tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61358218397926309122024-02-07T22:59:11.521-05:00The Stone Age TechieKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.comBlogger354125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-59586772972516166822014-10-19T20:47:00.003-04:002014-10-20T13:38:37.469-04:00Interview with Jacqueline Davies, Author of The Lemonade War Series!<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">The
boys and I have been huge fans of The Lemonade War series for years
now, and I was so excited when Jacqueline Davies said yes and generously donated her time to answer questions here at The Stone Age
Techie. Several of these questions pertain to <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-sincerity-project.html">The Sincerity Project</a>;
as you will read, Ms. Davies thinks about this kind of thing too. If
you would like to know more about Jacqueline Davies, please go <a href="http://www.jacquelinedavies.net/">here</a>. My questions are in black, and her answers are in red. And now, without further ado, our interview!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">1.
Welcome Jacqueline Davies, author of The Lemonade War series! These
five books are about a brother and sister, Evan and Jessie, and are
so well written with such real characters that you feel almost as
though you could knock on their door and asked them to play in real
life. My boys and I loved the stories, narrated alternatively by Evan
and Jessie so that we see the world from their perspectives; the
challenges their family experiences, and the children's thoughts and
ideas, are so well expressed. Are there aspects of The Lemonade War
series, or what it is like to be their author, that you would like to
share about?</span></span></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2b58; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">I do a lot of school visits (about
50 a year) and I love going into schools and talking with kids about
their responses to the books. Many of them have a particular favorite
out of the five, and it's almost always because of a personal
connection they make to the story. I hear things like, "That
book reminded me of my grandmother." "Jessie is just like
my little sister." "My parents are divorced, too." I
like to think that I've written stories that allow kids to seem
themselves in the pages.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">2.
I love the feeling that we, the readers, are right there in the
action, and there is so much action! How is it that you come up with
your ideas?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2847; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">The first book in the series was
unusual in that I wrote it very quickly; the first draft took just 19
days to complete. So the ideas for that story unfolded very quickly.
A lot of the ideas came from things that had actually happened in my
childhood or in the childhoods of my three kids. But some of the
ideas just bubbled up out of that deep, dark unconscious place where
thoughts and feelings dwell, just below the surface of articulation.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">3.
One of my favorite things about books is that you never label a
condition or problem; as a result, a character with fairly severe
autism or advanced dementia is treated as a regular person, and the
other characters in the book approach that person not as A Person
With X, but instead treat that person as they would treat anyone. I
feel like, in our society, too much emphasis is placed on labels and
not enough on people. I would love to hear your thoughts on this
issue, and also I'm wondering if you planned from the start to have
Jessie and Evan approach the world in this way?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff294b; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">I
agree with your thoughts on labels. Sometimes we use them because it
seems to make a complicated world less complex—and I'm not sure
that's a particularly good thing. Also, quite frankly, I think if we
broaden our ideas about The Spectrum (and I'm talking here about any
spectrum that can be applied to many conditions or states of being)
then we're all </span><span style="color: #ff294b; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><u>somewhere</u></span><span style="color: #ff294b; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">
on that spectrum. There are a lot of traits that Jessie and I share.
I don't have Asperger's Syndrome, but if you stretch that spectrum
far enough on either end, you'll find me on it somewhere down the
line. So I suppose my inclination to avoid labels is also about
strengthening connections—between characters in the books, between
readers and the characters, and between myself and each of my
characters.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">4.
Did you have to work to avoid labels, or is that something that comes
naturally to you? I ask because I have spent more than a decade
working to avoid them, in my interactions both as a teacher and as a
parent.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff294e; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">In this case, it came pretty naturally.
It just "felt right" at the time of writing that first
draft, and then later, as I pondered my choice more carefully, it
continued to feel right. I can't tell you how many letters I've
received from parents of autistic kids who thank me for writing the
books without trying to turn them into some kind of lesson on autism.
They're so grateful to have a book to share with their children and
others that presents a character with Asperger's that isn't </span><span style="color: #ff294e; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><u>about</u></span><span style="color: #ff294e; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">
Asperger's.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">5.
Do you think that not using labels helps avoid stereotyping? Is there
any situation in which using a label might be beneficial, in your
opinion?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2a51; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Plenty of kids who read the books
identify Jessie as a child with Asperger's. They're familiar with the
syndrome, and they recognize it and name it. There's nothing wrong
with that. Other kids just notice that Jessie's different, but they
still identify with her in a lot of ways, and so they have the chance
to get to know Jessie and like her without first applying whatever
thoughts, fears, prejudices they might have about Asperger's. That's
a useful approach, as well. The same is true with the grandmother,
who is an important character in the third book, THE BELL BANDIT.
She's displaying signs of the onset of Alzheimer's, and Jessie and
Evan are frightened by the changes they see in her. But without a
label, they need to approach her and relate to her as she is, rather
than how Evan and Jessie might expect her to be, given her condition.
It makes their interaction more authentic, I think.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #ff2a51;">As
far as when a label might be beneficial—in fiction, I would say
almost never (it's often a shortcut, and a lazy one at that), but in
medicine, I would say certainly (it provides the protocol for
treatment).</span> </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">6.
It is clear that, in your books, nearly all the adults take the
children very seriously, really respect their thoughts and ideas and
treat them as rational thinkers. I'm thinking of Evan and Jessie's
mom and teacher especially; do you have memories of being taken
seriously by the important adults around you?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2951; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Honestly,
that comes directly from my experience as a single parent of three
very different children who had very specific parenting needs. I've
always liked children—I like their honesty and spontaneity and
depth. But the concept of taking them seriously—which to me means
seeing the world from their perspective and truly respecting that
perspective—didn't come naturally to me. My own needs as a young,
harried mother with three kids to raise clouded my view of their
needs. So that was something I really had to work at, and I'd say
it's the bedrock of my relationships with all three of my children,
who are adults (or close to it) now.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">7.
Can you think of a time where a grown up in your life either got it
right, understood and really took you seriously – or, failed
spectacularly to do that? For example, when I asked my 14-year-old
son, Max, if there was a time where I failed to take him seriously,
he told about a time when he was six and his younger brother Jay was
two; my husband and I were outside gardening, and the boys were
inside, we thought perfectly safe as we checked on them frequently,
but there was a two-or-three minute period were Max was trying to
alert us to the fact that Jay was hanging by his hands from Max's
loft! As he put it while we were talking about this recently, our not
taking him seriously was an "epic fail."</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2a56; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Growing
up in my childhood home, there was one thing that was always
downplayed, and that was illness. This is peculiar because my father
was a physician, but perhaps that's at the heart of it. Spending his
days taking care of truly sick patients might have made him less
inclined to take our aches and pains seriously. So in my family,
sickness was never taken seriously, until it was really serious! We
had a motto: "If you're not dead, you're fine." I can
remember a few times when even I didn't take my own pain seriously.
When I was in the sixth grade, I was playing on the jungle gym after
school and fell, broke </span><span style="color: #ff2a56; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><u>both</u> </span><span style="color: #ff2a56; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">my
arms, and then walked home, because I figured it wasn't all that
serious. (I wasn't dead, so I must be all right!) My instinct wasn't
to look for help or to assess my condition, but my instinct was to go
home.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">8.
These days, you don't have to look very far to find a parent who is
more engaged with his or her smart phone than his or her child; a
private worry of mine is that children, and their thoughts and ideas,
garner far less respect because parents are so distracted. Do you
share this worry, or do you feel more optimistic about this than me?
Any advice or ideas for parents to help them take their children more
seriously?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2a57; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Oh, no optimism here. I think our
brains are being eaten alive by the electronics in our lives, and the
situation is only get worse as we allow ourselves to be more and more
wired (think the Apple Watch). There's all kinds of research about
the neuroscience behind our addiction to meaningless digital input,
the ways in which those little hits of useless information and hollow
contact stimulate the brain in an illusionary simulation of pleasure.
