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>In today’s inflation, I’d need to offer more than one cent. Luckily, the Penny who turned up on my doorstep wasn’t made of copper; she was made of intelligence, dedication, and guts. Penny Bernard Schaber, candidate for state assembly in my district, stopped by to talk.
Penny knows that health care is a huge issue for all people. She understands that our school funding formulas are deeply flawed. She values the natural environment. She recognizes that the recession touches all of us, even in our relatively stable Happy Valley. Penny knows that money are tight all over, and it’ll take tough decisions to make a state budget work.
I was pleased that Penny listened as much as she talked. When I told her about my classroom’s windows, permanently stuck either open or closed because I can’t lift or lower them, she knew I wasn’t making it up. She also knew that my school isn’t asking for extravagances; just basic maintenance that current funding doesn’t cover.
Regular readers know my saying: All politics are local.
If you’ve read any of my posts on politics, you’ll know I also believe that involvement is crucial. Folks, make an informed vote. Read. Think. Better yet, take some time and help out the candidate who makes the most sense to you.
For my district, State Assembly District 57, it’s Penny Bernard Schaber.
>Obama ignited a few fires when he recommended teaching American students a second language. I have one question for the doubters.
What’s the problem?!!?
Many Americans grow up with the Ugly American Entitlement attitude. Contrary to some popular belief, we’re not always popular. The “Speak English and do it now!” attitude contributes to this problem.
I’ve taught many children who spoke another language before they spoke English. Some spoke Hmong, some Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese, and more. In addition to my native Midwestern dialect of American English, I speak a fair amount of Spanish.
The best advantage to an elementary teacher like me isn’t the Spanish vocabulary, although that’s extremely helpful. The real advantage comes from experiences in learning and respecting cultures that differ from my own.
I don’t speak Hmong, but I’ve learned a great deal about the Hmong people, their history, and their culture. I’ve also met several families who came from Brazil to live here in the U.S. My Spanish is no match for their Brazilian Portuguese, but rather reminds me how challenging it is to read and learn in a new language. I learned to enjoy the student who grew up speaking English, encouraged by his bilingual mother (Arabic and English). Then there was the family from Somalia by way of Egypt; the children were very well educated in their native Arabic. Learning English set them back, frustrating the intelligent and capable children for a while.
Regular readers of Compost Happens know that I am hearing impaired. I chose not to learn ASL, American sign language, because I live and work in a hearing world. Instead, I wear two powerful hearing aids and I’m learning to read lips. Like another language, these are tools that help me communicate.
A teaching colleague told me about her husband’s job which includes frequent travel to China. No one, not one employee at the manufacturer, speaks Chinese. He began learning the language as a professional courtesy. If his local school district started a language program in Chinese, the career possibilities for their graduates would increase exponentially. Not only would they be well equipped to work for the local enginemaker, but they’d have an understanding of another culture that is very different from their own.
And that, my friends, is priceless.
>There is pressure in being first, and there is pressure in being last. When I saw the schedule for book reviews and realized mine was last on the list, I wondered two things: Will anyone read it after all the others have already come out? and What if mine doesn’t measure up?
Now that I’ve finished A Summer Affair by Elin Hilderbrand, I’m not as concerned about the second question. It’s a good book, easy to review. And the first? Well, I really can’t control the number of readers, can I?

A friend and co-worker used to say, “Guilt is a wasted emotion.” Claire Danner Crispin is a woman who feels guilt deeply, even when she isn’t at fault. Claire is an artist, a mother, a wife, and an all-around good friend. She isn’t an A-list local celeb in her home of Nantucket, so when the head of an important charity asks her to co-chair a major event, she swallows her surprise and says yes. The inevitable guilt presents itself immediately, though, in the form of explaining to her husband that she is taking on this near full-time responsibility and going back to her artwork as well. She understands that her connections to a major rock star (her high school sweetheart) and her career as a blown-glass sculptor are the main reasons she’s been asked to chair the event, but she still takes it on. If she’d known – but how can anyone ever know in advance? – how her involvement with the charity and its leader would complicate her life… but no spoilers, really.
