Saturday Seven

I'm making up a new thing for Saturdays - Saturday Seven. Just seven random things about Saturday. It's hard, ya know, to think of stuff to write every dingdang day. And since I clearly suck at it, I thought having a Saturday thing would at least help me knock one day a week out of the park.

1) Winter Storms A, B, C, and D have buried Camper Vivi and killed the trampoline. I tried to shovel snow off the trampoline Thursday, but I suffered early onset frostbite, what with 36 inches of snow seeping into my boots and soaking my thighs and causing me to go sweep snow off the woodpile instead.

Care for a grilled tuna fillet?
Too bad.

2) Here's the walkway to our porch.
Bless the poor UPS man who has to walk his brown pants up this path.

I love how the snow is slowly dripping off of the roof.

3) The poor mailman.
Come rain, snow, sleet, the end of the world as we know it, he still has to grow an extendable arm to post mail to our box.
Mr. Richert did go out this afternoon to clear a path for the mail truck. Mr. Mailman saw him on his swing through the hood and flashed him a USPS thumbs up. We'll sure rest easy tonight.

4) Benjy's cave.
There's a rock on High Knob in Virginia called Benjie's Rock.
Named after an Indian who used to scalp people.
Nice little bit of trivia to pull out of your pocket at a party.

5) Ein loves a good party.

6) A party where the town blows snow from the street back into your yard.
Not that I'm complaining.
Have you ever tried to make a left turn out of a lot when you can't see around the 134-foot snow mountain on the corner?

7) My reading fluency is apparently improving.
I finished Widow for One Year last week and The Help today. I've just begun The Fourth Hand.
And I still actually read with prosody.
I can totally hear every single voice and word in my head!
I think 2nd grade reading workshop is totally working for me.

Gratitudes for today:
101: Friends - Camden and Benjy had friends over today to play. They played for 6 hours without a peep of discontent. Friends rock.

102: Aldi's for groceries. We're cutting the food bill in half here.

103: Mr. Richert is into hanging laundry in the basement on clothes lines he's rigged up. I admit that I thought this was crazy at first, but do love the way my clothes feel when I put them on. Less ironing. Less energy. It's sort of good in a way to be green.


104: The oil tank got filled today. That in itself isn't a gratitude, except that we've halved the heating bill with our freebie wood stove.

105: Diet Coke in a to-go cup with a straw

106: Sleeping till 8 a.m.

107: Hanging around Barnesey with Camden and Benjy today. And not buying anything.

108: Reading an email from a dear friend in Big Lick. Emailing her back. Like time never stopped when I moved away almost 8 years ago.

109: Finishing a wonderful book

110: Starting a promising book.

Gratitudes:

91: The boys and I made it safely to school today in spite of snowy roads with snow still pouring down.

92: Mr. Richert stayed home today to fix the heater. After calling in reinforcements (Bloomfield Heating and Oil), we solved the problem of the frozen pipe that wouldn't allow us to heat the upstairs.

93: We sure slept cozily under layers and layers of blankets last night.

94: I've started on the Beth Moore Bible study, Living Beyond Yourself, and I'm addicted to it already.

95: Get this Godwink: Beth Moore's study is on Galatians, the same book we're studying in church for the next few weeks. How cool is that?!

96: Subtracting with regrouping is getting easier. (Not for me, for my 2nd graders. I have had some facility with this skill for a few months now. ha)

97: A friend got good news on her dad yesterday. We've been praying for him.

98: We are staying on budget lockdown and aren't suffering. We CAN do more with LESS.

99: Benjy lost a tooth today. I swear, I think the child is gumming his food.

100: We can say we lived in Connecticut when they broke their record for the most snowfall in January - EVER.

Here we go, Steelers. Here we go!

Here we go, Steelers. Here we go!

Here we go, Steelers. Here we go!

Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl!