The advice I have is simple. Get off the digital merry-go-round. Take
control. At specific times of the day, in specific situations, turn
off the device. I know it's hard to do. I live a large part of my day
on my laptop (writing) and hooked up to the internet (doing
research). But I set specific limits. When my teenage daughter walks
in the door after school, I walk out of my office. I can't pay
attention to her when I'm sitting at my computer. So I leave the
computer behind. As for cell phones—oh, just put them away. You're
missing your life when you're on your cell phone.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">9.
Are there any new projects on the horizon that you could talk about?</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #ff2a58; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">I'm writing a four-book series about two smart
girls in a very small town who can't help but get into trouble
because they're bored. (Think Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn as
seventh-grade girls in the 21st century.) The pub date for the first
book is Fall 2015. And I'm writing a middle-grade time-travel novel
with a thirteen-year-old boy protagonist who finds himself traveling
on a ship of ghosts, which will be released in Spring 2016. Also, in
the Summer of 2016, I will have a picture book out that's called
PANDA PANTS. It's about a boy Panda who wants pants and his father
who just thinks that's ridiculous. (Back to the idea of parents not
taking their kids seriously!)</span></blockquote>
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This has come up a lot around here lately, as the boys get older and put more and more of their own ideas into what they do all day. It's made me remember, from what seems like a long time ago, when I could say to them "hey, that class about rocket science/archaeology/drawing sounds interesting, want to try it?" and confidently expect an unequivocal – enthusiastic – "yes!"<br />
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Even strewing things nonchalantly around the house doesn't work as well as it used to, although that is probably because I still strew things based on pre-tween interests… Books about building with Lego or paper airplanes just don't get picked up anymore.<br />
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Now, strewn items are more likely to be those that Ben and I just forgot to pick up, which brings me to my original point. When somebody is done reading, for example, Smithsonian magazine and leaves it open on the table to an article about Abraham Lincoln, just by accident, and then Owen sits down next to it to eat breakfast, is the article about Abraham Lincoln what he reads? No, he is far more interested in the side effects for the prescription drug advertisement on the facing page. He giggles his head off, reading about some of the really sickening side effects and asks: why would anyone in their right mind take that medicine when it causes such awful side effects, sometimes even causing what it supposedly cures?<br />
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Which inevitably leads to this: <a href="http://www.dirtybutton.com/videos/780-happy-fun-ball/">It's happy! It's fun! It's Happy Fun Ball</a>!<br />
(Best line: Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.)<br />
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Which leads to one of our many conversations about advertising, truth, incentives, ethics… and suddenly both 10- and 14-year-olds are excited, engaged, laughing, sharing, thinking for themselves.<br />
We have entered an age where an interest in Green Day leads to the mastery of bar chords, where the desire to share about Dungeons and Dragons leads to a writing game called The Silent Conversation because the only way I can stand to hear one more fact about D&D is silently.<br />
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Sometimes, it is still really hard to embrace the non-linear learning, because I wonder, what if they're not learning the right stuff? I wish the learning could be more linear, that there was some proscribed path leading brightly into the future for them. At times like that, I try to look to the past, especially the very recent past in which they have made wonderfully sound decisions for themselves that carry their interests forward. Luke, working with power tools, plumb lines, and angles to help build our new gaga pit; Owen striving to improve his bike riding skills to ride all over the campground with his cousins, both expert riders.<br />
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Could it be that they really are on a proscribed path leading brightly to the future?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-42084553770488972022014-06-23T13:15:00.000-04:002014-06-23T13:15:38.532-04:00How to Have a Great IdeaOne of my favorite podcasts, <a href="http://blogs.wgbh.org/innovation-hub/">Innovation Hub</a>, recently did a show on how people get really inspired ideas – the kind that change the course of their lives or careers. Host Kara Miller (a favorite radio personality, she always asks such great questions) spoke with <a href="http://www.fransjohansson.com/">Frans Johanssen</a>, author of The Medici Effect, and at the end of their conversation Kara asked listeners how they get ideas… And I thought, I can answer that!<br />
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My great ideas come from a combination of three things: creative constraint, percolation, and interaction with people, books, and media (like awesome podcasts!)<br />
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I'll take the last one first: thank goodness, my life is full of great conversations, listening, and reading. Ben and I have always loved talking together (well, except for that one time when the kids were away and we had a huge fight about, for some reason, incentive pay for teachers), and Luke and Owen ask the most amazing questions, starting from when they were really small. Personal favorite, when Owen was two: "Mom, where was I <i>before</i> I was in your belly?" As a family, we often talk about history and current events. Mostly our conversations focus on academic-minded topics, like using technology to solve problems, or behavioral economics. About a year ago, I put the book <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/freakonomics-a-rogue-economist-explores-the-hidden-side-of-everything-id-9780060731335.aspx">Freakonomics</a> into 13-year-old Luke's hands, and it changed his life – then, he took a Harvard Secondary School Program class in game theory, and changed mine right back. (I am currently kind of <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2014/06/so-books.html">obsessed with game theory</a>.)<br />
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In his great book, <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/talk-like-ted-the-9-public-speaking-secrets-of-the-world-s-top-minds-id-9781447261131.aspx">Talk Like TED</a>, Carmine Gallo discusses the 18-minute maximum length of a TED talk, referring to it as a creative constraint – I guess in public speaking, an 18-minute presentation is super short, which helps the speaker distill his or her presentation into the clearest, most crystallized form.<br />
In my life, these last three years have been <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2014/05/eye-of-tiger_15.html">quite a restrictive form of creative constraint</a>; with an arthritic-like tendon condition that affects every part of my body, I have sometimes felt like I am in a box that keeps getting smaller and smaller. To preserve my sanity, I have had to find ways of stimulating my brain without overusing my limbs, enjoying participation in the world of ideas through reading, podcasts, and more recently with voice recognition software. Also, music has been a huge help –<a href="https://www.spotify.com/us/">Spotify</a> in particular is a favorite in our home, because of its serendipitous nature and fabulous playlists – and meditation has saved my bacon too, even though I am the world's worst meditator.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Owen, at four, 'meditating' with a book</td></tr>
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But there's more to this than just preserving sanity; the biggest change has to do with the inner life I have been developing in these years of limited physical ability. Fascinatingly, it turns out that the end-runs that I must do around my physical limitations have led to an expansion of the abilities of my mind. In other words, I am not just coping with disability – the disability is leading to some higher-level thinking that I never would've had, without the disability. Creative constraint, baby!<br />
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Patience turns out to be another gift these last three years have given me. I have learned several different forms of patience, from waiting for pain to subside after a tough physical therapy session to spending months helping my muscles return from extreme atrophy. But my favorite form of patience is the kind that I've come to call percolation – it happens with, say, the idea that you write down at night, and when you wake up in the morning, it has morphed into something a little bit more interesting, or relevant, or viable. Sometimes this process takes days, or weeks even, and is always so rewarding.<br />
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Most of my ideas have to do with home, hearth, and family, which makes good sense given that I am a homeschooling mama. They are perhaps not life- or career-changing, but they make our household run a little more smoothly, help the boys figure something out in their learning, or bring us all closer together.<br />