Guilt. Claire feels guilt for actions she’s taken and for actions she hasn’t. She feels a heavy burden for a friend’s car accident: after all, it was Claire who invited her out drinking, bought her the final drink, and did not insist on a cab. Even though the accident and subsequent injuries were not Claire’s fault, she feels responsible and guilty. Claire’s youngest child was born prematurely, and she feels guilt because she may have caused the pre-term labor in an accident in the “hot shop” where she creates her glass pieces. As the charity gala event planning goes on and she spends more time away from her husband and children, Claire feels guilt for spreading herself too thin and neglecting her family. She feels guilt that the PR for the event features her to the expense of others involved. She feels guilty when her best friend doesn’t get the catering contract. And that’s not even touching on the guilt she feels for the title affair…
Elin Hilderbrand uses several techniques to keep her readers thinking and wondering. Chapter titles are simple: “He haunts her,” “She surprises herself,” “He leaves her.” However, the chapters don’t always follow the obvious meaning, so don’t assume anything. Most of the book is from Claire’s point of view, but later on changes to a more omniscient third person narrative. This is awkward at first, but as the story unfolds and the other characters’ emotional investments become clearer, this change in perspective works. Claire remains the central character, even as we see and hear others react to her. A Summer Affair is her story.
I recommend A Summer Affair as a good read, and not just for summer. The plot is complex enough to keep the reader’s interest, but not so intricate that it loses itself in the details. I’ll leave it up to you, the readers, to decide whether the ending is realistic or simplistic in its resolution.
I received an advance copy of the book from MotherTalk in order to write the review. I mentioned above that mine is at the end of a long line of reviews: you can read the others at Mothertalk. Other reviewers often have different opinions!
>Is my little patch behind the garage really a 21st century Victory Garden?

So really, where’s the spinach?
>The original recipe for this cake came from Michelle at Scribbit. I’ve made a few modifications to fit my family. For example, Michelle’s family likes coconut, and mine doesn’t, so I always cut or replace the coconut in her recipes. In this one, I’ve worked in a tiny bit of wheat flour and oatmeal. I baked this for supper, but the family likes it for breakfast, too. Do I need to mention it’s great with coffee? No, I didn’t think so.
Rhubarb Crumble Cake
1 1/2 cups sugar, divided
3 tablespoons corn starch
3 cups rhubarb, finely chopped
3/4 cup milk
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup whole wheat flour
1/8 cup quick or old fashioned oats
3/4 cup butter
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 cup almonds, finely chopped
1/4 cup walnuts, finely chopped
1 beaten egg (or 1/4 cup egg substitute)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine 3/4 cup sugar and corn starch in a medium saucepan and stir in the rhubarb. Cook over a low to medium heat, stirring frequently, until mixture comes to a boil and thickens. Cool and set aside. In a small bowl, stir together the milk and lemon juice and set aside. In a large bowl, combine the flour and remaining 3/4 cup sugar. Cut the butter into the flour mixture with a pastry cutter until the mixture is crumbly. Removed 1/2 cup of the flour mixture and set aside. To remaining flour mixture add the oats, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and nuts. Combine the egg and milk mixture and pour over the flour mixture. Stir until just moistened. Spread 2/3 of the batter over the bottom and sides of a greased 9-inch springform pan or 8 inch square (will rise slightly over top!). Spoon the rhubarb filling over the batter. Drop the remaining batter over the rhubarb by spoonfuls. Sprinkle with reserved flour mixture. Bake for 50 minutes (longer if you’ve doubled the recipe and shorter if it’s in individual dishes). Let it cool (a little) in the pan on a wire rack. Cut into slices and serve at room temperature or slightly warm with whipped cream on top if desired.
Did I mention that it’s great with coffee? Oh, yes, I did.
>9:50 – Amigo gets teeth cleaned, staff there remind me to call orthodontist.
10:40 – La Petite gets teeth cleaned
Some time in here I have to make sure Amigo gets lunch. My appointment at the DDS is tomorrow.
11:45 – Grandma picks up Amigo for weekly noon organ recital
Amigo will go home with Grandma so that La Petite and Mom can go to their early afternoon appointments.
Now make sure La Petite gets lunch – a rare chance to spend time with her alone.