Edited to add: The only picture that is actually mine is of Baby the Snow Blower. I cannot possibly in good conscience claim the cute kitty, the gigantic snow plow, the knock-off snow blower, the snowy driveway, or the pigeon as my own.


But you knew that already. That I has snow. I has so much snow that I has not even made snow cream with this Winter Storm Clare, my second BFF. (Italicized words are for comedic purposes by the author. They do not reflect a poor command of English subject/predicate agreement)

With all this snow that had fallen as of Friday, I was reminded of one of the longer picture books I read to my school youngins as well as my own personal children.


In all honesty, its very length makes me dread reading it. I have more appreciation for picture books with fewer words. Take, for example, the Pigeon books by my favorite Mo Willems.



Pigeon would never, ever, even in his wildest dreams, go on and on and on about a bit of snow. Come on, Mo himself lives in Massachusetts.

After I got over my discomfort of reading ultra-long children's books, I turned my thoughts to the snowy driveway outside. Not so much because I heart my driveway. But Paula from Hairdresser On Fire called and wanted to see if I needed an appointment since I canceled my last one. (Remember when I had bronchitis, pink eye, and a big honkin' sinus infection? I remember it.) So, Paula invites me in for 2:00, and I say, "Sure, as long as I can get out of my driveway."


Then I think: Should I call Mr. Richert and ask him to come home from work and clean the driveway for me so that I can go pamper myself? Or, should I do it my own dingdang self?

You can see where I'm going here, no?

I decide to do it myself. How hard can it be?


This bugger is quite difficult to start, but it's a breeze to drive.
So I hear.

I did not have easy access to one of these babies, so I called Mr. Richert and shocked him into telling me how to operate Baby.



This is Baby.

She is Mr. Richert's, well, ummmm, baby.

He also has a truck named Fiona. But that's another story for another day.


The short of it is this: I, in my amazing strength and fortitude, started Baby, steered her up and down and up and down the driveway and only sprayed snow into the garage one time. I managed to clear the driveway of snow and only had to shovel out the garage. I don't think I could do that again if asked.

But at least I know how to operate the snow blower. I bet Pigeon couldn't even do that. I don't think Mr. Richert would let him.



Gratitudes:

81: I finished John Irving's Widow for One Year today.

82: After debating downloading a new John Irving book for my Droid Kindle, I totally found a hard copy of his The Fourth Hand at Savers today for $2.99! Yeah, I bought it.

83: The sun was so bright today, I had to wear shades.

84: It may be freezing cold outside, but I am blessed to have warm clothes and a home.

85: We purged out closets today and donated to Savers when we went out there. Still so much more purging to do.

86: Camden kept us in stitches at dinner tonight.

87: Kayla Aimee's Scarlette is doing well and is 3 pounds 2.4 ounces!

88: Psalm 63 ~ ^2-4 So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open,
drinking in your strength and glory.
In your generous love I am really living at last!
My lips brim praises like fountains.
I bless you every time I take a breath;
My arms wave like banners of praise to you.

89: Emma and Ein lay down together this evening for a brief nap. Tail to tail. No growls. No shakes. No hisses.

90: The embers in the woodstove burn just enough to keep us warm and cozy.

Creature of Habit

I am a creature of habit.

I had Monday off for Martin Luther King, Jr., day and Tuesday off for snow/ice.

I had last Wednesday and Thursday off for Winter Storm Benedict (my new BFF).

And now I am spoiled rotten.

Last Friday at school? Well, it was a day away from the weekend. It was a cake walk.

And today? Well, it was almost like the first day of school.

In August.

Ice. Ice. Baby.

We remembered how to read :) but had forgotten how to borrow when subtracting.


We remembered how to DO science, but forgot how to walk quietly in the hallway. It's not that I expect us to be silent in the hall. I mean, really.

It's just that I don't want to be the teacher who lets her kids YELL AT EACH OTHER when they go to music class.

It's a tightrope, I tell you.