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But recently, I had an idea that is about a little bit more than just our family. It has to do with the changing face of childhood in our culture, with how we treat kids growing up in this place and time. As an educator, I learned that giving kids – even very young kids – real choices and real control over their lives helps them learn better. However, as a society <a href="http://www.allianceforchildhood.org/sites/allianceforchildhood.org/files/file/kindergarten_report.pdf">we seem to be doing the opposite</a> and causing a crisis with our young children. That link up there will bring you to a study, Crisis in the Kindergarten, by Joan Almon and Edward Miller and endorsed by the Alliance for Childhood, a group that is full of early childhood luminaries and geniuses such as Howard Gardner and Vivian Gussin Paley, two of my heroes. The study shows that, nationwide, the time that children spend making their own choices in a school day is mostly extremely limited, and sometimes nonexistent.<br />
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It seems that we are scheduling our children's days to be full of learning experiences, which sounds like a good thing. But between test prep, squeezed budgets that limit recess and other self-directed time in a day, and the kind of hectic, crazy lives that we all live with as we try to get everybody to their music or sports practices, kids are losing the ability to stretch their own imaginations, and implement their own ideas.<br />
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Anyway, the idea that came to me (through creative constraint, reading and conversation, and especially percolation) was this: when we take away a child's ability to make choices and have some control, we fail to take them seriously.<br />
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Think about that for a minute. Think about how, when a decision that concerns you is made without your input, how disrespected that can make you feel. Think about how difficult that is to combat – even as an adult.<br />
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My idea for exploring this is called <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-sincerity-project.html">The Sincerity Project</a>, and even though it seems like quite a small shift in perspective, it is leading to big changes in how I view teaching, learning, and parenting. I can't wait to share more about it!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-10331430466494153612014-06-22T12:33:00.000-04:002014-06-22T12:33:58.460-04:00So, Books!A winter and spring in which you can barely use your arms for keyboarding, screen-scrolling, cooking, or pretty much anything else leaves you with a lot of time to sit with a book open on your lap – silver lining city!<br />
Here are some favorites that have kept me amused, and have helped me learn, sometimes about stuff I never even knew I needed to learn about. So, in completely random order:<br />
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<a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/the-price-of-privilege-how-parental-pressure-and-material-advantage-are-creating-a-generation-of-id-9780060595852.aspx">The Price of Privilege</a> by Madeline Levine totally blew my mind. Written by a psychiatrist, it details a phenomenon with which therapists nationwide are currently grappling, namely, that children and teens who outwardly appear to have every need taken care of are instead full of anxiety caused by pressure to succeed, and in huge numbers are turning to alcohol and drugs, destroying their futures and inner lives at the same time. It is a real eye-opener for anyone with children or who cares about children, and the author shares many great ideas for helping now.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Lost-Art-Feeding-Kids/dp/0807032999/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403451226&sr=8-1&keywords=the+lost+art+of+feeding+children">The Lost Art of Feeding Kids</a> by Jeannie Marshall was a favorite for so many reasons: the recipes, her description of the wonders of living in Italy with children, and especially for the analysis of how and why our foodways have become so broken. Read this if you've been wondering about the how and why, and also about how to start fixing.<br />
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<a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/the-lemonade-war-id-9780547237657.aspx">The Lemonade War</a> Series, five books in all by Jacqueline Davies, is a rarity in that each book is about some different aspect of childhood and deals with serious stuff but in a way that is really appealing to children – and adults! Chapters alternate between the perspectives of a brother and sister, instantly making it a series for both genders, and one of my favorite things is that the author never uses labels. There are characters in these books with serious challenges, and any adult reading will be tempted to put those characters into a labeled box; but children interact with others at a more basic, label-free level, and the author does a fantastic job of highlighting the importance of that. Read these because they are fun and entertaining – and also because they will give you and your children a way to approach complex issues such as sibling rivalry, ill or aging grandparents, bullying, divorce… The list goes on.<br />
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Finally, my current obsession is <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/jane-austen-game-theorist-id-9780691155760.aspx">Jane Austen, Game Theorist</a> by Michael Suk-you Chew. Actually, it is a uniting of two long-time obsessions, the novels of Jane Austen and the economic school of thought that is game theory. I know, they sound like two things that could never, ever be united – but the author makes an excellent and compelling case that Jane Austen was in fact the first game theorist. If you love Jane Austen and have never heard of game theory – or vice versa – then you might enjoy this book very much. And, if like me you love both, thenI know you will enjoy this book very much!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-63768966967528174602014-06-11T10:46:00.000-04:002014-06-23T11:03:25.097-04:00The Sincerity ProjectRecently, I have been thinking about my roots as a teacher of
early childhood education. As the boys grow into the teen and tween
stages, we are leaving early childhood behind in our family, and
I've been thinking about what a truly special time early childhood is
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I have been thinking about something else, too, and that
is the idea of taking children seriously. It's very easy to just blow
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So, if you have kids in your home or your life, try to take them seriously. Try to honor their ideas and their attempts at communicating them. Because children who are taken seriously when they are young grow into people whose ideas can have a big impact in our world.<br />
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<br />Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-9458324699260065692014-05-15T10:23:00.000-04:002014-05-15T10:23:24.918-04:00Eye of the TigerHere is something I bet you didn't know about needing a wheelchair: it brings out the crazy in your friends. In the six months or so that I used one, I lost count of the times when friends couldn't resist trying for warp speed while pushing me through a parking lot, or down a hotel hallway, or on a crowded sidewalk in Newport. There was even one night when, after making sure that I was securely on my barstool, a buddy popped wheelies in my chair until he flipped it over.<br />
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This past December, as I laced up ice skates for the first time since beginning my unwanted dance with chronic tendinitis, I realized it was almost exactly 2 years since I first needed the chair. The silliness of friends and family is what made that accursed chair bearable; without them, it would only remind me of the howling pain and fear of the unknown which I felt during many of those months.
It took a long time, but my legs regained their strength.<br />
The problem with tendons is, they aren't just in your legs. These past few years have been a long series of whanging my head on a proverbial garden rake that I had left carelessly lying around, saying to myself “jeez, I better move that rake,” and then whanging my head again. And again. And…<br />
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This time around, the recovering tendons are in one elbow and the other thumb. Poor Ben is doing all my jobs, plus all his usual jobs; thankfully, our homeschooling Village and amazing network of friends and family are helping with moral support and meals. Also thankfully, Luke and Owen enjoy cooking, and are learning great lessons in ability, disability, and home economics. (Luke and Owen, in my completely unbiased opinion, are two of the best kids on the planet. But I'll save my gushing for another post.)<br />
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So, what's a girl to do when she can't use her hands for writing, typing, cooking, cleaning, card-playing, making music, knitting, or anything really, beyond holding a fork? Well, I've spent a lot of time in my own head, learning patience. Also, I have read some great books – again, another post – thunk thoughts both shallow and deep, and used my voice, sometimes for singing, sometimes for conversation and laughter, and sometimes, as now, for writing.<br />
