Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Swim

This is my new truck that my friend gave me.

Yesterday I had a pleasant afternoon swim with some pals.  We also had snacks and a lot of talking.

I would like to build a small lake out in my backyard.  I don't want a pool.  I want a more natural swim setting.  A small lake with big boulders for sitting on.

This isn't just a pipe dream.  I've done my research.  Mother Earth News has a great article about the benefits of digging out a backyard swimming hole.

....Unlike an artificial pool, a pond is a unique natural asset which can't be purchased off the shelf and confers status to a property.

I'm not concerned about the whole status thing.  I just want to jump off my deck and into my small backyard lake.  And I definitely need the boulders.  Husbandman's not hip on the idea.  Yet.  But make plans for next summer my friends.  "Heading out to the lake" is going to take on a whole new meaning for all of us. 

Monday, July 28, 2014

The Focus

Thanks to kinfolk like #1 Son and Husbandman, the new classroom is coming together.  But the bad news is I gave most of my stuff away over the years so the room is looking quite bare.  Blank palette so to speak. I thought I would like a decluttered zone, but now I'm thinking it looks a bit drab in there.  People keep offering to give me stuff, so that's a bad sign.

 I'm trying to decide if I should bring in #1 Son's puppet collection.  #1 said I could, adding, "Just don't wreck 'em.  As long as you don't plan to have RIP THE STUFFING OUT OF THE PUPPETS DAY, it'll be fine."  So I think some puppets will be nice maybe.  I wish I had some little floor chairs too.  Basically, I'm longing for some clutter.   Just a teeny.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Festival

After the movie, #1 Son met us for lunch.  He played at the
Lebanon Community Day this morning.
We went to an Indianapolis Film Festival Film today.  The film is called Bluebird.  It's a sad movie and here's our review.

Lw:  So what did you think?

Hm:  I thought it was a very good movie, very well acted.  I liked the sense of place, the way the camera would linger on different factories and whatnot around the town.  I was a bit dissatisfied with the ending.  I found the soundtrack at times overbearing.

Lw:  The main character is a bus driver for kids.  Did you ever take the bus to school?

Hm:  Yes, I did.  For many, many years.

Lw:  Do you think the bus driver character can ever recover from her tragic mistake?

Hm:  Yes.  As mistakes go, it was a very understandable one.  At some point, she'll forgive herself.

Lw:  I thought the bluebird was kind of dumb.

Hm:  Why?  I didn't think that.

Lw:  A bluebird doesn't usually fly around in the middle of a snowy winter.

Hm:  I'll grant you it's unusual.  But it's plausible that it might happen.  If it were a run of the mill thing it wouldn't have distracted her.

Lw:  That's a good point, but I thought it might be a bit of superfluous symbolism.  Fist of 5?

Hm:  I'm going to give it a 3.8.

Lw.  I'll give it a 4.  Bluebird.  Pretty sad, but pretty good.  People should see it if they feel like it.

Friday, July 25, 2014

The Door

This week I had to answer the dreaded question which was "Do you want to be called Ms. or Mrs. on your nameplate above your door?"

I hesitated and then said that I'd like the nameplate to have the title of Dr. next to my name. Then I'm sad to admit that I mumbled something like, "I hope you don't think that's obnoxious."  WHAT's UP WITH THAT???   My pang of insecurity was short lived, but I still wish I hadn't said that.

When I told 20 Something about my insecurity about this she told me, "You made the right decision.  If you were a man with a doctorate they wouldn't have even asked.  They would have just put Dr. on the name plate."  I think 20 Something might be on to something here.  And most Dr. men probably wouldn't fear that their nameplate was weird or troublesome.  I don't have research to back this up, so please know it's a general conjecture and not meant to stereotype or label.

