Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Wyoming scenes I'd like to paint

I just may paint some of these. I am itching to paint. (On the other hand, I came back from my trip with a new sense of purpose about some projects, and I'm going to make headway on them before I give myself the luxury of painting time.)

Old Faithful with buffalo magically trotting in front of it at just the moment of eruption:


Thermals at Yellowstone:


A cool thermal up close:


South of Jackson, WY:

On the road into Jackson, WY:


The sun through the trees, early morning in Jackson, WY:


The Madison River in Yellowstone:


Looking at the Tetons:


Waterfall on Pine Creek Trail in southern Montana:

Monday, July 13, 2009

The best vacation ever

The trip out to Yellowstone was busy, fun- and friend-filled, and just about perfect. The girls recorded everything in their journals, I have 600 photos, and I'll be coming out with a series of articles about the trip with recommendations and everything. We had, miracle of miracles, no travel problems, and even the fact that the first and last days were filled with driving long distances didn't phase the kids. (Thank Zeus for DVD players.)

I have been trying to organize the photos and select a few representative ones from each section. These are some photos with me in them (I was the cameraman for 95% of the photos we took, though).






I am not in this one (hope that's obvious):

That's Ella holding Serena, Madison holding Tatiana (not to be confused with the real-life Tatiana who is with me in the picture above). The girls got the bears at Yellowstone. You might think it would be a bad idea to procure large stuffed animals on a big out-west driving trip. I did, too. But in this case, we were both wrong. Those girls love those bears beyond any other souvenir they've ever gotten.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Off! Happy Fourth of July!

We are off to the great wilds of the Rocky Mountains and Yellowstone -- if you could call "wilds" flying to Denver and meandering up to Wyoming and Montana and staying in some nice inns and seeing all of the Yellowstone attractions and the hyper-history that is Cody, WY. (There, e.g., we are staying in an inn run by the great-granddaughter of Buffalo Bill Cody.)

I took the time to set up my email and all the programs I'd need on Ella's mini laptop yesterday, which means I don't also have to lug around this "big" old laptop. Most of the places we're staying are extremely civilized, with free wifi, so I may well be in touch.

The girls are still going gangbusters on their journals, and seem to regard them as The Most Important Thing Not to Forget. Yay!

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I never thought of "Deb" as rhyming with "Ebb"

I've had people link to my blog posts before, but rarely, if ever, have I been the subject of a rhyme. :-)

Sunday, June 28, 2009

On confidence

A friend who lacks confidence told me that she wished I could give seminars on how to do it. Barring that, though, she asked for advice. Now, I'm no psychologist; I don't know how to go about advising grown adults about how to acquire confidence when they don't have much. But I could outline my principles for her. Here is what I told her; please feel free to chime in, folks, because you nice people have great ideas.

1) All human actions either sustain what is good in human life, or destroy it, to some degree. Always plan, and then act, on the side of creation rather than destruction. In other words, don't do bad stuff, ever. Appreciating that you don't do bad stuff gives you the backbone to live confidently rather than slinking away from the world.

2) Know a lot about some things--why and how to act decently toward others, and also facts about the world. That way, there's never any shame in NOT knowing the things you don't know, and you never have to be embarrassed about it. Keep creating things, and take pleasure in what you create.

3) Be calmly objective, rather than harsh with yourself. If after careful consideration, you think you might have done something wrong, rectify it. As soon as you realize you're wrong, you're right.

4) Be your own, and only, true judge (aside from the judge that is reality); realize that people who try to tear others down are morons whose opinion does not matter. If you grasp this fully, you won't take their rejection personally, and you may even recognize their rejection as a good thing (you WANT to be rejected by the bad people). On the other hand, it certainly does help to have a close friend with a nice dry shoulder at these times; it takes me a while to shake off nastiness aimed in my direction. Either people are right, and you HAVE made a mistake (in which case see #3), or THEY'RE mistaken or possibly even evil, and you haven't.

5) Be cheerful, as unshakably cheerful as you can be. This not only elevates your confidence, but it makes others happy to be around you, which also elevates your confidence.

Other advice? Comment, please!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Last day of school & summer journals

Today was our "last day of school" -- officially -- until September.

On the spur of the moment, it occurred to me to celebrate with the girls by bringing them to Staples so I could get them Summer Journals.

(Sneaky, aren't I?)

They were so darned happy with these new journals that I have to wonder why I never thought of doing this for the last several summers. Madison got a leather-bound one that has refillable insides, and Ella got one with adorable puppies on the cover.

