>NaBloPoMoPhoBia: writers block

>Let’s see:

Family.

Kid is a teenager, complete with angst-laden life. Homework, social life or lack of, the latest music on the market, celebrity crush…I can drag a post out of something on this list. If nothing else, there’s always the saga of his months on the stomach ache circuit.

Husband borrowed my minivan on Tuesday and I haven’t driven it since. Is there a post there? Probably. I just hope he refills the gas tank before he gives it back to me.

Daughter has returned to the land of the normal now that the election is over. That is, normal for a college senior with a huge workload and a part time job on campus and an apartment to clean and bunnies to feed and care for….I’m sure there’s a post there somewhere.

Work, a.k.a. school. No child left untested. Full moon. Indoor recess. Poor scheduling, leaving us to scramble, which ended up with math cancelled again.

Holidays!! We’re hosting Thanksgiving again, so there will be stories. Hopefully all will go well and there will be no mishaps to report. And if those Thanksgiving Fairies do their jobs, it will be lovely.

The inevitable Christmas shopping, wrapping, and giving could provide a few posts, too. In fact, I need a bigger crate in the attic now that I’ve started stashing holiday gifts. I have plans to use the Amazon packing material for wrapping paper if I can get it to look decent…but Martha doesn’t live here, so I’ll wait and see.

Not to mention the unpredictable Sunday afternoon entertainment we call the Green Bay Packers….

As Amigo often says, “Mom, you should blog about this.”

Writers’ block? No problem.

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>Here’s the umbrella. Where’s the snow brush? Ice scraper, anyone?

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Yes. NaBloPoMo is over for 2007. I posted 30 consecutive days. As to prizes, there are so many bloggers enrolled that I’m not counting on winning any goodies. That’s not why I signed on. why did I sign on? Oh, the usual, the personal challenge, the slight increase in readership, the kinship with a whole batch of other bloggers crazy enough to make this commitment. You know. You don’t? Well, then you need a blog. Really. It’s fun, it’s personal, it’s serious, it’s funny, and all of the other adjectives that come from journaling online.

I’m glad it ended yesterday, if only because I had a big all-day shopping trip planned with friends and it was a bit hairy getting home in the storm. Visibility was lousy, so we stopped at opportune moments to jump out of the minivan and help the driver clear the ice off her windshield wipers. By the time we got home, we were laughing about the whole experience. It reminded us of the Chaos Fire Drills we’d play while out cruisin’ back in high school. “Ready? I’m stopping now. Go!” Then we’d run around the car and try to get back in somewhere before the light turned green. But this time, we all got back in the same seats and buckled our seat belts safely like the moms we are, even brushed off what snow we could before jumping back in the sliding side doors. To make it even more chaotic, we were doing this with our gloved/ mittened hands; she couldn’t fin her snow brush or ice scraper! She knew they were in the van somewhere, but these essential tools of winter were nowhere to be found when we needed them.

Now that we’ve taken out all the shopping bags, she’ll probably find it tomorrow, after the storm passes. All’s well that ends well, and we had a great day shopping the outlet mall. Harry and David? I think I love you. Well, your peppermint bark samples and your free coffee, anyway.

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>White Christmas? Blue Christmas? Green Christmas?

>The tune that gets stuck in my head is the middle one, and it’s always an Elvis style voice, too. “I’ll have a bloooooo Christmas, without you…” sniff, sniff, sob…oh, the sadness of being left by his baby at the holidays!
But seriously, folks, people are already thinking about holiday shopping and some have already started. Um, yes, I have. And others have been thinking about how to make their Christmas more green this year. Leah at the Lean, Green Family asked commenters to share their own families green traditions at holiday time. I talked about getting the most out of wrapping paper in this post last year. There are other ways of being environmentally conscious on Christmas.
Shop online or combine shopping trips. Carbon Footprint may be the trendy phrase, but it’s true that using additional gas costs more money and expels more pollution into our airspace. Driving fewer miles is cost-effective and eco-conscious.
Shipping packages? Use paper from your home shredder instead of foam packing materials. If you’ve shredded it well enough, it won’t give away any personal information, and it makes a great cushion for gift boxes. It’s recyclable at the receiving end, too.
Here’s a unique story of reduce, reuse, and recycle of holiday materials. Our Christmas tree gets reused. No, it’s not a live tree that gets planted in the yard. It’s not artificial, either.
We have neighbors who hunt, fish, and remain outdoors and active year-round. In our neck of the woods, people go ice fishing and sturgeon spearing. The neighbors are part of a group that collects these trees as people put them out on the curb. The “used” trees will become a path, a guide line that marks a safer path across the ice on Lake Winnebago. By sticking to a track that has been tested for its thickness, spearers and ice fishermen can feel a little more secure as they travel to their shanties.
If our tree didn’t go out on the lake, the city crews would pick it up and feed it through their chipper, where it would eventually end up part of the park department’s mulch. The tree gives us pleasure, after which it can be put to another use, which pleases me, too.