But at the end of the day, when all the youngins were safe and sound with their people, it was NICE.

NICE.

I looked at our room, where we live and breathe and yell together. And I was happy. This is where God wants me to be from 7:25 till 3:15. In all honesty, I'm there till later on a typical day. But I'm OK with that. I'm doing the Lord's work. And I'm OK with that.

"I thank God for this most amazing day;

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky;

and for everything which is natural,

which is infinite,

which is yes."

{ee cummings}

Gratitudes:

71: No ice on the roads this morning as we drove to school

72: Two youngins got their black belts at Greensburg ATA tonight. :) (Congrats Mason and Matthew!)

73: Benjy's cheeks are so kissable!

74: I helped out with the Chamber of Commerce event at school tonight. I loved talking to other teachers about stuff that was not about teaching. Daddy was a past-president of the Wise County COC, and I know he'd have been proud to have shown up at a small Christian school in Connecticut tonight. God hands us things to do that serve both his kingdom as well as our happy memories. This was one of them. :)

75: I had yummy snacks at the COC event tonight. Enough to call it dinner.

76: I have a warm place to sleep tonight.

77: My children are sleeping like rocks.

78: It is supposed to snow A LOT on Friday!!!!

79: All of my 2nd graders can subtract with and without regrouping. :)

80: I have a Bible to read tonight before I go to bed. It is heart-breaking and mind-boggling that some people don't have that. I should NEVER take this privilege for granted.

Lessons from God

There's something soothing about settling down on the couch by a roaring fire with my lazy Snoop Dog Lima Bean and my trusty MacBook Pro. It's the new Waltons, I feel sure. Once behind my Apple, after I've checked emails and posted a status update on Facebook, I check on my blogs. Not my personal blog where I am now, but the other people's blogs. I have favorites, and I've bookmarked them into four categories.

Craftiness
Hominess
Blogginess
Teaching ~ I'd call that one teachingness, but it's just too mouthy.
Teachers don't like mouthiness.

Most of my favorites are updated daily, and the favorites of these are found under blogginess. Since Christmas, I've noticed an interesting pattern in the blogs I've read - the ones I simply must check on day after day point me straight to God's grace and love. I think my Father is using them to teach me something.

From Kayla Aimee

I've learned to pray harder. Kayla Aimee gave birth 15 weeks early to her baby Scarlette. Now Scarlette is two months old and nearly 3 pounds. I don't know Kayla Aimee or her precious child, but I do know that she needs prayer. God is using me and thousands of other readers to lift this child to him. And so I pray with more intention, with a greater desire to stay awake during my nighttime prayers, with a knowledge that God will hear our collective prayers and answer them. I am learning to pray.

From Edie

I've learned to count my blessings. Edie has written such a beautiful blog for a few years now about her family, homeschooling, decorating, and cooking. Her photos are inspiring and beautiful. Her obvious love for God is a shot in the arm on a dreary day. A few days before Christmas, Edie's house burned to the ground. Nothing survived the fire except her entire family. And she found grace in God's gift of saving her family right from the start. Yes, she writes about the grief of losing her entire home and everything that surrounded her for years, but she is a role model for keeping the faith and knowing when to count your blessings.

From Pioneer Woman


I've learned to pay more attention to my family. Pioneer Woman taught me how to cook when I was convinced I could only whip up a batch of snow cream and a cup of hot cocoa. What's a mom to cook in the summertime, huh? Pioneer Woman's Ree writes about her family life on a ranch on Oklahoma, cooking with step-by-step instructions and pictures for the cooking impaired, photography (she's an amazing photographer), homeschooling, and even the love story of meeting her husband. From Ree, I think God wants me to see glimpses of Him in the lives of my children, my husband, my pets, my own back yard, and even the meals I manage to plate for my family.

I confess that I probably spend too much time checking out the blogs. Sometimes I'm known to blog hop from the favorites of other blogs. I know I need to spend better quality time being with my family and not just alongside them, reading from my laptop. I want so much to be the wife and mother God created me to be.

