Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts

Monday, October 25, 2021

Fall sweeps in

After all those blog flashbacks to the past summer, now it is time for more recent updates. I should be working on our moving claim and a paper and a job application, but instead I am procrastinating -or perhaps I should think of this writing session as warm up writing... 

Halloween decorations are up around our new neighborhood - lots of orange lights and inflatable ghouls. We've added our own strings of lights - the purple bat lights are happily at home here where bats are a local icon because they live under the highway overpasses - we just rescued one from our swimming pool. It must have fallen from the limb above the pool. Fortunately, our youngest saw it and called out before it had time to drown. I didn't think it was going to make it because it didn't crawl/fly out of the pool skimmer net for two days, but one day I came out and it was gone, either flown or eaten. I hope the little guy lived to eat more mosquitoes!.

The bat - glad Bert got his rabies shot
Until death do us never part... Ghouls in the hood

Our lame decor, as the girls judge it

Floating pumpkin tree - originality winner

Something scary at our window - plenty of food for it. Also killed a scorpion in the kitchen the other morning - kids wanted to rescue it, but I was not going to try to mess with it.

We've also draped some of our decade old cotton spider webs to our dying live oak in the front yard. A nice oxymoron there. I called three tree services to see about having it cut down. One was $1200, one was $750, and one was $400 cash. Guess who we are going to use? How much difference is there in the process of cutting down a medium sized tree? Perhaps it's time to buy a chain saw. It might add to the spookiness of the season.

Although that tree is brown and losing leaves, most of the trees around the area show no signs of changing color.  Nonetheless, the past couple mornings have had a chill in the air. The sun is rising as we drive to school at 7:20, and setting as we eat dinner.  The seasons are changing. I planted some mums along the walkway and bought some pumpkins. We've been here for over two months now. We hosted our first dinner party a couple weeks ago0 - a homecoming dinner party for about 10 kids and most of their parents. It's starting to feel more like home - other than it still smells slightly like smokers live here after I almost burned the house down. I accidentally left a pot of chickpeas boiling in a pot of water while I took our 7 yr old and the neighbor to the park. I completely forgot about them while the girls played for an hour until I opened the door to a billow of smoke when we returned. The whole house was full of smoke - but the smoke detectors were not going off - despite the fact that they were supposedly replaced as part of the inspection process. A bit concerning. 

The latest action in the "moving on" process has been switching our medical insurance and finding civilian providers. We now have two injured athletes who need care. First our son tore his ACL playing football - he's still playing, but will need surgery when the season ends. And then last week I took our daughter to get her sore foot checked out. Probably just a ligament strain, but the doctor ordered an x-ray. She detected a joint abnormality that could be a lisfranc fracture - a rare metatarsal injury - or it could be nothing. We need to see the orthopedist, but I am still straightening out the switch from Tricare West to Tricare East Retired, because the charges for John's care aren't covered yet. Sigh. We are so used to seeing doctors for free, that this change to a co-pay system has been a bit painful. Fortunately, the foot pain seems to be subsiding this week.

Finding a dentist is next on our list - a tougher decision because we have had such up and down experiences with dentists. Some dentists seem to want to fill every soft spot in our children's mouths and make me feel like a failure because I don't oversee their brushing and flossing. Other dentists we've seen have said nothing but "see you in six months" after our biannual cleaning. I'd like to find a dentist somewhere in the middle. And wouldn't you know that my son's retainer is not fitting right any more? His lower jaw has been growing faster than his upper jaw, so he has some alignment problems. Should I try to convince him that a strong lower jaw is handsome?

I shared pictures on social media last week of our high schoolers dressed up for homecoming. Several people commented that it looked like they were transitioning well. It's a process, I answered one. This is a good example of social media deception - not intentional, although did I share these photos out of a desire to prove we are settling in? To prove to whom? I need the reminder the most. Did I share them to prop up the kids? Peer pressure from all the other homecoming shares? After spending over an hour trying to decide which pictures and whether to post, I finally hit share, and then have second guessed all day the decision, as well as regretting the time wasted on media. The fact that people see the happy smiles and think all is well shows just how well a happy smile can cover the turmoil inside.  I've also noticed lately - maybe because Instagram is sharing more "You might like this" posts, or maybe because I signed up for a promotional giveaway not realizing all the targeted suggestions I might receive  --- that there are A LOT of Catholic mom instagram accounts that show young moms in beautiful spaces with lovely clean children and pretty dresses and cool coffee mugs by beautiful planners and journaling Bibles and thoughtful reflections about growing in holiness and being thankful.  What pressure for young moms! That is a lot of beauty to live up to. Perhaps one of the things I am most grateful for is that most of my child rearing of little kids was prior to the infiltration of influencer social media accounts. Even now I am susceptible to the envy, and I have to be careful around my youngest not to have the phone out often. I guess when the older kids were her age, they wanted to watch VCR tapes and veg in front of the TV, while she wants to watch PBS apps or other shows or look at pictures. But those tapes didn't link to other accounts -  she also sometimes looks through my instagram account to see photos of the cousins, and those "suggested for you" ads are all right there for her to peruse. Fortunately, they are mostly Catholic mom lifestyle pages or Travel Europe pages or Notre Dame sports reports or Bookshelf photo accounts ... following my clicks...

