Letting rules lapse

I have a few seemingly random “rules” in my life’s routine. I keep my minivan’s gas tank at least half full. I like all my electronics to be charged or close to fully charged at all times. The gas tank is mainly because it’s such sticker shock to fill it. That vehicle has a big tank, and when gas gets close to $4 a gallon – let’s just say it’s not good for the blood pressure. I like the laptop computer and my phone and my camera to have a charge in case I need them – and I need them a lot.

Wednesday, that icy weather day, I failed. My minivan had a quarter of a tank of gas in it. Ironically, I’d kept putting it off because of the weather. It was cold. It was windy. It was just not self-service gas station friendly weather. Note to self: it might get worse before it gets better. Fill the tank.

My phone wasn’t charged. I often charge it under my desk at work or in the kitchen overnight. This particular morning, my phone had no charge whatsoever. I went in to school after the two-hour delay (the delay I saw on TV before the power crashed) with my dead phone in hand. I was greeted by two teachers saying, “Oh, Daisy didn’t get the phone call. We’re closed. Too many schools have no power.” Note to self: charge it. Always. On this day, after charging the phone in the minivan (the one with a near-empty gas tank), I found the voice mail from my boss saying “We’re closed! Don’t come in!”

My camera had a little charge left, so I took a few pictures. A few, I said. When the power came back to us that night, I plugged in the camera battery.

Procuring fuel was harder than we thought. We passed three shuttered gas stations on the road and several of our favorite restaurants totally in the dark. We eventually ended up at iHop, and then with full stomachs headed down the road again to feed the minivan. We picked up batteries for the boom box so we’d have radio if we needed it, invested in a Hershey’s chocolate bar with almonds and a Reese’s peanut butter cup for our mid-afternoon snack, and charged our phones in the van.

And here we sit, a few days later, reminiscing and making notes. Note to self: keep phone charged no matter what the weather. Keep minivan at least half full of gas – also no matter what the weather. As for the camera, well, if the phone is charged, the camera isn’t necessary, but let’s not waste phone time on pictures. The ice day was more of a tough spot and less than a true emergency, and I felt the lack of preparedness. Note to self: tornado season is on the way. No more excuses: channel that inner Girl Scout and Be Prepared.

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A Spring Day in the North

We joke about our football team playing on Frozen Tundra. In reality  grass does grow here. It’s also reality that we can see schools close due to winter weather – in April.

We had no power that day, which was also the case for several school buildings in my town. Ice, ice, and more ice coated the trees, wires, and anything else.

Icy Cherries

Icy Cherries

Home for oregano - later.

Home for oregano – later.

And finally, we really enjoy our neighbor’s sculptures. When coated with ice, they were even more lovely.

icy sclupt blue close sm

The unique beauty of an ice storm is fleeting. Fortunately, the powerless state was also temporary. Power came on just in time to cook a warm supper, simple though it was.

Now, Mother Nature, can we please have spring?

 

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Is it Spring Yet?

Hearing this variation on “Are we there yet?” from my internal gardener, I wake up each morning and wonder when the snow will be gone. It’s been melting nicely, assisted by a light rain a few nights ago. The garden plots will be moist and well-watered before I even get the rain barrels set up.

A few days ago I announced to the family that I was going to play in the dirt. They looked outside at the still snow-covered backyard and expressed their disbelief. I tricked them; I was going down the basement where I had seeds, a package of potting soil, and a variety of containers. Now I have tiny, and I do mean tiny, tomato and pepper plants doing their best to reach for the sky. If we have decent temperatures, I can start putting the seedlings out on the deck by day and bring them in every night.

It’s a simple pleasure, really, this watching the plants grow. Every spring brings with it the potential for growth, literal and figurative. I watch the seedlings get taller and stronger and eventually put forth fruit. I see my own growth in planning, planting, and following through with the long-term process of watering, weeding, and caring for the plots. The personal growth also comes from the act of slowing down. Teaching is a fast paced, high stress job, and I enjoy every minute of it. When a school break arrives, I take the time to slow down physically and mentally. During summer, the longest break of our agrarian school calendar, the garden reminds me that some things can’t be rushed. These biological processes will happen, and they will happen at their own rates.