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I have really missed blogging. I have missed having my own little corner of the Internet to share my opinions, and more importantly ask yours. I have missed documenting the boys' growth and development through the blog, where I can really highlight their joyful approach to life. Most, I have missed blogging as a space to discuss meta-learning, the learning that has gone on for me above (and because of) my children's learning.<br />
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In that last category, I include lessons they have taught me, like the time Luke rang the bell at the top of the climbing wall, things I have learned as the facilitator of their learning, and conversations I've had with others here in this blog about homeschooling, about learning, about teaching.<br />
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My hope is to blog again. Probably I will start off with fewer pics and hyperlinks, as both of those require hand power that I don't have.<br />
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Can I stave off the garden rake and bring the blog back to life at the same time? Well, we'll see.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-67193120957839779272012-04-18T15:17:00.004-04:002012-04-18T15:34:32.050-04:00Slowly, SlowlyGrowth comes in tiny packages sometimes.<br /><br />One day, I stood up and walked away from the computer without even thinking about it – no planning where to put my feet, no thinking about shifting weight from one side to the other side. Before I knew it, I was up and away.<br /><br />Another day, I discovered that I can shave my legs standing up in the shower! Funny what constitutes progress.<br /><br />Those plants in the banner up there? They are now so big, that they no longer fit on the table and have had to be moved outside into a tiny greenhouse that I got last Christmas. It's like Attack of the Nasturtiums.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RCFuVH755y0PElyb_5t6CWFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QhTTJv1Umbs/T48W2i2aqBI/AAAAAAAAEco/mUFXj1ADwlQ/s400/nasturtiums.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />Thank goodness the boys and their Dad are digging a new garden, we're gonna need it soon!<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VoxLjyTAFDmXYUmEAFatU2FlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N9ffFxaf1KQ/T48S88DRsgI/AAAAAAAAEcg/fVi8f76zhpw/s400/veggie%2520garden.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Owen learned to read in such tiny increments that I didn't realize what was happening. Over a period of about six months he went from not reading, to decoding print, to almost effortless reading with inflection and emphasis. And giggling, lots of giggling – Owen prefers comics. The other day, I asked him to choose a book to bring to physical therapy in case he got bored while I was getting treatment. As he ran off to grab his favorite Garfield, he paused, looked up at me, and asked "Mom? Am I a <span style="font-style:italic;">reader</span>?" I was so happy to be able to say to him with a big smile, "Yep!"<br /><br />Slowly, slowly – it seems like everything has been moving at a snail's pace. And yet here we are in sunny April, walking and reading and growing. It feels incremental and at the same time all at once.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-49484354418037548322012-03-15T19:35:00.004-04:002012-03-15T20:00:16.136-04:00Spring ChangesWhat a difference a month makes!<br /><br />A month ago, I wasn't walking; now, for very limited periods, I can. Also, the only thing my leg needs now is strength, so different from a month ago when every movement hurt. Big, big change!<br /><br />In February, Owen had a lot more teeth than he does now:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yuI3tk83yAgxkVMhqArAUmFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5d9U2nczv0c/T2JxPEeVERI/AAAAAAAAEcE/Af6EQ4qKM6Y/s400/Toothless.jpg" height="400" width="310" /></a><br /><br />As he's gotten more vampire-y looking, he's also developed a thirst (d'oh! cringe) for tales of that mysterious rabbit, <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/bunnicula-H0.aspx?SearchTerm=bunnicula">Bunnicula</a>. Coincidence?<br /><br />In February, we had no new seedlings. And now:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uUHl8a1PuYJYFJNRCsqHcWFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c3q1xKuEElU/T2JxLMv7uFI/AAAAAAAAEb8/Pi7RNdjBHWY/s400/Window%2520Plants%25202.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vc2JvGQaty1WAuLEhuDb0GFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9oeMlLNWFpg/T2JxSjfd0-I/AAAAAAAAEcU/7nKil_nBTgE/s400/Window%2520Plants%25201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Those nasturtiums, closest of the seedlings to the window and to the camera, have doubled in size since I took this picture yesterday.<br /><br />And the Monster Spray has been repurposed, now hydrating our plants while keeping the house monster-free:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TnBIK-Vgf5tUxu14KgY7CWFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcNWl0SpcIauZUvn3jN4_UoKW8IKwv8SaWInOTZJvKLgMEr_nvzPrn568J6ZAJI05iafHzRJvaDcqZNy7dFqndJj_Z3totnSb32UeEVtp3l4ar53r2Da9cHpR2yQ0KBs6-ri1eLQG0wuo/s400/Monster%2520Spray.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />But some things never change. As ever, Luke loves paper airplanes, and this mild winter has presented lots of opportunities for flying them.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kC2uNWu6_iF3-bmtIba1wWFlD2okKtpc5C-yz_TcQDI?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ndu2jBtrTbM/T2JxQ3udbyI/AAAAAAAAEcM/KkvmJk1YeaI/s400/airplane%2520nut.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Here's to a spring with all positive changes. Fingers crossed!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-70864691286714079302011-12-22T16:11:00.004-05:002011-12-22T17:28:26.538-05:00Unconventional Gingerbread HousesI know, a positive post from The Stone Age Techie! One that is not about health problems, or health insurance, or other sucky stuff like that. I feel lots better, largely because I started acupuncture about six weeks ago. (Think it's too expensive? So did I, until I found out about <a href="http://acupunctureconnections.com/">Community Acupuncture</a>.) It is a frickin' miracle, and between that and physical therapy I hope I am on the road to recovery.<br /><br />I've learned many lessons from these last months of illness; I think the two most important are 1) it's okay to depend on others sometimes and 2) patience really is a virtue. I want to thank everybody who contacted me here, or on Facebook, or via e-mail - your support really got me through this! I'm very lucky in my virtual friends as well as my real-world ones.<br /><br />My kids have learned many lessons too, and have spent lots of their homeschooling time honing their life skills ( laundry, chicken care, dishes, cooking, etc. ) and their patience. In a way, these months have been extra-special because we've spent more time at home with each other, playing board games and talking about everything under the sun, and just laughing together. I wish I could've blogged about the time that Luke and Owen performed a shadow-puppet show, The Lord of The Rings Part One, with a theater and puppets they'd made from scratch to cheer me up during an especially low point. I could take no pictures, but oh boy, did this work. I'm tearing up thinking about it. It was awesome.<br /><br />With health improving and Christmas coming, the month of December has been pretty exciting. The boys have been good to each other, have shared their time, energy, and even some of their hard-earned money to help less fortunate families in our area, they've been truly helpful around the house – so this week seemed like a good time to bust into the gingerbread. A few years ago, my dear friend Nicole, whose fantastic blog about unschooling you can check out <a href="http://unschoolers.org/">here</a>, somehow managed to get geometry concepts across while making gingerbread houses in the math class she taught; since then, Luke and Owen look forward to replicating that project every Christmas. Here are this year's results!<br /><br />Instead of gingerbread, we use graham crackers because they are approximately the same size as index cards. ( And they're already made – gingerbread for houses is one thing I have yet to perfect.) So first, each boy uses index cards and tape to make a model for their gingerbread house. Here is Owen's, next door to his partially completed house:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i6wnAODWFCktFEjYmmPNDSRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0t3C4wwOvls/TvOZZ5GSu4I/AAAAAAAAEaI/zio0zhQvY7E/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525203.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Barn, actually. He declared his gingerbread house would be "the old barn where Jesus was born." "You mean manger?" I asked, enjoying his substitution for a word he did not know. "Yes!" came the answer.<br /><br />It was fun to watch him design this. He spent his time painstakingly folding roof pieces and cutting small pieces for the upper walls. I wouldn't be surprised if he pulls out index cards just to build with them again sometime.