Back to my first point in that paragraph -- the kids. Comparatively, the kids are doing well. They aren't coming home in tears every day, although one day a classmate did tell our 15 year old daughter that she didn't like her - then a couple days later said it was just a joke. Not a funny one. There were some tears that day. And there have been lots of tears shed by the seven year old at odd moments. She tends to feel things strongly. Even the senior broke down a few times about his knee shortly after he tore his ACL, but not from the physical pain. Since the dr gave him permission to try playing with a brace, he is playing through the pain, and every game I am afraid he'll be pulled from the field with a his lower leg at an odd angle, but we've decided the few moments of glory are worth the risk. Perhaps one day we'll regret this decision, but the pain of watching him mourn lost dreams was excruciating. And amazingly, he has had some great catches and has scored a touchdown every game - so the pain has been worth it to him. 

  

Sporty and fancy photos

Meanwhile, I still do my own fair share - or unfair share, really - of mourning. I still have a hard time stopping the broken record of self-pity and self-recrimination about taking on so much debt for a house that isn't our dream house. I'm supposed to be writing a paper about Wendell Berry for an academic conference I signed up for in February or March - it's in three weeks!!- but I can't bring myself to read him because his words are like a knife in the heart. We had the chance to make a radical change and instead chose something that isn't anything like what we had talked about. I've decided it was temporary insanity. This summer was insane.  No one wants to read anymore about this little pity party I keep having for myself, but ugh, I can't seem to leave the party.  

My solution is to keep trying to remember things to be grateful for... the sunsets, the space, the new friends. I've got a new walking friend down the street, and the neighbors had an impromptu happy hour in their driveway the other night to celebrate the cooler weather.  And I'm working as a substitute teacher for the moment while I try to decide what's next - a teaching job? a new degree, either to earn a teaching certificate or to finally finish that PhD I started years ago? Is it too late for that? Any distraction or redirect is helpful, as the parenting experts say.  Shopping for bookshelves without buying any is my biggest distraction right now. One of these days perhaps I'll commit. 

In the meantime, we have been happy to host both our own newlywed children who came for a visit a weekend ago and then this weekend my cousin's newlywed children, who came to town for a wedding. With our oldest kids, we watched the high schoolers compete in football and cross country, suffered a car break down, and then spent a day exploring downtown Austin - walking along the other Colorado River for the first time, and shopping the hipster boutiques and bootshops on South Congress. My cousins' kids spent most of their time at the wedding festivities with their friends, but Sunday morning we had a lovely visit on the back porch lingering over brunch and coffee after Mass before they headed on their drive home.  As I mentioned in the comments section to Hope, it was nice to be able to pay forward the free place to stay, since we frequently received such kindnesses in our early days.   Much to be thankful for. 

 

Getting acquainted with our new towns with the "big kids." This was my penance last week - the priest said, "Enjoy it." Sometimes you get lucky in the confessional, I guess.

And now to look forward to the weekend's haunted festivities... the spooky decorations around the neighborhood likely foreshadow a lively evening on Halloween night ... much candy has been purchased. 

  

Fall colors


Monday, October 26, 2020

October Update

Here we are a month later, deep into fall. In southern California that means we have had some of the warmest weather all year.  The pool has had a lot of use.  I've been craving cooler weather, but not minding the warmth.  I relish the heavy feeling of a warm day - probably because the days aren't relentlessly warm here, as they are in, say, Tucson, Arizona.

Our son in Tucson and his fiancee came to visit us earlier in the month to escape the heat. It was in the 80s here that weekend, but for them it was a relief from the 100s in Tucson. They spent a good portion of the weekend at the beach, and we had an Octoberfest dinner out on the back patio one night with our neighbors who used to live in Germany. The warm day made it little hard to pack away as much spaetzle and potatoes as I would have liked; the homemade pretzels and cold beer would have been enough of a meal. 