The great news is, bottom line, I'm at peace with my nameplate.  I loved all 12 years of working toward this Dr. nameplate and I'm proud of the work.  I've surveyed 8 good pals and they all agree with me.  So, it's a done deal. New nameplate, we heartily embrace thee.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thursday Creativity Share

I like this artist.  His name is Suntur. He's from Thailand.  I follow him on Instagram and his illustrations are wonderful.  Simple, joyful stuff.
Check out Suntur's illustrations by giving this site a hearty scroll.

Let's wrap it up.  A cool artist by the name of Suntur.  You can follow Suntur on Instagram.  While you're at it, follow me on instagram too if you feel like it.  I'm really getting into instagram these days.  Thursday Creativity Share. Fun stuff for fun people.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Matador

#1 Son and Nancer.  See 20 Something & Leah in the background?
Pouring down rain, flashes of lightning.  Glorious.

I'm having coffee in a dark and stormy room next to a rainy window view.  This is my kind of day.

Last week I met up with current friend / former colleague (CF/FC) on the street.  We hadn't seen each other for several years before that serendipitous moment on Kirkwood Avenue.  Her 3 year old was with her, getting a free ride in a red wagon.  ThreeYear was nervous about a possible storm.  She talked about it at length, some might say obsessively. I told her I didn't think it was going to storm and I showed her the weather site on my phone.  She checked that out and said, "But I think it could still storm and I'm afraid of thunder."

I agreed with her that thunder was loud, but I told her I love it, that I love to do exactly what I'm doing right now.  Sit in the window and watch for lightning.  I admitted that I do jump a little when I see the lightning, but I can't stop looking for it because I love it so.  We parted ways because 3 Year was getting increasingly anxious about the weather. Later I got a text from CF/FC.  On the way home, 3 Year told her, "Lee is my favorite thunder sister."

3 Year is a kid with her head on her shoulders.  Thunder Sisters Unite. It's a new club. If you want to join, you can.

ps. This post is called The Matador because I was going to write about this Russell Crowe music video that made #1 son laugh about 1,000 times yesterday, but then I changed my mind when it got to stormin'.  The Russell Crowe music video is hard to describe because it's extremely weird. FYI.

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Robins

There are 2 robins just frolicking away in the bird bath right now.  Come to find out, robins are now my favorite birds.
Bringing some boxes into school today, with the help of #1, awesomest son ever.  I did quite a few fun things today.  Husbandman said, "Looks like you're getting your life back."  Yes, I am.  That chapter was bearish, but off it went last night.  Now I'm looking forward to getting into my 3rd grade classroom.  I'm not sure I remember how to  teach the 3rdies, but I'm going to give it the old college try.  

Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Critic

I'm still working on the sample chapter to send to the editor.  I missed my deadline. Everyone's wondering why this piece of writing is taking me so long.  Every day I wonder that same thing.  There are a few reasons and let's explore them thusly in a bulleted list.

  • I'm being overly critical of the chapter and that's impeding my creativity.
  • The editor has suggested a change in direction with the book that's making a sample chapter tricky to write.
  • I have a serious problem with wanting to be in the world of the internets as often as possible.
  • Because we were gone for a year, there have been many appointments this month that I've needed to attend to.  
  • I keep getting distracted by thoughts about my new job. 
  • I'm anxious that I missed my deadline.
  • I worry that the editor will not like the sample chapter and then all this work will be for nothing and everyone will think I'm a big loser.  (This is kind of like the first item in the bulleted list, (see above) but I think it bears repeating). 
Lo, this very morning, Husbandman listened to my summary of each section of the chapter.  The last section is not in a good state right now, but it is Husbandman's professional opinion that this could be the day that I wrestle last section down to the ground.  Julia Cameron in Finding Water tells us, "Writers must write for the love of writing and not merely, or only, to fulfill a book contract."  She also says that we need to remember that the "tiniest smidgen of progress is something to be savored." Husbandman likes what I have so far.  He has been happily encouraging. Today I'm going to try to renew my friendship with the chapter.  I hope to savor its company.  Here goes.