<br /><br />Luke went sort of in the other direction, making a cute, fairly unconventional house… complete with outhouse in back. Here he is, putting it together:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PK-FJKs-BK7mYQO-MytBNiRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TN6L2yjUEHM/TvOZXVCuQAI/AAAAAAAAEaE/0QXjBQE1QSY/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Their eyes widened so much when I brought out the candy:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/a2nrKS4EDLYzxFWynJn3XCRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-00qY1teSrXo/TvOZcMt0lHI/AAAAAAAAEaM/fNhFCmXKcMA/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525204.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />It's rare that they see that much candy in one place, never mind in our house.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/viEbYEElvy8T-D6CwBpLniRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ilh0gXRY9IE/TvOZfOUmvEI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/shaUB1Pg2UU/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525205.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />A happy boy.<br /><br />Here's Owen putting the finishing touches on his manger:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l8R_xLSFA6WaOm14tgmb5SRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L3v_l7PKdoQ/TvOZjce0ZiI/AAAAAAAAEaU/mnJ1jd9blXc/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525206.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />This one gives you a good view of Luke's house, and outhouse:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kx-7pH1VQvCeJMfxi0Lz8yRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAu0VNN8-EzMDRTl5cQc_xHFxFmiWqD5BxZlUWBQenvvR92jsI01A1IRCyL4Nfa2wKYf5eIb-eQ_LXI8PMHOwvw7iBQ97DClt1l94QqICiWbTjKo22HH0tdqpp3iHdN0nsOvbd6lZlqPN3/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525207.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />He said at one point, "Hey Mom! I just put up a jellybean as an air freshener in the outhouse!" I haven't laughed that hard in weeks.<br /><br />And here are the finished products:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MZkEvUgTOfTVeQXDj5Q8piRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zOhkfnbC2KI/TvOZm-DlPNI/AAAAAAAAEac/l0aRhk52tuE/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525208.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Owen's manger, complete with candy gardens in front and back – and a stash of candy inside for the residents.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E0N4wf2IR4aE95r1flbo4yRpZ2PO2uQyqOx9VzttX5Y?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-n-ID7_R4GP0/TvOZpfDlcdI/AAAAAAAAEag/OGal0cJ3XXk/s400/g%252520bread%252520houses%2525209.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />And Luke's, which he designed and built and decorated all on his own. Yes, it's an outhouse, but it's <span style="font-style: italic;">his</span> outhouse, know what I mean?<br /><br />When Owen developed the idea from the Rollo chimney, Luke soon followed suit. In fact, they traded ideas, as well as candy and extra frosting, very companionably. I kept thinking how great it is that they're such good friends, how even though they fight sometimes they're very quick to make up and care very much about each other.<br /><br />And, not only can they rely on each other for help and support and fun and silliness, but Ben and I can rely on them for these things too.<br /><br />It's been just one more positive lesson to come out of the trying year of 2011.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-90081491347540594412011-11-17T17:52:00.003-05:002011-11-17T18:03:26.956-05:00A Letter in The Boston Globe!Here it <a href="http://www.bostonglobe.com/opinion/letters/2011/11/17/crying-pain-and-anguish-over-coverage-woes/zlRXmF1tQvKQqZNCbRi77I/story.html?s_campaign=sm_fb">is</a> - my letter to the editor about the effect that health care coverage is having on my family.<br />I know that this blog is about homeschooling (well, and knitting) but for the last six months our lives have been as much about health, sickness, and insurance as anything else. And this is really a blog about our life, so this is what I'm blogging about.<br /><br />In case the links stops working after today, here is the text from the letter:<br /><h1 class="main-hed">Crying in pain, and in anguish over coverage woes</h1> <h2 class="subhed"> </h2> <div class="byline"> <p> November 17, 2011</p> </div><p>RE “<a class="a" href="http://www.bostonglobe.com/opinion/2011/11/10/best-mass-health-strategy-offers-halfway-house-universal-care/j3mGN3cuspTWA0fD4nHE4H/story.html">AT best, Mass. health strategy offers halfway house to universal care</a>’’ (Op-ed, Nov. 10): I really identified with Robert Kuttner’s op-ed. From my family’s standpoint, the health care glass sure looks half empty. </p> <p>This year, I developed two fairly serious health issues, one chronic. In the midst of this crisis, my husband and I learned that our best health care option for next year, involving priced tiers, would make most of the doctors our family relies upon unaffordable for us as of Jan. 1. </p> <p>Now I cry myself to sleep, not just from the pain of my physical ailments, but from the anguish of leaving the doctors we chose, including our primary care doctors, our sons’ pediatricians, and four excellent specialists. They’re among the best in their fields, and our relationship with some of them goes back more than a decade. </p> <p id="skip-target">This experience has shaken my faith not just in our government but in our whole society. I wonder whether the soul-crushing mess that is health care in this country can ever be fixed?</p> <p>Karen Kolp </p> <em> <i class="i">Bellingham </i> </em>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-82157468550883422882011-11-08T19:44:00.003-05:002011-11-08T19:58:33.582-05:00Irony of the DayOur best health care plan option next year is the one that makes six out of the seven doctors we see, including our primary care doctors and some that we've seen for more than a decade, absolutely unaffordable (meaning that we're scrambling for all new doctors).<br />The name of this plan is the Tufts Your Choice Plan.<br /><br />Tryin' to get healthy, it continues to be a long road, so I thought it was time to check in for a mini-rant.<br /><br />I guess what bothers me most about the name of this plan is that it seems intended to make people believe that they're getting more choices, while their choices are simultaneously being limited. Six out of seven doctors, people! It's so patronizing, calling it the Your Choice Plan.<br /><br />In other news, the boys are good, the weather is lovely - I guess that's owed to us after a gigantic snowfall on the eve of Halloween - and hubby is now making better homemade pizza than I ever did. I continue to feel incredibly lucky, despite some stubborn obstacles to optimum health.<br /><br />I hope you can say the same, or better!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-84644370097097567872011-09-06T20:18:00.012-04:002011-09-06T23:53:17.454-04:00A Different Kind of MemorialSo many things in my life are different ten years on.<br />On September 10, 2001:<br /><br />I didn't intimately know the geography of Manhattan island, which I learned frantically in the hours of 9/11 because it was where my brother worked at the time.<br /><br />I trusted air travel. Slightly.<br /><br />I carried around 45 more pounds than I do now.<br /><br />I suffered from asthma, frequent migraines, post-partum depression.<br /><br />I didn't have my beautiful Owen yet. (I did have my beautiful Luke, and even through the post-partum depression, I knew what a treasure he was.)<br /><br />I was mighty interested in keeping up with the Joneses.<br /><br />I, along with my family, ate terribly.<br /><br />Really, changing that last one has led to many of the other changes. The year Owen was born I read <span style="font-style:italic;">The Tightwad Gazette</span> from cover to cover and we joined a CSA, events which precipitated the complete restructuring of our household. I even attribute homeschooling to those events, because although we didn't start that until years later, they are part of the same mindset. For me, at least.<br /><br />In the intervening decade, I've looked at the clock at exactly 9:11 stupidly often. It still gives me goosebumps, as does thinking about how close my brother came to being a victim that day. He tells of coming through the under-the-towers subway station just after the first plane struck, and getting off to change trains one stop north. While waiting he heard sirens, screams, and a bland message over the intercom about "an incident interrupting train service," and along with everyone else he just waited in that seen-it-all New Yorker way until eventually a train came and he got on. He didn't find out what was happening until he arrived forty-five minutes later at his job in northern Manhattan, all his co-workers gathered around the television weeping.<br /><br />And now, it is September of 2011. We've been adhering to our new normal as much as possible, given some health problems of mine; the boys hang with the chickens each day and have taken on the largest part of chicken-care, while Ben has had to do far more in the garden than I would like. (Just a little aside, the 2001 me would have laughed really hard at the idea of ever keeping chickens.) I've managed to put up quite a bit of salsa, tomatoes, jams, and have dehydrated several quarts of our favorite fruits.<br /><br />You may know the golden rule about food preservation: always label and date the food, lest you forget what it is or come across it later and can only wonder if it is safe to eat. Hence, the relish I made in July of last year states "Relish, 7/10." I've labeled stuff that way since 2004, when I started canning, and now that we are in September of 2011 the labels read "9/11." Goosebumps, every time.