Meanwhile, I’ll relax with my laptop and blog about it. Okay? Okay.

Tomatoes, can't you tell?

Tomatoes, can’t you tell?

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Art Unexpected

You never know what kind of artistry will turn up at the O.K. Chorale. Easter brought a cake of Chuck’s design.

Bunny!

Bunny!

Bunny! Bunny!

Bunny! Bunny!

La Petite and Amigo and company colored eggs.

Eggs-actly perfect

Eggs-actly perfect

La Petite and company created a Jackson Pollock inspired work using the melting snow and the egg dye.

Performance Art, Ever Changing

Performance Art, Ever Changing

Easter was entertaining. I wonder what Mother’s Day will bring?

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Thrift fun and an Encore Performance

I went thrifting today and found – instead of telling you, I’ll show you.

What a deal!

What a deal!

Pants on the left: 75 cents.

Jacket in the middle: a light wool coat, Talbots brand, $4.50.

My favorite: denim Fleet Farm jacket, $2.95. And lest you think I’m joking, I tried on the jacket. Despite Fleet Farm’s reputation as the Man’s Mall, the jacket is for me. Because I buy a lot of garden supplies, rabbit food and litter, canning supplies, and more at Fleet Farm, this jacket is not just a cool piece of kitsch. It’s simply cool.

Not to mention that buying this jacket reminded me of an old post – enjoy Top Ten Reasons I adore Fleet Farm.

10. Fleet Farm had the tomato supports I needed when no one else in town stocked them.

9. My receipts come with a discount on gas at their gas station. If I fill up the minivan there after making a purchase, I save. I fill my van so seldom; if I can wait to fill the tank when I’m at Fleet Farm, it’s a winner.

8. The clerk at the Fleet gas station resembles a young Brad Paisley. If the teen girls start hanging around the bait counter, we’ll know why.

7. I can resist most impulse buys because of the unique merchandise. I do not need a blaze orange negligee. Really, honey.

6. I said most impulse buys, not all. I did buy a small funnel for my jam. It turned out to be a perfect fit for the tops of the jars, and it prevented waste and messes. I’ve never seen this little gizmo anywhere else – only at Fleet Farm.

5. It’s a huge store; getting what I need requires exercise. Who needs a treadmill? Who needs to walk the mall? I just shop at Fleet Farm.

4. It’s easier to say than Farm and Fleet.

3. Chuck and I bought our bikes there several years ago, and they’re still going strong.

2. It keeps me humble. Walking from the canning supplies to the garden center I pass through the equine section. There are things on the shelves that a city girl like me will never need. Need? I don’t even know what most of the equine equipment is!

1. At Fleet Farm, I found everything I needed to make my first batch of jam!

 

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Bunny Wisdom

This list beats the heck out of learning life’s lessons in kindergarten. In a home like ours, it’s no surprise to find it in my archives. Here you are, readers; don’t worry, be hoppy.

Everything I Needed to Know I learned from the Easter Bunny

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.

Walk softly and carry a big carrot.

Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.

There’s no such thing as too much candy.

All work and no play can make you a basket case.

A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.

Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.

Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.

Some body parts should be floppy.

Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.

Good things come in small-sugar coated packages.

The grass is greener in someone else’s basket.

The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

An Easter bonnet can cover the wildest hare.

Krumpet says hello.

Krumpet says hello.

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Purging and Decluttering continues

Spell checker doesn’t recognize Decluttering as a word. Get used to it, WordPress, it’s going to be a regular term around here.

I managed to get rid of two boxes of miscellaneous, as the thrift stores call it. Two boxes out of the way! That’s a good start. Then we attacked La Petite’s room. It’s going to become a guest room slash office – mainly an office for me. When I approach a project and consider blogging the process, I almost always forget the “before” pictures. This time I have “before” photos, but we haven’t reached the “after” stage yet. Observe – if you dare.

trashy card table pretending it’s a nightstand

The View of the Floor

Buttercup loved playing with (and chewing on) the large boxes we’d stashed in here. Upon the onset of Operation Office, we discovered that she had also shredded large pieces of styrofoam packaging material. Clean-up, shall we say, was not fun.