Now, Madison has been crankier than cranky lately, and the girls have been squabbling like mad. I'm not sure why this is, except we've been burning the candle at both ends a little. Last night Madison had a dreadful meltdown when we let her stay up too late by accident. So as of this morning we're on a bit of sugar detox again (until our trip to Yellowstone which starts in 11 days) and a rigid to-bed-at-8pm-so-you-can-read-and-relax-for-45-minutes routine. They don't mind any of this. Au contraire. In fact, they even reminded *me* that they shouldn't have chocolate milk for a while.

I proposed that in addition to reading, they use the unwinding time to write in their Summer Journals about what they do each day. This was met with eagerness beyond my wildest expectations. I mean, sure, it's a nice thing, to relax and write in a journal, but their sheer delight at the prospect surprised me. As if somehow I didn't have ample writing implements and opportunities already strewn about the house.

We're also celebrating summer by going to Seabreeze tomorrow, and then Thursday afternoon I'll take them to see Night at the Museum Part 2 (despite the poor reviews) and then swimming in a friend's pool. And after that, for the rest of the summer...well, they'd better not tell me they're bored; I'll just cackle evilly and point at the various cabinets filled with science projects and puzzles and games, tell them that being temporarily bored builds character and creativity, and go back to my work. I'll be SWAMPED this summer.

Poetry memorization for Madison

Madison has been wanting a little intellectual challenge for a prize, just for fun. She loves memorizing poetry, so for every five poems she memorizes, she gets a little prize. We're starting with a poem that I actually memorized when I was a child, a really fun one. Even more fun was to look it up on the internet and realize that there are two extra verses that hadn't been in the book I used as a child. I also hadn't known who the author was, so now I'm able to say Thanks, Arthur Guiterman, whoever you are or were!
The Superstitious Ghost
By Arthur Guiterman

I’m such a quiet little ghost,
Demure and inoffensive.
The other spirits say I’m most
absurdly apprehensive.

Through all the merry hours of night,
I’m uniformly cheerful.
I love the dark; but in the light,
I own I’m rather fearful.

Each dawn I cower down in bed,
In every brightness seeing,
That weird uncanny form of dread—
An awful Human Being!

Of course I’m told they can’t exist,
That Nature would not let them;
But Willy Spook, the Humanist,
Declares that he has met them!

He says they do not glide like us,
But walk in eerie paces;
They’re solid, not diaphanous,
With arms! and legs!! and faces!!!

And some are beggars, some are kin
Some have and some are wanting,
They squander time in doing things,
Instead of simply haunting.

They talk of “art,” the horrid crew,
And things they call “ambitions.”
Oh, yes, I know as well as you
They’re only superstitions.

But should the dreadful day arrive
When, starting up, I see one,
I’m sure ’twill scare me quite alive;
And then—Oh, then I’ll be one!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Two Cool Mom awards in one weekend

I got the Cool Mom award this weekend for arranging for a tent on my patio for the party I gave yesterday for a friend and colleague. It was a good thing I did so, because it poured all day yesterday. I got special recognition for putting beautiful white Christmas lights up all around in it. Except of course I've raised the standard, and the Young Critters are ALWAYS going to want a tent now. And the lights.

(I didn't take a picture, I was too busy. Ah, well, can't remember EVERYTHING.)

I also got a Cool Mom award for going out in the rain in my dress (I did put on sneakers) during the party and successfully defending my Tetherball Master title, against two very tall young teenage boys in turn. They put up a great fight. I was exhausted after beating the first one, but didn't rest before taking on the second.

On the other hand, if I ever do that again, I will be sure to wear wrist guards. Teenage boys can hit that ball *hard*, and 40-year-old forearms apparently bruise readily. I am wearing the battle scars with pride, though I hope I don't have to wear them for *too* long. It took four whole days for my sunburn to stop hurting last week. What is it with this suddenly-older body? Maybe I should start taking some vitamin...although WHAT vitamin, I'd have no idea. Vitamin C?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Underneath -- read it?

I'm wondering if any of my fellow writing or homeschooling mom friends has read The Underneath, by Kathi Appelt.

We're about 30% of the way into the audio book. I would never have patience for this book if we were reading it, and definitely neither would Madison -- too little plot, too much description, its lyrical-ness is extremely repetitive. I think the reader is good, has caught the rhythm of the bayou of East Texas.

But...it is extremely dark. I find it kind of compelling, but the girls are somewhat unnerved by it, especially my sensitive Madison.

Question: Is anyone willing to give me the ending in the comments? I'm not sure I should continue it with the girls. Opinions?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I don't ask questions, I just get the band-aids

Just now from Madison:

"OW! I just cut myself on my own toenail!"

Turns out the cut was on her *ring finger*. Go figure.