<br /><br />I've been giving serious thought to lying, to deliberately labeling everything canned, dried, or frozen during this month with the date 8/11, or 10/11.<br /><br />But I think I won't. Our country changed that day in ways that are still being realized ten years on. Our laws, politics, world view, the way that we treat neighbors and strangers alike, everything is different because of 9/11. The very fact that we in our home have learned to put by so much of our own food, to be so invested in the local economy, so embedded in our community, began with 9/11. It would feel like a denial of history to lie on those jam jars or pickle jars.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DwnfQ4AkamqMVdpap4DHpv3c0Xw83CV9bHXvCckvkck?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtHC-KqMCHwVCfuyH7eD_iqZZdixEz_qAqwufRF6_E8dlmuSaDflWVI-8FbQqKbVKmMUmF-s4ldNc5wK9mtkdt7M2hDSwKAaEPEDJaYmHbyDkTBcAelgA-W1uFaDRWD6Z7luMklugFcUU/s400/grape%252520jelly.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Boy, that last sentence sounds bizarre. How can I possibly link up denial of history to canning jars? And yet it's true. Because every time I label preserved food this month, I'm going to have goosebumps. And then this winter, every time I grab some dehydrated peaches, or apples to make pie, those goosebumps will shiver their way up my spine again. <br /><br />I'll think about how lucky I am to still have my brother, and I know that in the same moment I'll also be sad for those who did lose loved ones. I'll think about changes, especially of the wrenching negative kind, but I'll also think about the positive ones. I'll think about the kind of hope that causes a family to plant a garden and put up some produce.<br /><br />It's a tiny way of remembering, a different kind of memorial.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uFiKfs1r2W_cTUzGP97iNv3c0Xw83CV9bHXvCckvkck?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PCsNL1S3B4U/Tma6bwSsqkI/AAAAAAAAEXA/El02k8ELywk/s400/gherkins.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-22990510951770489592011-07-25T22:50:00.004-04:002011-07-25T23:14:27.905-04:00The Newlywed BlankyWell, here it is!<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IzA3fmtwxNgrGyq5KlUZxf3c0Xw83CV9bHXvCckvkck?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UxS3Puejw0E/Ti4rXWNfVTI/AAAAAAAAEWM/IQC_Z8m2a5c/s400/wedding%252520blanky%2525201.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />They aren't newlyweds anymore, but I still hope that when my baby brother and his excellent wife pull out this blanky and snuggle under it, they will remember it as made for them <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mom-is-there-special-part-of-weddings.html">on the occasion of their marriage</a>. Even though that was almost two years ago.<br /><br />Here's another picture of the blanky, because I do love pics without flash:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rmc5IC_Oa6s8phYYriQk1v3c0Xw83CV9bHXvCckvkck?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FWJxv0RSyGc/Ti4rVKKedLI/AAAAAAAAEWI/MVljY5_IMNc/s400/wedding%252520blanky%2525202.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />You can see the vertical stripes in it, one of the reasons I chose this pattern.<br /><br />Anyway, just a quick check-in here at Stone Age Techie, where we are having a summer filled with health problems and have recently adopted the motto, 'if you can't laugh, you'll only cry, so better laugh.' <br /><br />Yep, it's been that kind of summer. <br /><br />We have also had some fun, though, and some personal triumphs - the Newlywed Blanky for me, canoeing on the Saco River in Maine, where Luke did nearly all the paddling for he and I (also where the banner pic comes from), and Owen's big thrill: jumping in the shallow end of the pool <span style="font-style:italic;">from the edge</span> (and not from the steps in the water). <br /><br />Lots of great stuff! Hope your summer is full of reasons to laugh, and none to cry.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-44275624997372228022011-06-16T22:29:00.003-04:002011-06-16T23:40:02.596-04:00Don't Panic!Gosh, I didn't realize how long ago May 10 – the date of my last blog post – was.<br />In my defense, I can only say that it's been a pretty busy few weeks, and culminated in my getting sick, like hospital sick. (Not <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-matters-most.html">wisdom teeth</a> sick, though, that's still on the back burner.) For dignity's sake I will not go into what put me in the hospital; when I tell you that it involved more pain than labor and that I will continue to recover for the next probably eight weeks, that should be enough.<br />In the time leading up to my getting sick, I was making plans to go and be an angel of mercy for my parents while my mom recovered from knee surgery. I was looking forward to the trip, but not the airplane flight – flying is not my favorite mode of transportation. A week or so before I was due to go, Luke and I did a get-ready-for-bed exercise, and ever since then I've been planning to blog about the exercise.<br />I'd been really worrying about flying. I couldn't sleep for worrying, couldn't keep my mind on a book, didn't enjoy stuff I usually enjoy like playing Legos with the kids or knitting. <br />And then came the night of this exercise; I was so worried, I wasn't even looking forward to <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span>. Luke chose the Cup Exercise, the one where we design a cup, fill it with our favorite liquid, drink it down, and place the cup in a box of our own design. When we got started, all I could think was that I wanted something comforting, but I couldn't think what. <br />Then my imagination took over; suddenly the plain drinking glass I started with had turned into one of those thick, white mugs that you get in an old-fashioned diner. And something more: the words 'Don't Panic!'appeared on the mug, along with several suggestions for hitchhiking around the galaxy – things like 'always remember your towel.' When we got to the part where you fill the cup with liquid, mine miraculously filled with a perfect cup of tea, just the right sweetness and just the right amount of milk. Somehow, when on the verge of a big trip, my mind channeled The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy as just exactly what I needed; it was so right.<br />At the time, I thought the only thing I was going to have to worry about was a plane flight. My Don't Panic mug has seen me through a lot more than that, however.<br />Now, it will have to see us all through this summer; as I recover and get into the swing of summer harvesting and putting up food for the winter, I'm placing The Stone Age Techie on hold. I might be back to check in once or twice, but only plan to get back to regular blogging in September or October, when things settle down around here.<br />I hope you have a great summer, filled with all the sunshine and joy that your heart could possibly desire. See you in the fall!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-36294753677914028162011-05-10T10:11:00.002-04:002011-05-10T10:11:00.672-04:00Springtime for the Mandalorian Warriors<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BIj_0shGHTRv2ui5Mi9M2_rvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TcKuIrR_-QI/AAAAAAAAEVA/W0norsO49wc/s400/mandalorian%20warriors.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />I came upon these guys hanging out near our seedlings recently, and was struck by the difference in scale between the powerful, but teeny, warriors, and the giant baby herbs and tomato plants right next door.<br />It made me think about how big the warriors must seem to Owen, creator of their spaceship. And how just at that moment the baby plants might not have been babies at all, but part of a forest of giants. <br />Perhaps they are as big as his imagination; perhaps as big as childhood.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-75454429567587907642011-05-05T10:04:00.004-04:002011-05-05T10:11:46.428-04:00We Love Dragons...<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ISJjGfR2EJvwQ_CFngpLqfrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TcKuGhx9M3I/AAAAAAAAEU8/QznsZiABMt4/s400/dragon%20castle.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />But even more, we love the friends who provided the dragons and their amazing habitat.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-16355856670960422502011-04-26T11:26:00.003-04:002011-04-26T12:36:01.129-04:00A Visit to the Massachusetts Ministry of MagicOr, as we like to call it, the State House:<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j66VdlHC4P_uLDm5j_0v6vrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbjyigb17I/AAAAAAAAEUA/SIK3Nu2tKZo/s400/state%20house%201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Our state homeschooling organization, <a href="http://ahem.info/">Advocates for Home Education in Massachusetts</a>, planned a day for homeschoolers to visit the State House. The visit included a well-set-up scavenger hunt which took us all over the building, a State House tour, and the chance to meet with our State Representative.<br />Here are some pictures:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dEUGwvIGg9WSribYMTDGwvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj0wfRMeI/AAAAAAAAEUE/dRvjPATYOUc/s400/state%20house%202.