But I can't get over the idea that I have something to learn from at least a handful of the blogs I like to read. So, I'm going to put this out there, in hopes that you will keep me accountable: I will check my craftiness, hominess, blogginess, and teaching blogs no more than three times a week instead of every dingdang day. And when I'm not reading my blogs, I will be with my people. I will take pictures of them, play with them, talk to them, check homework, cook, clean, and, of course, keep up this blog so that I will remember all this family time when I'm 90. God is so good to show all this to me, even through strangers who have become virtual friends.

Pistachio was in the mood for mixing tonight, so I scrambled around for ingredients to make orange brownies. And, no, they don't have chocolate in them. Although this initially disappointed me, I pressed on. And when I ate this orangey confection, I was satisfied that I didn't need chocolate any more. (tonight)


Here's the recipe copied and pasted from the Food Network:

Orange Brownies

Recipe courtesy Paula Deen

Ingredients

• 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
• 2 cups sugar
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
• 4 eggs
• 2 teaspoons pure orange extract
• 1 teaspoon grated orange zest

Glaze:

• 1 cup confectioners' sugar
• 2 tablespoons orange juice
• 1 teaspoon grated orange zest

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Grease a 13 by 9 by 2-inch pan and set aside. In a mixing bowl, stir together flour, sugar, and salt. Add butter, eggs, orange extract, and orange zest and beat with a handheld electric mixer until well blended. Pour batter into prepared pan and bake for 30 minutes, or until light golden brown and set. Remove from oven and pierce top of entire cake with a fork.

• Glaze

Combine all ingredients in a bowl, stirring until smooth. Pour glaze over cake. Cool cake and cut into squares.

In other news, I uploaded some pictures from the good camera today. The one with the super zoom lens. Imagine my joy when I found these shots of Camden and Benjy and Benedict on Wednesday. Have I told you my new BFF is Benedict? And my two favorite words in the English language are "classic nor'easter"? I think I may have mentioned this before, but it's worthy of repeating.

Digging a fort. Yes, both boys are inside that fort under the snow. And the plow was far, far away at that point, so they were relatively safe.

Care to sit for a spell?
(Do you think I was supposed to bring those cushions in before winter?)

Happy birthday, Camden! His birthday was on a snow day.
I think he planned it that way.

The mail did not run on this day.
Or at least we didn't get any.

Until next time, Classic Nor'Easters.

Gratitudes:

61: Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant. Galatians 1:10

62: The enemy tried to tempt me to stay home this morning, and it would have been so, so easy. But God wouldn't let him win. And I chose to listen to HIM. We went to church, and we were blessed.

63: I ate oranges, grapefruit, grapes, and a banana today. I ate more stuff, too, but I was really proud of the fruit part.

64: Licking the orange brownie batter bowl - Proud? Not so much.

65: Curt, the boys, and I are off tomorrow!

66: It might snow this week!

67: I made dinner. All of it. By myself.

68: Watching Curt read The Hobbit to Benjy

69: Camden spent today retrofitting his Nerf guns. As much as I don't get it, he is proud of his work, and I'm proud of his diligence. This took him all afternoon. And the guns still work - with Nerf bullets only.

70: I didn't spend one thin dime today. It's good when I can accept budget lockdown mode and work within its limitations.

Gratitudes:

51: Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed. Proverbs 16:3 (NIV)

52: Sleeping till 8:45 and being dressed and ready for the day by 9:00

53: Making breakfast for Camden and his friends

54: Eating the 2nd batch of snow cream with a 3rd batch still in the freezer

55: Remembering how Daddy always made our winters perfect with snow cream


56: Redecorating the dining room using only stuff I already owned

57: Martin Luther King Jr.

58: Time to pray

59: The Steelers are going to the Super Bowl play-offs!