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>Just when you thought it was safe to stop cleaning…

>I had just finished cleaning up the majority of the wake of Thanksgiving dinner at our house when this email turned up in my school inbox.

“I received a phone call this afternoon stating that the BOE [Board of
Education] has to go into closed session from 6:30 – 7:00 next Monday night.
They need a classroom to hold the closed session and due to your proximity to
the LMC [library], you win ~lucky you! Please see me regarding how the Powers
That Be mentioned setting up the room.”

Our local school board meets in a variety of venues throughout the year. This month, you guessed it, it’s my building. And as you can tell by the principal’s note, my room is the closest to the library, where the majority of the meeting will be held. When it’s time to meet in “closed session,” they’ll move into my room.

Most board members will be too busy with the meeting agenda to look around them. But just like at home, I’d like to make sure the room reflects positively on me and my students.

So… my lesson plans for Monday will include:

–desk cleaning for every student
–floor cleaning ( a pet peeve: how can so many pencils go rolling around the floor each day? Pick them up!)
–straightening the Book Nook and Reading Table
–cleaning/ straightening my own desk (kind of a scary proposition)
–adding tape to any art works threatening to fall from wall
–find out what kind of arrangement the board wants
–involve the students in any necessary re-arranging

I feel like my storage area on top of the cupboards is very cluttered, but there’s not much I can do. Most of what I own is up there in boxes, and most of those boxes are full of books. Maybe I can straighten the boxes a little. The counter area is a bit overcrowded, too. But anything I move from the counter will end up on top of the cupboards, making that area worse. I think I’m stuck on this one.
My overhead screen doesn’t stay down unless I loop the cord around a hook below the chalk tray. It’s quite worn, too. I can’t avoid that; it will have to be Exhibit A in the impact of revenue caps.
Since it’s still November, the basic room decor can stay the same. I don’t feel pressured to put up anything that screams “Holidays!!” quite yet — if ever, that is.

I’m sure this is a case of Murphy’s Law. If I do nothing, board members will look around the room and comment on it to my principal. If I knock myself out getting the room ready, their closed session will either be very short or cancelled altogether, and no one will even look beyond the door of the room.

I’ll feel best about the whole situation if I approach it with the children as a matter of pride in their surroundings, ownership of their learning space. Then, no matter what happens at the evening meeting, I’ll know I grabbed the teachable moment.

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>Signs of a Wisconsin Thanksgiving

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1. There’s a real turkey feather on the fireplace mantle (from MIL’s backyard).
2. My brother and my daughter are both wearing Packer gear (see below).
3. Appetizers include cheese, of course.
4. There’s a radio in the kitchen so the cooks don’t miss any of The Game (You knew that, I’m sure).
5. The lawn hasn’t been raked yet, but there’s a dusting of snow on the leaves.

The turkey was terrific. The pies were perfect. The Packers won. Really, who could ask for anything more?

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>Random thoughts come in sevens

>I’ve been tagged by Jennifer at Ziff-Niffer. Memes are actually handy during NaBloPoMo; they relieve me of the task of thinking up topics! My mission, since I’ve accepted it, is as follows.

1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Seven facts? If you’ve read Compost Happens at all you know that I’m a teacher, I love to read, and I enjoy our pet rabbits (most of the time). In the spirit of the meme, I’ll find seven random facts that may not be so obvious.

1. I enjoy baking, but I’m not as fond of cooking. Thanksgiving was fine because it meant a turkey, which is easy. Stuff it, stick it in the oven, and let it cook for hours.
2. I have a bad cold at the moment, which is quite frustrating because it plugs up my already impaired ears. World, I’m sorry, but I honestly can’t hear you today.
3. I like second hand, consignment, and thrift stores. I find fabulous deals on decent clothes and books (and more!) in all of those places.
4. I asked “Santa” for a new laptop for Christmas. I know I’m not going to get one, but it puts the idea out there.
5. I’d love to teach half time and spend mor etime writing, but it’s not to be.
6. I am constantly fighting the battle of the clutter monster. No, don’t recommend FlyLady or similar services; I don’t have time to teach all day and then deal with her daily suggestions.
7. I’m reuniting with my grad school friends next weekend for a shopping trip. I’m not a big shopping fan, but the van ride together will be like old times, bonding and chatting and catching up. I don’t care if I don’t buy a thing, even though my gift card prize arrived in the mail on Wednesday.

I tag…(this is tough because I read and enjoy so many people!):
Mom-not otherwise specified
Shash at Diary of a Crazed Mommy
Margalit at What was I Thinking?
Michelle at Scribbit
Kelly at Mocha Momma
Jenn from Mommy Needs Coffee (oh, I can identify with her blog’s name)
Shannon (the Red Sox fan) at Believer in Balance

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>Pillow Fight!