Happy birthday Adam Smith, Father of Modern Economics

Adam Smith was baptised on June 16, 1723 (and under the old system it was June 5), but we're celebrating him today, because, you know, why wouldn't you?
Adam Smith (baptised 16 June 1723 – 17 July 1790) was a Scottish moral philosopher and a pioneer of political economy. One of the key figures of the Scottish Enlightenment, Smith is the author of The Theory of Moral Sentiments and An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations. The latter, usually abbreviated as The Wealth of Nations, is considered his magnum opus and the first modern work of economics. Adam Smith is widely cited as the father of modern economics.


Madison will be happy at breakfast today when we do The Birthday; she's been obsessed with economics for the past two days. Anyone have any good book recommendations for a somewhat precocious 9-year-old? Thanks.


(Thanks to Greenewable blog.)

50 words New York Times readers don't know

Here is a list of the top 50 words that New York Times readers look up when they read them in the Times.

How cool is this! We're going to discuss them, one a day, at breakfast for the next 50 or so days.

Here are some that I didn't know...I might have a sense of them, but not enough to pound my fist and give a definition:

phlogiston
bonobo
Sisyphean
Atreus
apotheosis
hagiography
parlous
louche
shibboleths

Monday, June 15, 2009

Let's start with taxes

"Right now," Madison said in the car last night, "I want to start learning about everything that confuses me in the adult world. I just don't get how the adult world works, and I want to. I don't think I can finish learning this while I'm still 9 [she has 3 more months of being 9] but I think sometime when I'm 10. Let's start with TAXES. What are they, really, how are they collected, and what are they used for?"

And so we did, for the next hour.

"Defense, police, courts," she observed. "Boy, you guys sound just like the Founding Fathers." [Thanks, Scott Powell.]

Friday, June 12, 2009

She's reading in her spare time


I think the Puppy Place books, in combination with Barnes & Noble's summer reading program, have finally done it.

Yesterday, Ella started reading in her spare time, not for school. She was at it for an hour and a half or so.

A real marker in our lives.

She's doing it right now. She got up and started reading. Not playing with the computer, not watching television. Reading. For pleasure.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Bliss, however temporary

Inadvertently fell sleep last night in my bed with a girl snuggling in on each side after having read (again) the spring planting chapters of Farmer Boy. Woke at 12:30, still dressed, contact lenses still in and sticking painfully. Girls still there, small bodies flopped over me like puppies on a mommy dog. Went downstairs, worked for a couple of hours, and then came back up and saw they had filled in the gap where I was. Pried them apart gently, slid back in, and took a long, wonderful hour to get back to sleep. Tried simultaneously to revel in the experience (because I know they won't do this for too much longer) but not to dwell on how just fleeting it probably is.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Not sure how to avoid this

The girls have been squabbling an inordinate amount lately. It's really ramped up in the last month or so.

Partly, I think it's that Ella, who has historically been so easy-going, has stopped automatically giving in when Madison gets aggressive. And they're both so easy to take offense. The tiniest things get blown up.

I've had to separate them a LOT lately. Sometimes, I refuse to adjudicate, telling them only that I know that they've decided to escalate a simple discussion about what to do into a whining verbal altercation, and that I just won't allow that. It's incredibly unpleasant to listen to, and if they can't find some way politely to work it out then clearly they can't be around each other. I really, REALLY don't want them to get into this habit of communicating, so I recently came to the conclusion that it's my job to cut it off at the knees quickly, as hard as it may be to tear myself away from whatever I'm doing. I usually give them one chance to reformulate...if they can't do it, I separate them.

As I explained to them last night when my friend Patrick was over and they were going at it for no reason, it's really quite rude to subject a guest to it. I'm simply not going to allow them. They are able to see the reason in this, at least. They don't object when I separate them.

I was talking with Ella about it before she went to bed last night, because lately Madison has been reading a lot and Ella wants to play. Ella can get annoying at such times. I made what may have been a mistake by saying to Ella that when she's at the point at which she realizes reading is a marvelous adventure that she wants to do for pleasure, it will be a lot more peaceful around here because she'll understand, and want to read herself.

She burst into tears.

!?!

"Madison was SIX when she started reading books for pleasure," she sobbed. "And I'm EIGHT."

I was kind of at a loss there. I explained to her, as I have been before, that Madison was DRIVEN to read, she craved those stories and she ignored the words she didn't know, because she wanted to read the stories. And then gradually she knew all the words. At some point, Ella will want to read the stories too...Ella can read now, after all...and then she'll just do it. It kind of doesn't matter WHEN you decide to do it, I said to her.

"But what if that NEVER happens?" She was really upset.