60: Big Ben does the Steeler dance:

We had our first classic nor'easter on Wednesday. It was so powerful that it was named Winter Storm Benedict. Let me tell you, Benedict is my new BFF for true. (heart) How could I not love such a man as this?


The snow - all 24 inches - was so fluffy and light. Don't be fooled by the picture; that is the spray from the plow, not to mention the remnants of two boys digging tunnels down by the road. We had to warn them to dig closer to the house for fear that the snow plows would flatten not only their snow castles but their young bodies as well. In the parts of the yard they didn't trample, the snow is smooth and unspoiled. There just aren't very many of these parts, so I just look next door to Mr. Mike's house where they didn't even think to tread. Ahhhhh, that sweet snow blanket warms the cockles of my heart.


I don't think I ever shared with you that when Mr. and I were house hunting here, we actually looked at a house on Pigeon Hill Road. Yeah, I know! Pigeon!


And finally, to conclude this rambling post about snow, here's some video of Emma Lemma Snoop Dog Lima Bean leaping and frolicking about in Benedict's remains.

Gratitudes:
41: 2 snow days in a row

42: Camden and his friends having a Nerf war tonight - all the noise, all the bullets, all the giggles - happiness

43: Camden sound asleep now

44: Back at school today with a lot to do - CHECK!

45: Chef salad for lunch

46: a goodnight call from Benjy who's staying the night with his friend

47: a picture of Benjy and his friend in the hot tub texted to me - pure joy

48: wood stove warming the living room

49: Curt bringing home Chips Ahoy cookies just for me

50: most of the Nerf bullets are picked up and sitting in a box... waiting....

Dear Camden,

Who knew you'd rock my world 11 years ago and never stop?

4 years old

That you'd skip and jump and stomp and yell right into my heart and tie it up in a knot forever.

5 years old

That your smile would infect every inch of our home and I'd seek it like the sunshine every morning.

6 years old

That even at your worst, I'd love you more than myself.

7 years old

Your strength holds me up, Camden, when I'm too tired to move.

8 years old

When I'm too grieved to smile, I find hope in your living.

9 years old

How did I ever live without those blue eyes that sparkle even when they cry? They actually twinkle, did you know that?

10 years old

Do you remember the game we used to play? How you'd say, "I love you," and I'd say, "I love you to the moon and back," and you'd say, "I love you to infinity," and I'd say, "I love you to infinity and back," and you'd say, "I love you more than that," and I'd say, "You win." But really, I was the winner because I had you.

11 years old

I love you, Camden. I love your Godly spirit, your wit, your zest and your spark. Your creativity and your drive. Your determination and your wonder. Your innocence. Your dimples. Your heart. I love you and everything you are.

Love you more than that,
Mom

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I've almost completely forgotten my gratitudes!!!

31: Camden's 11th birthday

32: Snow day today!

33: Snow day tomorrow!

34: Somewhere around 24 inches of snow!

35: the absolute quiet of a snowy day

36: talking to a friend for a minute today (Hi, Francie!)

37: talking to a friend for a few minutes last night (Hi Leslie!)

38: listening to Benjy read me a story

39: helping Camden clean his room just to be nice

40: Going for a four-wheel drive with Curt and the boys just because we could

I came across this tonight on facebook. It's a New York Times article on a fascinating little experiment going on in an inner city public school in New York. It's called ...

60 First Graders,

4 Teachers,

One Loud New Way to Learn

Oh.



My.



Gosh.

I can't even think right now!

I teach 13 second graders in a private Christian school in almost-a-suburb Windsor. And I still have days when the loudness drives me to pop three Aleve with my bitter coffee that I didn't get a chance to drink by noon.

But at least I can TEACH them. And they can LEARN in relative peace even when the classical tunes are cranking and the buzz of 13 voices reading different books fills the room.