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It was pillow against the rabbit, and Buttercup won.
The vacuum cleaner wasn’t happy, either. It coughed and gagged and had to have a new bag installed before we could finish the job. This was, of course, in the midst of Thanksgiving preparations. Naturally, I put the turkey in the oven this morning and then started to clean up the rabbit’s nesting materials. Gee, doesn’t everybody do that on Thanksgiving before the guests arrive? Buttercup, silly bunny, played innocent.
“Who, me? I was napping up here on the couch the whole time.”

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>The Sandwich, and I’m not talking turkey

>Husband is caught firmly in the role of Sandwich Generation. He is caring for his family and his children, as always. but now he’s adding the role of advisor to his parents.
Father-in-Law has had both knees replaced, and doesn’t walk well. He still insists on mowing the lawn and using the snowblower and other chores, but now he’s reached a point where it’s simply not safe.
He had back surgery a few weeks ago, and the doctors couldn’t discharge him afterwards because he wasn’t able to physically care for himself. He went instead to a rehab wing to undergo physical therapy and more basic training.
Husband helped out by handling a few chores (lawn mowing, etc.), but one of the biggest things he did was attend a progress and planning meeting for his dad. I don’t know what these meeting are called in senior citizen language, but in education we call them Individualized Education Plans, or IEPs. Just before he left to meet up with his parents at the rehab conference, Husband realized that it was, indeed, just like an IEP. Therapists, present level of performance reports, evaluations, goals — the whole thing sounded extremely familiar. But we’ve done this for our child, not for our parents.
To make it tougher, F-i-L has been grumpy as all get out since moving into rehab. He’s in pain. He’s facing major life changes. He is finally being forced to confront the denial he’s maintained for years about his health and his future. His child is taking care of him instead of vice-versa. He has trouble expressing himself on the big issues, so he complains about the little ones. He hates the food. His roommate hogs the bathroom. The serving staff takes away his meal trays too soon, rushing him. He’s bored and has nothing to do. Oh, did I mention he hates the food?
We understand how he feels and why he’s acting this way, but it still grates on our nerves. Husband and Mother-in-Law are getting the worst of it.
The next step in the process will be finding an appropriate apartment or condo for them. F-i-L needs assisted living; M-i-L doesn’t. He needs to use his walker, so the place needs to be handicapped accessible. Household chores and repairs are not realistic for him. Lawnmowers? Uh-uh. Ladders? Not a chance. In case his health worsens, we need to look for a place that can accomodate his medical needs.
Then? We’ll help them pack up and move, including selling their home and cleaning out 50 years of accumulated possessions and memories.
I’m not sure which step is going to be the hardest, but I know none of it will be easy for them or for Husband.
If the saying is true, that you are what you eat, hand the man a sandwich. Make it a good one; he’ll need a lot of endurance for this marathon.

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>2007 Thanksgiving Menu at Chez OK

>The menu is ready! We think it is, anyway.

Appetizers:
Pickles & Olives ; Husband and Amigo
French Onion Soup; Husband and Amigo

Main Course:
Turkey with Stuffing; Daisy

Sides:
Classic Mashed Potatoes; Husband
Mashed Potatoes a la Joie; La Petite
Sweet potatoes; Daisy
Gravy; Daisy
Steamed Asparagus Sesame; Husband
Packer Beans; Daisy and Amigo
1-2-3 Cranberry Sauce; Amigo
Cranberry Jell-O; Grandma’s famous recipe
Pumpkin & Cranberry Breads; Grandma’s famous recipes
Dinner Rolls; Daisy

Desserts:
Pumpkin Pies and Whipped Topping; Brother and Sister-in-Law
Apple Pie; Grandma and Husband

Beverages:
Wines; your Sommelier, husband
Soda (Various); hosts, others as preferred
Milk; Buttercup
Water; Peanut, Sadie
Coffee, Regular and Decaf; Daisy

Some beverages will be in La Petite’s small fridge
Grandma will bring four folding chairs.
We will eat at 3:00 or after the Packer game.
The Packer game will be broadcast on a radio in the kitchen so that the cooks don’t miss a play. (yeah, like you thought I’d make Thanksgiving dinner and miss a Packer game?!!)

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>Good thing I don’t gamble.

>Offices have their football pools. Sportswriters have their contests. We’ve started our own friendly family competition on Sundays, predicting the outcome of the NFL games.
Amigo picks up his schedule binder with the Braille schedules in it, and he reads the list of the day’s games. As he does, I write down our predictions for the winners. When it’s all over, we check the scores and add up our results.
Scores in the last three weeks:
Husband 10, Daisy 9, Amigo 8
Amigo 8, Husband and Daisy tie at 6
Amigo 7, Daisy 5 (Husband was out of town)

Wait a minute. I’m the main football fan in the house! Why do I keep losing? It’s a good thing I don’t play Fantasy Football, with this kind of record.
We’ll see. Maybe today’s my day.

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