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />Up there, that's the statue of General Hooker. One of the many well-dressed workers at the State House took time out of his busy day to tell us all about Gen. Hooker, a Civil war hero. He also discussed how, in a sculpture of a person on a horse, you can tell if the subject is alive or dead by the number of hooves on the ground or in the air. Gen. Hooker, it turns out,lived through the Civil War; had he died the horse would be rearing with both front legs off the ground.<br /><br />These next two pictures are of the Great Hall of Flags, which houses each Massachusetts town's official flag. <br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b-VpnbuTlwxKwY1epPFajvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj2qqhr-I/AAAAAAAAEUI/e-MtWfseoWQ/s400/state%20house%203%20field%20of%20flags.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PvO0jvXtRqITadpfqGgZLfrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj3mdCzVI/AAAAAAAAEUM/-LfyAwOWmvo/s400/state%20house%204%20field%20of%20flags%202.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />For much of our visit, the Great Hall of Flags was full of people and TV cameras and officials all gathered to discuss autism. It wasn't the only area of the state house bustling with senators, representatives, aides, journalists, photographers, and visitors. In most hallways and gathering spaces, people were everywhere! Another beautiful gallery, the Hall of Nurses, hosted a meeting the morning we were there attended by police officers from across the state. Just add in the flying paper airplanes that count as interoffice mail in the Ministry of Magic, and we could've been in the wizarding world.<br /> <br />It seemed like everywhere we went, there was somebody to help us. On our scavenger hunt, we needed to get into a large reception hall to find a painting of Horace Mann. A guard informed us that there was a meeting going on, we wouldn't be able to get into the reception room; as he was finishing his sentence, a senator rushed up, overruled the guard, and took us in to the room by a door further down the hallway, telling us many facts about the hall and the building as we went. When he opened the door to show us the picture, we saw officials, journalists, and photographers way over on the other side of reception hall – and the picture we were seeking was just above our heads. <br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q6BhaZilBppjZLSfj7wBtfrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWhvt1lxyVY3FVcBHnui_EE1btZA3-uMqa9byA98B0pNtsJZWnvJ4mh3r7fFW8uSRl08FKI3Yx96JPCJNeNhQTc8fBdqlPdqDdtsHUr7-E51xOmSLJDWfg4ddhXOvQEWGJ6M4Q5LhAzSDX/s400/state%20house%206.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Here is a lovely window that I enjoyed as we walked through the State House.<br /><br />We were lucky enough to meet with the representative from our area, at a moment when he had the time to give us a tour of the House Debating Chamber. This picture hangs in the chamber:<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/T6jYxVb5XqEdUU-diPzgNvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj6BYn0LI/AAAAAAAAEUU/nxD3ws-ds9s/s400/state%20house%207.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Also, our representative told us about the Sacred Cod, which you can see in the gallery below. The cod's head points toward the side of the party in power; here in Massachusetts, the cod has pointed toward the Democrat's side since 1948 – a fact which our Republican representative told us with no irony or bitterness whatsoever; I liked him for that. When you are attempting to rear children with respect for their civil government, it's nice to have your elected representatives treat the other side with civility.<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/klrIG_YaeUOT0RD7mMCy6_rvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj8wRneCI/AAAAAAAAEUc/X7pX4n--0Jw/s400/state%20house%209%20sacred%20cod.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />And, here is our group posing for a picture with the representative in the debating chamber. We are standing where the Speaker of the House stands; it was quite a feeling!<br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/o5-UnH7Jd9zirSloPnWdvvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/Tbbj7KXOuBI/AAAAAAAAEUY/CJAd1B5WD8s/s400/state%20house%208.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />One of the most memorable parts of the day for me will always be when our representative was showing Luke, Owen, and I some of the quieter chambers off to the side of the big chamber. Luke asked a really interesting question: "Representative, why is everything oval-shaped in here? I mean, the curtains, the tables, the plaster above the lights…"<br />A conversation ensued about how the architecture in this building reflects the builders' belief in equality for everyone. Our representative told us further that the chairs in the Senate Chamber are carefully set so that everyone's head is at the same height while they debate. He then asked if the boys knew about the legend of King Arthur; when they responded enthusiastically, the three of them shared in a conversation about why the Round Table was round. <br />And then:<br />Owen: "Representative, our mom lets us watch clips of a movie about King Arthur on YouTube. Have you ever heard of Monty Python?"<br />Representative: (smiling)"Yes, I have."<br />Owen:"Oh, that is one of our favorite movies to watch clips from! Have you ever seen the part with the Killer Rabbit?"<br />Representative:(smiling even wider)"Sure, I remember him!"<br />Owen:"Do you remember this part? What's he gonna do, nibble my bum?" Seriously, my six-year-old said that to our State Representative. I was a bit embarrassed, but I have to admit I also thought it was very cute – and, I think the Representative will remember our meeting with fondness. He laughed heartily at Owen's imitation.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XcxKIJTb3Hg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />As for us, we remember this visit with fondness too. Really, all that were missing were the flying interoffice memos; the State House is quite a magical place.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-8906922829536828052011-04-19T11:12:00.001-04:002011-04-19T11:12:00.166-04:00Spring Spruce-UpNearly two years ago, we blew $200 on This End Up couches from our favorite thrift shop nearby. The cushions were old, and somewhat, shall we say, eye-catching:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nKk2XoEDiQ83WAgdQ4M2FPrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaPC63Fm2bI/AAAAAAAAETU/WIkmvUChcRE/s400/old%20couch%20covers.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />But we thought, hey, we'll get covers for them, the sunflowers will be gone in a month, tops.<br /><br />Fast-forward to two weekends ago, when I happened to look into the Last Chance bin at Ikea - and got $500 worth of couch covers for $30! Sure, they were meant to fit different-sized cushions, but I thought I could make them fit ours. So, one panic attack (at the thought of using scissors on such gorgeous fabric - I made the first cuts while on the phone with my Mom, I'm so glad she was home or I might not have had the guts) and a whole lot of thread later:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Lqma69l6aSb-DY1-fbzxofrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaPC8sRxjKI/AAAAAAAAETY/b0oceibm2Gc/s400/new%20couch%20covers.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Bliss. One tiny corner of our tiny home has been tamed.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-84522686515461040562011-04-14T22:49:00.001-04:002011-04-14T22:49:00.788-04:00Cape Cod, Off-SeasonI got a few days alone with my hubby recently, to celebrate us both turning The Big 4-0. (Isn't that crazy? I hope that the next forty are as great as the last.) <br />I think I only want to visit Cape Cod in the off-season ever again! No crowds, just friendly year-round residents and blissfully empty open spaces.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t8wQABE9D4FGJ2sGc-vurfrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaO8idrNVkI/AAAAAAAAESg/_VGMnOG8G2g/s400/walk%20near%20inn.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />This is just a few steps from the inn we stayed at.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lBwoNo2e9LBy1F-lFJ01VPrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaO8l_kSidI/AAAAAAAAESk/RyH4zGRKvaU/s400/nobska%20light%207.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br />Nobksa Light, one of two lighthouses we checked out - I have a thing for lighthouses like <a href="http://topsytechie.wordpress.com/">Topsy</a> has a thing for waterfalls, so this was my kind of trip.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GtuBSBj_qgz-4lT5x_fH9frvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaO8nl0UKYI/AAAAAAAAESo/3_I8b5xYN5Y/s400/nobska%20light%203.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />The view from Nobska Light.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0mjEE7_Eo7ZzwqOAUTLmdvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaO8pBpNTUI/AAAAAAAAESs/LVHptsjy1DE/s400/nauset%20marsh%20heron%20maybe%201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Any thoughts on what this bird might be? He was hunting for lunch in Nauset Marsh.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-qzdhOtGWS4qx_nU2tUv-Prvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGob44cUbSRNYsAteJMvXD3wrERgHPrRk3XleNOFmJyuTRUNmHheOPWa2OrDFI1pFREj09_NVbn1cTTiufRgmfjLAkk7v5pPKAoxTQ8muP2IjSVp4rXG32lygy5s-xVlvK02AchTqDHyGK/s400/nauset%20light%202.