Much of the last three weeks I spent buried in books. After happily reading books and articles for the paper I committed to present at the online conference for Christianity and Literature, I finally had to sit down for hours and write.  I forget how long it takes to write and think.  I tell my students this all the time: writing is not a short process. I should have started this paper a month earlier.  As I was writing, I realized I had way too much material about Wendell Berry and Gary Snyder AND David James Duncan and Brian Doyle to fit both into a 12 page paper without skimming over a big portion of their work - which would have worked, but I didn't leave myself enough time to work out what I wanted to leave out because I had found so much wonderful material. My idea was to compare their letters with their work, but because I am not well versed in Gary Snyder's work, and because there is so much about Wendell Berry, I decided to just focus on DJD and BD, whose letters are not published, but DJD wrote a really moving tribute to BD in the intro to One Long River of Song, and by combing through their essays and the internet, I found several correspondences between the two - both literal letters and email exchanges and correspondences in their work. So that's what I ended up writing about.  It was still too long for a 20 minute presentation, so I had to skip a few  paragraphs. I think I should fix it up and submit it somewhere. I just don't know where, and after spending so many hours working on it, I don't want to look at it again for awhile. 

The online conference was actually more enjoyable than I expected. As I mentioned, the theme was friendship. I listened in on a couple of sessions - although because the conference was held on a Friday and Saturday, I had other activities scheduled to attend. That's the drawback of a virtual conference - I wasn't committed to being at other sessions. The other presenter in my section wrote about Marilyn Robinson's Housekeeping, which was good - Robinson has a new book out that I would like to read, but I think I might need to revisit Gilead.  About six other people listened in to our talks, and the conversation after we both presented was friendly and, well, conversational, instead of stiff and obligatory.  

And the keynote speech by Paul Waddell, a professor at St Norbert College, about an ethics of friendship was really good. He compared the classical definition of friendship Christianized by Aelred with Augustine's warning about being too attached to friends, but moved away from the ideal to the practical to make the point that our faith calls us to be hospitable, to be a friend and neighbor to all. He proposed a politics of charity to enact that ethic of friendship. I wish I had taken notes to explain more clearly, but I was listening in while catching up for work on class. I made the mistake of scheduling papers due the week before this conference, so I had fifty some essays to grade, in addition to grading the regular assignments AND trying to finish my own paper.  Not good timing. 

But last week I caught up, almost. I used to be two weeks ahead in publishing my online course material; now I'm a weekend ahead. We have four weeks left before finals, and two of those weeks are dedicated to presentations, so I need to finish out the year this weekend - or that was my plan. The weekend somehow slid by without much work being accomplished because I spent time with the kids on Saturday, and Sunday we had a marriage prep meeting with our mentee couple, and I had coffee with a friend in the morning after Mass. Our husbands went on retreat this weekend, so we had our own sharing session over a dark brew.  

Our conversation mostly centered on job transitions, in addition to discussions of women working (re: Amy Coney Barrett). online high school frustrations, and issues surrounding gender and sexuality.  Her husband retired this spring; mine just decided this week that he will officially retire this summer, which I have anticipated for twenty years, but now find terrifying.  Why now, you may ask? I'm asking myself the same question, even though this has been the general plan for years.  We didn't plan for a pandemic or a wedding the month before, but here we are. We've come to the point of facing either retirement or committing to a move we don't want to make. More to come on that decision. 

Other news of the month? I haven't yet mailed in my ballot, but I suppose I will this week. I just want to put my head in the sand for the next four years, regardless of who is elected. I am probably going to write in a candidate like last time around, even though advocates for both sides will tell me that my nonvote is a vote for the other person.  Our church is having adoration the day of the election, so I will pray for unity and peace whatever the outcome may be. 

We have done some fall activities - the pumpkin patch, a short hike on Saturday, pumpkin bread baking. The youngest and I participated in some home school activities - Little Flowers and a recitation day.  She can't stop talking about Halloween, even though I am not sure what that evening is going to look like. I hope we can assuage her desire to dress up and get candy by going to a couple of friends' houses.  I do not want to make a candy chute, but I bought a lot of goodies, and may just leave the bowl in front of our house even if some pre-teen might come and swipe all of it. 

