She assures me the sacrifice is insignificant to her. And truth be known, she will probably teach our kids for longer than 75 minutes on many days, too. She will teach them right up until the next student shows up at her door. That's just her way.

So that is why my heart is full today. We are truly blessed to have Miss S. in our lives. Her integrity and selfless dedication are outstanding. I hope that we can find an opportunity to be a blessing to her someday, too.

Can I Still Call Her "Baby Girl"?


Sunday was Baby Girl's Sixth birthday. She was very excited, although we had nothing special planned, but she did get to go to a birthday party for a little three year old boy near us who has the same birthday.

Baby Girl can be amazingly self-effacing for a young child. The entire time she was at the little boy's party, she never mentioned to anybody that it was her birthday, too.

After that, we wanted to know what she wanted to do for birthday dinner. She wanted to go to a local pizzeria; you know, the kind that reminds Mommy of her younger days in New Jersey. That's my girl!

Funny thing was that she selected a white pizza covered with spinach. It was probably Self-Reliant Man's last choice when it comes to pizza, but he accepted it with good cheer (just picked all the green stuff off onto his plate).

One of the highlights of the day was the Bitty Baby doll that she received from her "Mimi". She hasn't stopped playing with it since.

She also received a girl's hardcover Bible, too. She has really been checking that out since Sunday as well, especially all the memory verses that it highlights throughout.

Big girl bedroom furniture is on its way, and I cannot wait until we receive it. Yet, it is bittersweet for me to remove all the baby and toddler furnishings. Sigh...

I still cannot believe she is six. As I was kissing her goodnight at the end of the day, I asked her, since she is now an official "Medium-Sized Girl", can I still call her "Baby Girl"?

Of course, being who she is, she nodded "Yes". Thank goodness. I will never ever stop wanting to call her "Baby Girl".

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Here is Our Latest Camping Report

We returned this weekend from our latest camping trip. We camped at Lake Louisa State Park outside of Clermont, in the central part of our state, not far from W*lt Disn*y W*rld. As state parks go, this one was unique. It was situated among rolling hills with a great variety of vegetation and landscape. The hiking was great, and that was our main activity. So many trails to explore! Some of them were equestrian trails, but despite the lovely weather we had (highs in the low 80s) we didn't see a single horseback rider. We also didn't see many hikers, and I have no idea why.

This campground is not the best choice for tenters, because there is almost no shade, but it was fine for us van campers. We found the other campers to be very friendly here. They were mostly snowbirds, who travel by RV from the northern states and Canada and spend their winters in our state, moving from campground to campground. Some were "full timers", too. Since the campground is only about five years old, the facilities (restrooms and showers) were modern and very clean. We really appreciate that, too.

Here is a collection of pictures which depict various memories from this trip, in no particular order. I have discovered that putting photos in a certain order on this blog can be too time consuming!

Little Son and Baby Girl are gradually learning to be helpers at camp. Here, Little Son is helping out in the camp kitchen.
Violin practice occurs only on the days we eat, of course. It doesn't matter if the location is a campsite. In fact, violin practice brought about some friendly neighboring campers as an audience. The result was that we have made new friends with whom we plan to keep in touch.
At night, right before lights out, we spent some quality time in the van, using it like a real RV. Here the male side of the family is doing some reading. Self-Reliant Man is relaxing after a long hike and catching up on his spiritual reading.
We caught a beautiful sunrise over Hammond Lake one morning.Little Son gets the credit for taking this great nighttime family foto (or is it a phamily photo?).
Both early mornings, over Hammond Lake, we witnessed the flights of between 4 and 9 hot air balloons. They never got much closer to us than this, though.
While hiking one day, we caught a sky writer writing across a strip of sky directly in front of us. Look at the picture. Already the plane has written "JESUS". By the time he was done, the entire message was "JESUS 4 GIVES". It was a case of perfect weather, and perfect timing!
Mommy is bringing up the rear again. There were plenty of hills. Puff puff.
We found a picnic table to snack at both hiking days, just where and when we needed them. Here Little Son captures our smiles after a refill of granola bars, applesauce, and diet soda.
This is what our campsite looked like most of the time.
Can't have a lake without taking at least one sunset photo. This was over Dixie Lake.
Just look at those beautiful cypress trees behind the children!
Here is Self-Reliant Man, once again, catching up on his (ahem!) spiritual reading.
One of the hiking trails was full of wild orange trees, and also a few tangerine trees. The tangerines tasted great, but the oranges were like lemons. They sure looked picture perfect, though. Looks can be deceiving.
I have to admit, it is not easy to keep all our hikers smiling. On account of the abundant sunshine, I did detect some whining in my group. I will chalk up the lessons on being a Happy Hiker to "Character Education". Yes, my children can be real characters, and yes, I am their educator. All of the time.

That concludes our 2008-2009 camping season, but we are already thinking about next year!