>Change is good.

>Change can be exciting! Getting a new design was both fun and scary. What if I lost control over changes? What if I didn’t like it? What if it ended up looking good, but wasn’t user-friendly?

All is well. It’s an exciting step up after two years of blogging on an average template that anyone on Blogger could have.

The hardest part of the process was choosing a background. The background takes up a small amount of space, but it’s crucial to the mood and spirit of the blog. It has to reflect the writer, but not detract from the writing. Colors, style, and the rest enter into a decision.

In the process I realized that I really need to learn HTML. If I knew even a little HTML, I’d be more helpful in making layout and set-up decisions. Husband uses Microsoft Frontpage for his web site; a little knowledge of that software would be handy, too. Perhaps that would lead to more success with Technorati tags, too. There’s so much I don’t know; so many fascinating and useful tools!

I took off to visit my injured brother for a few days just when the new template was about to launch. This would have been fine if (and that’s a big IF) I’d been able to get online. As it was, his home internet wireless is weak, and his dial-up is quite slow. I could receive email but not answer it, and that made it tough to communicate with Margalit while she was putting together the finishing touches. My solution was (you guessed it) a trip to Starbucks. Their new orange mango banana smoothie is delicious.

Now that it’s up and running, I’m thrilled. Yippee! Compost Happens gets a makeover! And I don’t even have to weed or water it!

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>BlogNot

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No, I’m not going to BlogHer. It’s okay; I wasn’t planning on it. I gave it some serious thought last year because it was only a four hour drive from my home, but that was as far as I got. I could have stayed with relatives in the area and taken the train into town, but it just didn’t seem worthwhile for me.
For me. Before you jump down my throat, fellow bloggers, I said “me.” I blog for fun. I get a lot out of it, it’s cheaper than therapy, and I’ve made a lot of virtual friends. But folks, I just can’t justify the cost of a conference like this on my family budget.
Just for fun (Fun! people. Have a sense of humor! Really!) I’ll post my very own version of BlogNot.
Shoes! Oops, these aren’t mine. They belong to La Petite, she of the tiny feet. If tiny feet were a sign of royalty, she’d be the Queen.

Must decide what to pack (snicker). Oh, this isn’t my luggage either – it’s Amigo’s, preparing for camp. (sorry, pix are still in the camera. Not that they’re interesting…)

Laptop! Laptop bag! Cute, isn’t it? There’s a story behind it, too.

Plane tickets – nope.
Fill minivan with gas – well, yes, that needs doing no matter what.
Check tire pressure – on the spare, too!
And take off – but not for BlogHer. Not this time. I’m just on my way to my brother’s house, to see if we can run a few errands and handle a few chores for him while he is recuperating from his broken leg and broken wrist.
And if we get really lucky, La Petite and I might just stop at the Converse outlet store on the way home.

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>World Language? Bilingual is where it’s at.

>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.

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>victory in vegetables

>Is my little patch behind the garage really a 21st century Victory Garden?

I’ll clean the tomatoes and peppers myself. Sam & Ella? Who’re they? But…I plant tomatoes and peppers every year. It’s not a reaction to the news item, the danger in buying a tomato that had been harvested or stored in a warehouse with other “sick” tomatoes.

We enlarged the garden this year. It really does have an impact on our eating. When the lettuce is growing, the crop has an impact on our bunny-food bill as well. But — I planted all kinds of green leafy goodies and then I didn’t label the patches. Which one is spinach, Popeye?

We eat from the garden in season. From BLTs to zucchini bread, we eat well in late summer and early fall. A little rhubarb, a few green beans, and sometimes grated zucchini will go in the freezer for winter. But — after the main harvest, we’re (mostly) at the mercy of the grocery stores.

My little patch of dirt behind the garage isn’t really an economic statement or a reaction to any other action. It’s simply what it is: a backyard garden.

So really, where’s the spinach?

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>In the Headlines

>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.

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>Rationalizing vacation decisions

>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!!

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>Must be my rapier-like wit.

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You are a Knife


You are precise, determined, and detail oriented.(So why can’t I get this darn thing to align at the top of the post?!)

You mean what you say, and you say what you mean. (I meant what I said, and I said what I meant; a Daisy is faithful, 100%. Sorry, Horton, I stole your catchphrase.)

You enjoy taking risks and living on the edge.(I’m not sure about this one. The edge of what? I hope there’s coffee.)

You are a controversial person. Your opinions tend to be divisive. (My politics lean left, if you didn’t know that already.)

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>Reasons to love a Farm Market in any locale

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  • Often fresher than the supermarket
  • Less fuel burned to transport food grown locally
  • Supporting community economy
  • Eliminate the middleman, producer gets a larger percentage of the profit

As long as we were traveling (on the south shore of Nova Scotia), we found a Farmers’ Market in the nearby town of Lunenberg. It’s too early in the growing season to buy fresh produce, but we found other reminders why we enjoy marketplaces like this.

  • Live music, local musicians.
  • Fair trade coffee: an eight-oz. drink, and a half pound of beans for later.
  • Hand-tooled wooden utensil to add to Amigo’s collection
  • New bag, perfect size for my laptop, made from salvaged sails. This bag is fabulous. It’s water-resistant, strong, lightweight, and it’ll last beyond the projected lifetime of the technology. I kept wandering past the Seadogs Bags booth, enjoying the workmanship, but not buying. I don’t need a new purse. I don’t need a lunch bag or schoolbag. La Petite has her bags all settled, too. Then Husband reminded me: “Honey, you wanted a better bag for your new laptop.” Yes! That’s it! He helped find the right size, and I picked my favorite. No easy task, that; each bag was unique, and each one had its own story. I finally narrowed down the selection to two, then picked the one with the interior lining I liked best.

Sigh of relief. Deep breath. I picked up Amigo before he could decide to go home and form a band with the guitarist, and we headed for the minivan and then off to lunch. What a morning! Note to self: when out of town, seek out Farmers’ Markets and Craft Markets. It’s worth it.

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