1:20 – I get my eyes checked, prescriptions renewed, order new contacts, find out I have “some cataract growth” starting in one eye, but it’s “nothing to worry about yet.” Can a cataract be insignificant?
1:40 – La Petite gets eyes checked, prescriptions renewed, and orders new contacts and glasses.
Go pick up Amigo. Come home.
Oh, that’s right. I still need to think up and create supper. And Husband is working an outrageously long day that started at 3 AM, so we have no idea when he’ll be home. We only know he’ll be exhausted.
July is the only month we can schedule days like this. I’m home from school, La Petite’s work hours are winding down, we’re back from vacation, and Amigo hasn’t left for camp yet. We have enough freedom and flexibility that when the crazy day is over, we can separate before we drive each other crazy.
>Reactions while surfing news channels until Amigo’s favorite shows come on:
Image of Jesus spotted in tub of ice cream
This won’t end up on eBay, will it? How on earth would it ship?
Obama wants everyone to speak Spanish.
This crawl was misleading. Obama recommends that American students learn a second language; I agree. But that could be a whole post of its own!
And then there are the random discussions with Amigo, who isn’t quite the news junkie he was when he was younger.
“Mom, is A-Rod married to Madonna? They’re talking about A-Rod, Madonna, and divorce.”
“No, honey, Madonna might divorce her husband, and she and A-Rod are friends.” Well, I’ll try. But Amigo is 16, and he’ll figure it out. He doesn’t read tabloids, but he likes comedy shows. He’ll hear the whole story — if there is a story here. A-Rod has a local Little League field named after him because he did some of his minor league play here; not exactly a role model right now, is he?
“Mom, who’s Jesse Jackson? What did he say to Obama? Was it racist?”
“Well, it was really crude, so I’d rather not quote him right now.” (We were out for lunch in a downtown restaurant) “It was inappropriate, though, and he has to apologize. No, it wasn’t racist.” Well, race was a factor, and how do I explain this? Amigo claims to hate politics, so there’s a point at which he’ll tune me out. I do want him to know that there are limits to what people can say, even a famous leader.
And don’t forget the stories that remind me of random trivial lines from TV shows…
“Sam & Ella? Who’re they?” (M*A*S*H*)
And the headline you thought I’d link, the story you know I’ll follow until it ends…. No, I don’t believe Favre will play again. But that’s, my friends, a post in itself. Brett, please say it isn’t so!!
So now, with all that in mind, I think I’ll make an extra strong pot of coffee and start reading the Sunday paper.
>I’ve earned this. I’ve worked hard, Husband has worked hard, we deserve a break. (Hum McDonald’s old commercial jingle here and think of Barry Manilow.)
It’s our anniversary! Our 24th! All right, that’s not a milestone, but why wait for the 25th?
We’re budgeting carefully. We traveled off-season, packed our own snacks and drinks, and resisted large souvenir purchases. The cottage rental is reasonably priced; much more appropriate for our needs than a luxury hotel or resort.
My souvenir sweatshirt was in the 60% off bin.
Postcards are not just a souvenir; they’re a communication device. They’re also an educational tool; I can use them in my class next year when we study the states. Oh! Oh! Does that mean I can write off the cost of the trip as a professional expense? Nice try, but no. The price of the postcards, perhaps, but that’s all.
We’re doing our part to stimulate the economy! That’s it! We’re spending money to help rejuvenate the national economy. Geez. Has it come to that? I have to invoke Big Dubya to rationalize my vacation? That’s sad.
Blog posts! Just think of all the material for blogging! It’ll make great content! Attract more readers! Make more pennies on my ads…
To tell the truth, we saved and planned for quite some time before heading out on the road. This is not a $5 a Day bargain trip, but neither is it a luxury vacation. It’s just right for our middle class family. And that, my friends, needs no rationalizing.
But if you want to find out What I Did on Summer Vacation, it’s all here.
Review of the trip through coffee
Pennywise on the road
Farmer’s Market
Green grows the garbage
Best/Worst Awards
One “lump” or two
Oh, no. What’s that noise?
Mug shot
Navigating in Braille
Enjoy!!