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Here's the second lighthouse, Nauset Light. It overlooks Nauset Beach:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VgEUM5FJ65EmgIEmopbxpPrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ1Qq3ZsaRCI-NwlIk60T9jjiyXNAYHDrlMYNh6SHSz7ke3e19oxckwAuCIt3hGXxLRACkvxqayPHe6ZMOxRZHXAbk9Hw8EEq1sM_vL0tQKfsk_h0zXNIFkwvkGQ7bkgiS92QO7lFLJca/s400/nauset%20light%20beach%203.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />And there's Ben, way up the beach.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/icKX3GqRd6iJnelpz6AIrvrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TaO8qsoDhTI/AAAAAAAAESw/mGWUBUVqdXs/s400/nauset%20light%20beach%206.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />Notice that we are in full winter gear! It was beautiful, but very cold and windy.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mvl5CHYFZxxTJYMj7nQ_1_rvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rDQC-Am8WZH1IhiuI-bwtv62ikW8jlYADc6qo1aGJMoC4Kvrx5WC9YTvmjqqMqP-esxBwGP_yLFRMyDwbtXWRIvTd78sF5xnKjYDx93nUBMBMaOZebsgEFu_kz5US7mvbESMoybGYpAL/s400/knob%204.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />My Ben, I am so glad that you're the one I get to turn forty with! But, will you still need me when I'm sixty-four?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-12547499172460456212011-04-11T10:56:00.002-04:002011-04-11T10:56:00.625-04:00A Knitted Mug Warmer<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lA4R3TEgO7Foe4f8VVvfRyRviro1-SP6lSR3oduhzJk?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TZ0lNY-SVbI/AAAAAAAAER0/V2D371asJUA/s400/mug%20warmer%201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />So, acupuncture seems to work with tendinitis, I highly recommend it to all knitters... with my 'new' arms, I made this mug warmer as a thank-you, and I'm thinking about making one for myself too, it's so cozy!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-18771379804624441362011-04-06T22:49:00.002-04:002011-04-06T22:51:06.809-04:00Finger Puppets Rock.<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I0xXg5aR6pPmiJX8baqUqfrvx-us4PkrEOSzMsccaGY?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TZ0lhi43xbI/AAAAAAAAESE/RfpHFg1G76g/s400/knitted%20finger%20puppets.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br />I made these for a friend with a new baby, who'll need lots of entertainment, and a four-year-old who can provide it. Cute, eh?Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-89946253398582086092011-03-29T18:24:00.001-04:002011-03-29T18:24:00.752-04:00A Season in Pictures: The Leadville Mining Hall of Fame<a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zkQQuwHJfmIRsjlaLqvAzvqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMm8FqYRTUlpgtw3Nvu1lAKY6nSAs0nNHFCMHzYV9LeBy2CF4xF4KBy-pSke_Q5EglMyYg9QJpVDh2CCz1mCN8s6LjdK6y-dSK3NbXdGVesZGH2chnOnj0c67VfqzX2lRvKYirto24S_6H/s400/leadville%20diorama%201%20sluice.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />This is from a huge room of mini-dioramas explaining mining, starting with the Gold Rush; I loved this depiction of sluice-mining.<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vAsZlI4SGOsY2XU5dvgHNvqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TYljxkd6PII/AAAAAAAAEQU/R5L80zlAF7g/s400/canary%20in%20leadville%20coal%20mine.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />A canary in a coal mine, just one tiny part of just one of the amazing 'mines' you can walk through here. They really give you an idea of what miners' days were (and are) like!<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ea1xeisCD2d4yJytaXCfi_qt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TYljqG2dyNI/AAAAAAAAEQE/jkGTC35qRwo/s400/leadville%20sculpture.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /><br />A huge sculpture of a miner, mining. I also loved the elaborate stained glass windows, depicting everything from jackhammers to those huge dump trucks, one of which you can see behind the sculpture.<br /><br />The pictures simply do not do this place justice. We walked in thinking, 'okay, we'll spend an hour, how exciting can a museum about mining be?' And left thinking, 'whoa.'<br /><br />If you're ever in Leadville, Colorado, it is worth a stop!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-63928830515911623542011-03-25T11:17:00.002-04:002011-03-25T11:17:01.075-04:00A Season in Pictures: Wii-Free SwordfightingWe didn't bring the Wii out to the Rockies on our recent visit to my folks'; instead, we decided to make some swords!<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Siuh0O075qCQEfiNgjGWzPqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TYljeXtz4wI/AAAAAAAAEPs/iD_gUaePsFo/s400/swords%201.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />There they are: from left to right, Destroy, Sting, and Anduril, Flame of the West. Owen did the writing, and was very happy with the results:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ed2Bq7tWnvitad1Q1KGArvqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TYljca1kbWI/AAAAAAAAEPo/r98819u4HQk/s400/swords%202.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-70271490790957030062011-03-22T22:57:00.005-04:002011-03-23T12:11:37.136-04:00A Season in PicturesHappy spring!<br /><br />We're home from the Rockies, jet lag is all taken care of and the boys aren't quite as grumpy now, having decided that life goes on even when Grandma isn't around to spray whipped cream straight from the can into their mouths ('because I can DO that as the grandmother!' I hear her shouting happily). <br /><br />Also, I have finally uploaded many pictures from the trip and the last month or so.<br /><br />And I thought, since my arms are still healing from the chronic knitting injury I have dealt them, that I would spend at least the early spring, if not the whole thing, blogging more in images than in words.<br /><br />So, here are a few pics from the recent trip; we were spoiled with more than just whipped cream! We went dog-sledding, as in <span style="font-style:italic;">we got to mush the dogs</span>. Who were awesome, btw. In fact, Luke wants to someday start a company doing dog-sledding here in the east. Here are the boys mushing:<br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ekn3caQNXUU25bD9Xf_z0Pqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_kzNmdPQk1DU/TYljwfGPzJI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/xH1MbhwIClM/s400/ds%206.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nhJq8_3r5BpU3hor7IfxBvqt9eeKv3fupRgNNMn5XmQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWqcHALwSdIYDkhLjCQY4IW4SMd9Gk9C6kGBJqCT9uFZjpCJEHVGqNkcq2LYLH5haq7QzCzXcd0UmizrBni3jMz8B1H8kNnuY_ljYZWbbDOd9Y0AUBOwW1-zAaejP4iVSi-d4QFWJgzmA/s400/ds%2010.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Yes, at ages six and ten they got to drive a team of dogs, kind of a life highlight for them both. And me too, come to think of it.<br /><br />We are so grateful to Grandma and Grandpa for making the whole trip possible, thanks Mom and Dad!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135821839792630912.post-34053984142071027742011-03-04T00:27:00.004-05:002011-03-04T00:58:45.305-05:00Perfect Ski SoundtrackI bet you have songs that you associate with memories. I sure do, and the one song that has come up frequently while the boys and I visit my folks in the Colorado Rockies is <em>What's Up?</em> by 4 Non Blondes. It's a song that has always brought me back to really good times, and for some reason I associate it especially with skiing. <br /><br />Growing up, skiing in my family was more than just a pastime - it was an instition. My parents' first date was skiing in rural Quebec, my brothers and I were skiiers before we were five, and we skiied every winter, often getting up before dawn and driving five hours to our favorite ski hills in Vermont and New Hampshire. It was the only thing that I would willingly get up before noon for on a weekend, and a big reason why winter is still my favorite season.<br /><br />Naturally, when my folks retired from the rat race, they didn't head to Florida; they took a hard right turn, and have spent the last dozen years poo-pooing our Eastern icy skiing conditions and grabbing fresh powder by the fistful out here in the West. It really is a most remarkable place.<br /><br />So, 4 Non Blondes! Maybe <em>What's Up?</em> gets a lot of play at ski hills, because I already associated it with skiing before yesterday, when I heard it twice, first sitting in a base lodge and feeling absolutely high on the best day of skiing I've had since before Luke and Owen came along. For the first time ever, I got above the timberline without being dragged and/or nervous, and just was loving everything about it: the steeps, the bumps, the view, the sun on my face, the wide-open feeling of being at the top of the world.<br /><br />I almost got an all is right with the world feeling (want to know what that is? Click <a href="http://stoneagetechie.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-all-is-right-with-world.html">here</a>), sitting in the base lodge and thinking back on an incredible day of skiing with my father. Almost, but not quite - that feeling came about half an hour later when, on the three-minute drive back up to my parents' home, <em>What's Up?</em> started in the parking lot and finished in their driveway.<br /><br />It turns out, that's like my Dad's favorite song! So he cranked up the sound and we had all the windows down, singing our heads off heading up the mountain.<br /><br />To me, just at that moment, all really was right with the world.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033206940045546960noreply@blogger.com6