Saturday, November 24, 2018

The Challenge

The vacation is winding down, but I don't care.  I'm going to wring out every second of fun.  For instance, right now, I'm going to a place called Albany Bulb. I have 24 hours left of vacation.  The clock is ticking.  This just might be the best day of vacation I've ever had.  We don't know. 

Friday, November 23, 2018

The Super Hero Turkeys of 2018

Camofowlge can blend in with any natural setting.
Here, for instance, she's simultaneously blending in with the sky, a tree, the grass and a cow.

Face Gobbler:  Minion of the Overlord.  With his big tongue, Face Gobbler consumes  the faces of his foes.
He works to serve the evil overlord, Colonel Toddlingham.

Seeing Eye Turkey:  Power of Omniscience. 

Foxy Turkey:  She'll outfox anyone who tries to pull shenanigans with her tribe.

Infiniturk:  Can divide by zero and thereby obtain any number he wants.

Raina:  Brings rain to clean the skies and air.

Shelturkey:  Eliminating homelessness, Punching Out Excuses

Moo-rathon Runner:  A turkey who transforms into  a cow with long distance running stamina.

The Blue Wave:  Getting out the vote in 2020

Carol:  Instantaneously condenses the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas

Thursday, November 22, 2018

The Air

In the first days of our trip, we had smoky days with unhealthy air. We wore the masks off and on, but they weren't that comfortable. ( Sorry, Lungs).  We still managed to have indoor fun with museums, movies and meals as well as chats and chortling.  And a great get together with old college chums. We love them all so.

Yesterday we had rain.  We ventured into Chinatown and had lunch, saw a global calligraphy exhibit and watched fortune cookies being made, which was fascinating.  #1 Son got the best fortune of course:  You hold the wisdom of the ages.

We are liking this new situation where we travel to foreign lands for our Day of Thanks.  We started the day with cinnamon rolls (Eli) and pie is being made (Bill).

I'm blogging and reading a book.  All is swell on the bright side of the bay.

Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Fragile

Inspired by a snow day, I fooled around with a fiction snippet today.  You can see I have the California fires weighing me down a bit.  But other than that all is swell.  I never look a snow day in the mouth.

I woke up so early to get there on time.  Put the leash on Finn and the mask on my face and walked along 19th Avenue for a mile or so.  Poor Finn. He seemed to be lagging and confused. Was it the smoke or the earliness? By the time we got to the bridge, the sun had come up.  The smoky sky was orange and we could see the bridge towers through the haze ahead. When we reached the middle, we stood waiting.   A man nearby talked to a woman.  "The moon is in the 9th house.  Only certain Libras have the sun in the twelfth house which could be related to everything. Does that make sense?  It's the house of self determination. Saturn in the sixth house..."  She kept saying, "Uh Huh, Uh Huh" and "That makes sense," in a whispery voice.  I wanted to lean over the side and vomit right into the bay.  Would he ever shut up?  It was mid December, but it felt like summer with the smoky air blowing over the bridge from Marin, which had been on fire for weeks.  She was late.  Finn would not relax.  The buzzing of the bridge unnerved him and he circled and stepped.  She appeared out of the smoke like someone had turned on a hologram.  She pushed the bundle into my chest and held it in place because my arms weren't reaching up to take it.  I was fumbling for the envelope in my purse.  She reached down and grabbed it and walked past.  Finn stood still, staring up at me.  I wondered where I could get a mask for this baby.  A tiny mask.  I hadn't noticed any tiny masks in the Walgreens when I bought mine a week ago.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

The Fables

Have you ever listened to Fables of Faubus by Charles Mingus?

Mingus wrote it to protest Governor Faubus' use of troops to keep the Little Rock 9 kids out of Central High in 1957.  Here's part of the story that really gets me irked.  

After Eisenhower sent in federal troops and the kids were allowed to enter the school and finish the school year, Faubus CLOSED ALL THE HIGH SCHOOLS in Little Rock the next year. 

“The Lost Year” refers to the 1958–59 school year in Little Rock (Pulaski County), when all the city’s high schools were closed in an effort to block desegregation. One year after Governor Faubus used state troops to thwart federal court mandates for desegregation by the Little Rock Nine at Central High School, in September 1958, he invoked newly passed state laws to forestall further desegregation and closed Little Rock’s four high schools: Central High, Hall High, Little Rock Technical High (a white school), and Horace Mann (a black school). A total of 3,665 students, both black and white, were denied a free public education for an entire year which, increased racial tensions and further divided the community into opposing camps.  

You can read more about it here if you feel like it.  What's weird is this.  The teachers still went to work, in schools with empty classrooms.  Sure, that sounds great when you first hear about it, but let's face it.  It's not right.  

Sunday, November 11, 2018

The Cold

There's a Thirdlander I know who's been fairly distant so far this year.  She's a great student and a powerful writer, but she's not one to start the day with exuberant hugs, face breaking smiles and long stories about hilarious escapades. She's more the eye-rolling-indignant-stare-sighs-of-annoyance kind of Thirdlander, which, truth be told, has its good points.

 On Friday, we went out for an extra recess.  It was cold. The feel of snow was in the air. This gal didn't have a heavy coat.  She stood next to me, glowering.  "Usually I play happy games at recess, but right now I'm cold."

"Sorry you're cold," I told her, and I felt it sincerely.  "We're only going to be out here for ten minutes, so maybe you should run around?"

She scowled and stared off into the distance.  I stood with her, perusing the playground, wishing I hadn't lost my gloves last year.

After a prolonged silence, she blurted out, "I'm bored.  Wanna talk?"

Her question caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered.  "Sure.  Wanna walk around while we're talking?"  She did, so we did.  She had a lot to say and was an interesting conversationalist.  Took us 3 months to get here, but we're here.  Talking about our lives and braving the cold together.

Thursday, November 01, 2018

The Broom

This is how a lot of conversations go in Thirdland.  From 2 days ago---

- Dr. H.  I'm going to be a witch for Halloween.  Can I bring a broom for my costume?
- Sure.
- I can bring a broom?
- Yes.
- You're seriously going to let me bring a broom in to the classroom?
- Do you have plans to hit anyone with it?
- No!
- I think it's not a problem then.
- So, I can bring a broom?
- Right.

Then yesterday.  Same kid.  Dressed as a witch,

- I decided not to bring the broom.
- Well, you look great without it.

A lot of my time went in to that broom's presence, so I was a little resentful, but I got over it.  Our party was fun.  Great parent volunteers ran the show.  Today's going to be a Halloween hangover for everyone.  I hope we can get back on track without too much delay.  I heart Halloween, and I'm always happy to see it pass into the past.

The Astronauts

 From a Lynda Barry book, I've used the idea to have the Thirdlanders draw self portraits on occasion.  Draw yourself as Batman, a monst...