They can learn how to subtract with regrouping even when their base ten blocks are clacking on their desks and two-thirds of them are groaning for help. I can actually make it around to see each one of them before lunch even.

They can write books. WHOLE ENTIRE BOOKS with dedications and covers, capitals and periods, crafty beginnings and interesting endings about anything they are interested in. And I can meet with each and every one when they sign up for a conference.

Interruptions, you wonder? Well, yes. A couple of kids will come up to me and make a giant B with their hands. This means they want to go to the bathroom. And I trust them, so I let them go. Someone needs a pencil so they get up, go to the SHARP box, and take one. Two kids are talking about playing Bey Blades later. I make the cut motion with my hand, give them the I've-got-my-eye-on-you look, and they go back to work.

Interruptions in a 60-kid 2000-square foot space? I can't even imagine it. I go nuts when the flourescent bulbs start to buzz. Can you just hear the noise now? Even with four teachers and a 15:1 ratio, I don't think I'd ever find my sanity after a day of this madness. The sheer noise of 60 kids with sniffles in January would drive me into the quarry.

Worse, these kids are among the neediest. There are apparent issues in this class. I've taught in the inner city before. There's STUFF going on for the 18 hours these kids are not in school. Murders, drugs, homelessness, no coat, no food, no pencil for homework. School is quite possibly the only safe zone these kids have. The kids I teach now are millionaires by comparison. These 60 children represent a whole other slice of America. And as one blogger put it, they don't have a year of learning to sacrifice in an experiment.

Madness.

That's what it is. Pure madness. And it's modeled after an EXCLUSIVE PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL. Yeah. Night and day, I tell you. Would you EVER in a million years see this happening in your rich happy school districts? I doubt it. Status quo there. If they're passing the test, then don't change a thing. (Not that I agree with the test thing. But that's a whole different pie.)

I'm still fuming mad. When I think back to the article, I see these teachers running around like chickens with no heads. I see them literally falling off their chairs, smoothing out their skirts, and spending a good five minutes refocusing the kids who weren't focused to begin with. I see kids who know they're doing math, but have not a clue WHAT they're learning. I see 6-year-olds who don't know their ABCs, how to spell their names, how to read on even a kindergarten level. Who's going to find time to spend with them on their level without having to put out a fire across the room? And it's NOT the teachers' fault, though it certainly becomes their problem. THEY didn't create it. Nooooo siree. Some man who used to be a principal and knows about a preppy private school is the god of this universe. Would anybody with a choice be willing to put their children in this room? I would run screaming to Alaska, where I could see Russia, incidentally.

It's Not All Flowers And Sausages pretty much tells it like it is. In fact, there's not a word I disagree with. (Just a few choice words I try not to say. ptptptptpt) This is truly an innovation evolved into pure insanity.

Gratitudes for today ~

21: Sunny blue skies - had to wear my shades to church this morning

22: An afternoon date with my favorite 7-year-old













23: Hot cocoa with caramel and whipped cream at the Barnes and Noble cafe - with my favorite 7-year-old

24: A nice long winter's day nap this afternoon

25: Safe driving on slushy roads

26: Vintage Valentines

27: Hope for snow on Wednesday

28: Lesson plans have been done since I left school on Friday!

29: Hearing such good things about Camden who helped with the set-up at church today.

30: Your God is present among you,
a strong Warrior there to save you.
Happy to have you back, he'll calm you with his love
and delight you with his songs.
Zephaniah 3:17 The Message

Gratitudes for today













11: 4 inches of snow

12: 3 tubs of snow cream

13: 2 loads of laundry folded

14: the snow cream was delicious

15: I finished the banner that I started last week.













16: Curt made the best cube steak and gravy tonight.
We call it Salisbury steak; Camden accidentally called it Rawlsbury steak.
We're keeping his word.

17: The lion and the lamb lay down together.












18: Watching Nerf battle videos on YouTube with Camden

19: Kissing Benjy's cheeks

20: The boys are sound asleep