These, then, are the “before” pictures. “After” might be a while. Right now, the card table is just a stashing place for all things awaiting La Petite. The bed has been moved to a different space, and two of Amigo’s bean bag chairs have made their way in to live on the rug. I suppose this is the “during” stage.

Readers, if we ever reach the finished product, I’ll take pictures. Really.

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Does quality no longer matter?

Oh, those television people. It was in the Info for an episode of The Revolutionary War on Military Channel.

The British military makes plans to keep New England for themselves in 1977 but fail, and France and Spain send troops to provide assistance to the colonies. No cast information available.

Did you find it? Good. Sometimes it’s harder to find a numerical error than a misspelling.

I still remember an elementary principal reading an inspirational short piece on Secretary of State Colin Powell. The only problem was this: Condeleezza Rice was Secretary of State at the time. Colin Powell had already retired from the post. You guessed it, people, I didn’t have a lot of respect for that administrator.

Accuracy. It’s missing so often. When I grade a student lower because of spelling mistakes and his mother says “But we spell checked it!” I wonder if they really know the difference between herd and heard, piece and peace. Peas, too, for that matter. You know, visualize whirled peas. If not peas-ful, it’s at least tasty.

Then there are the half-hearted guesses on tests. What was the impact of the battle of the Alamo? “A lot of people died.” Duh. Read the book.

Or this, on a high school level: the student was to compare the effects of the Western economy on China in the 19th century. The 1800s, folks. Bear witness to an actual studnet answer.

The effects of western and Chinese economy are quite apparent. The Chinese population is very large with millions of people. Where as the westernized economy is the same way, but with less people per acre. The western economy is going to overall cost more because of the fact that people are paid more to make less. Where as in china at the current time there are many more people who get paid next to nothing to make crap to be shipped to america and sold.

Maybe this student will grow up to work for the Military Channel writing Info pieces.

Ah, this post is getting more snarky than humerus – er, humorous. Armed with a graduate degree and a sense of sarcasm, I will shut down the computer and face the whirled – er, world.


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Flat Stanley visits Lambeau Field

Yesterday one of my students read aloud to me from a Flat Stanley story. I was immediately transported back to a time not so long ago when a Stanley came to visit me. I brought Stan to school with me, but Chuck really made Stan’s visit to Wisconsin; he took him to work on a long day at Lambeau Field. In the spirit of Super Bowl Weekend, here’s Flat Stanley’s stadium tour.

When Flat Stanley arrived in my mailbox from Irving, Texas, we knew one place we needed to go: Lambeau Field. Chuck folded Stanley into his wallet and headed off to work.

Stan’s first stop was the Lombardi statue at the entrance. He held onto Vince’s left shoe; that first step would be a doozy.


The best place to start any tour is the Lambeau Field Atrium, including the entrance to the field itself. Can you see the lines on the floor? They line up exactly with the yard lines on the field itself. “Impressive,” thought Stanley.


Stanley’s first stop was the Green Bay Packers Hall of Fame where he saw the collection of Lombardi trophies. He felt a lump in his throat as he viewed the most recent addition to the collection, the trophy from Super Bowl XLV.


Then Stanley considered his choices. Locker Room or Field? The locker room was locked, so on to the field it was.


“Wow,” thought Stanley. “This is hallowed ground, not frozen tundra.”


Flat Stanley had the good fortune (and the connections) to sit on the sound board during the evening show of Larry McCarren’s Locker Room. The studio audience overflowed the place for this guest: Aaron Rodgers himself.

Stan was exhausted after his Green Bay adventures, so he climbed back into his envelope in Chuck’s wallet and went to sleep. After all, tomorrow would be another day. There were places to go, people to see, and adventures galore awaiting his flat little self.

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