"It will. Ella, the only reason I really have pushed you on this in school is because reading really IS such a pleasure, and the sooner you realize it, the earlier you'll be able to have the pleasure."

The thing is, and I don't know what to do about it, Ella really ISN'T driven by a passion to do, well, anything in particular. She rides along happily with whatever we're doing. But she never really pushes to learn something, accomplish something, do something, all on her own. She's gotten into the Puppy Place books, and I'm glad to indulge her in that, because I want her to have something ALL HER OWN.

It will happen when SHE decides it will happen. And I don't think she likes it being on her head. It's easier for her to think of it "happening" some day, rather than happening when she decides to put a little work in.

And I can't emphasize it too much, because then she'll feel bad that it's "her fault" for it not having happened. To be blunt, at this point, it IS "her fault," although I really don't think in those terms. And there's no need to make ELLA think in those terms, because then it will get in the way of this becoming the marvelous adventure that it really is.

I simply cannot decide whether making her read more would have good effects or bad effects. Sigh. It's all particular to the kid, and I'm amazed to find myself--the only person who would know best--in the position of not knowing what to do.

Maybe I've just got to take away the TV entirely. Not that she watches that much of it. But maybe she needs to be that much more bored.

I don't know.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Story of Stuff: YouTube Critique

The Story of Stuff has been all the rage, even among the homeschool set. Here is an analysis of the facts presented, which should make Madison feel better. (Thanks for the link from C.August on a comment on the 3 Ring Binder blog.)

Thursday, June 04, 2009

First cavity for M

Madison and Ella had a cleaning at the dentist this morning. Madison had a very negative experience when Madison was 5 or so with my old dentist, who was pretty impatient with her. I moved them to the new dentist when we moved back to Rochester 2 years ago. The new dentist is specifically a pediatric dentist, and she's great.

But Madison, who remembered the first experience, always hated the whole trip to the dentist, thoroughly and completely. She has always explained it as a matter of the loss of control of something sticking in her mouth, coupled with a gag reflex. Both girls usually want me to bring their own toothpaste instead of using the ones at the dentists', and Madison has often requested just to bring her own toothbrush, too, instead of having the hygienists use theirs. This morning, though, I bundled them out the door without it, seemingly unintentionally, not mentioning it at all. And they were fine, absolutely fine, about the cleaning, even Madison.

But then at the end, the dentist told me that Madison had a cavity. Would I like them to do the X-ray and filling now, or wait and make another appointment? I put it to Madison and she told me she wanted it now. Good, I thought. Because there would be no time for her to investigate or ask too many questions in the interim, which might make her nervous. But also bad, because it really risked ruining her first Just-Like-Normal-Kids Dental Experience with the memory of the drill and filling.

Damn, damn, and blast, I thought to myself. It became one of those exercises in total parental self-control. I hated the idea that Madison might have inherited my proclivity toward cavities, and I myself loathe getting them filled. But I couldn't exhibit anything but cool normalcy about the whole thing, because that child's antennae are sensitive beyond belief when it comes to that. I succeeded. Good Mommy.

And, the whole filling turned out to be no big deal. The dentist didn't even need Novocaine. And it was on a baby tooth, which should fall out in 3 years or so. Whew. Escaped that one by...yes...the skin of my teeth.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

BEA agent pitch update

Revised entire manuscript for 8 hours yesterday. Added exciting new plot device of embedded code letters into the clues.

Around midnight last night, sent out manuscript to the four agents who requested it at the conference last week.

As of 12pm today had already heard back from TWO of them, thanking me for sending it, saying that they're really looking forward to reading it.

One response was even from the big hifallutin agency that also represents Hollywood talent types. (I looked the agent up and saw her pedigree last night, which convinced me that her enthusiasm must have been a result of my overselling the action in my book...but I got a nice note back from her this morning, so who knows.)

Trying not to be premature but
YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY

The trip after the Pitch Slam

After I made my 3-minute pitches to prospective literary agents at the Pitch Slam at Book Expo America in New York City last week, we didn't come home. We made our way down to Washington, DC. Madison and Ella sang in the Bach Children's Chorus at the Frederick Douglass National Historic Site there, with baritone Derrick Smith.



The girls are smack in the middle, Ella on the lower level and Madison in the middle row:



And then the FDNHS had a wonderful Frederick Douglass actor do a fabulous presentation for us, including some of Douglass's speeches:



Sunday, they sang at Gettysburg, very near the spot where Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address. They sang the Gettysburg Address, actually; it was the children's chorus part of David Diamond's On Sacred Ground work for adult and children's chorus.



And then we stayed at Gettysburg with our friends and took an extra day really to "do" it.