I need to turn my attention now to home school - which has been very light lately. Our recitation day was a big success, but I feel like I need to do some of the fun activities that make home school more hands-on. We haven't done a science lab or history project since the first month.  Reading, arithmetic, and religion get done daily - but the other subjects often get postponed - or are just reading a story from the library about a scientist or a chapter from our history book. Does watching Magic School Bus videos count as science? Time for an injection of delight back into learning.  

Actually, I'm not giving credit to our wonderful field trip we had on Thursday to the pioneer farm. The kids learned about cider making and made corn husk dolls - and then learned about reptiles. I'm not sure why this place has a reptile zoo, but it was fun to hold snakes, pet water dogs (larval salamanders), and learn about geckos. 

Recitation Day: "What is pink" by Christina Rosetti


Tree climbing

Pumpkin haul

A daddy/daughter campout at the beahc

Our farm co-op box: a great haul this time for $35, delivered

Fall color at our house is pink

This hibiscus is hard to capture with an iphone 6 - but I'm not upgrading to 12.

Portrait of plumeria and pumpkin

Our front walkway is really a profusion of pink right now: the oleander and lantana are also blooming

Son number two has a bi-line on an article profiling craftsmen he interviewed this summer during his online internship

Pumpkin patch visit

Corn maze

Friendly goats

Piggy goats

Not so friendly sheep


Oktoberfest

Our dog and his friend we were dog sitting - these guys were mostly a whirling dervish of fur for the weekend.



Basking after hours of play
The little guy is actually a great runner - did a 5 miler the other day

Ballots any one?

We hosted a couple of small socials with work friends. This one was particularly social - perhaps because of the 3 liter...

Swimmer! Swim team started last month - no meets but intersquad scrimmages to practice. 
She's doing great!









 

Monday, December 9, 2019

Another photo review...

 Another quick life in review: We have had our first week of Advent preparation - Christmas preparation is happening in stages this year. We found the Advent wreath and our countdown calendar at the top of a box, thanks to thinking ahead when repacking last year.  We hosted the Young Life group on Monday, so I pulled out the house lights last weekend, and we set up a few greens around the house. Then on St. Nicholas day we set out the shoes - I remembered chocolate coins on time this year - and after a trip to the Post Office to send off some treats to the college students in time for finals week - we set up the nativities and a few more trinkets around the house. Today, for the second Sunday of Advent, I got out the stockings and bought some poinsettias.  We'll probably wait to get a tree until next weekend and just string lights until the boys come home from school on the 19th. I sort of like this gradual preparation. Annie made gingerbread men today, so the first batch of Christmas cookies is in the freezer.

This weekend was the first rush of holiday events. Friday was the kick-off to the local events - "Snow Mountain" and the Christmas parade down main street. Then Saturday was packed: The first four hours I spent at the home school mothers' retreat, which was preached by a Nashville Dominican who is teaching in Phoenix. She gave a wonderful talk, delivered with humor and wisdom, about the parable of the talents, reminding us that the talents are not just our gifts that we must use, but our burdens that can also bear fruit. She led off the talk with an anecdote about the bishop of Phoenix sharing his prayer of the week: "Lord, deliver me from the temptation of wishing things were otherwise."  I am frequently guilty of giving in to this temptation, as you may have noticed if you read this blog... In fact, I had stayed up late the night before wishing for our situation to be otherwise. One of the kids had said something cutting deep that made me wish  I were, yet again, a better mother - at the same time an email about school issues made me wish I were a better teacher - something that would come at the cost of being a better mother. The point was to find ways to be grateful for where we are, and to form our intellect and will to see the good of our situation. In some ways, I chafe against the idea that we should always embrace the "now" because frequently I wonder if change, even drastic change, might sometimes be a good thing - motivated by a desire for a greater good. But maybe that is wishing for things to be otherwise. And I wish I had taken notes because now some of her other insights escape me. The morning retreat and time for fellowship did make me think again about home schooling next year, although I have mixed emotions about it - mainly because I feel I don't do a good job.  Back in the day, I thought, "If I only had fewer kids, I"d do a better job." Now it's "If I only had more kids... "

After the retreat, I changed into outfit number 2 for a "Twelve Star" reception on base. This meant it was hosted by the admirals, whose stars add up to 12.  I can't remember the exact configuration now. We shook hands with a lot of flag officers, but I think there were 4 three-star admirals who were the official hosts. This was the kind of event where you make small talk for a couple hours and nibble on delicious snacks that you want to gorge on, but no one else is really eating because you don't want to have food in your teeth or eat up all your lipstick before you greet someone else. It actually wasn't as stiff as I anticipated, and we ran into a few friendly acquaintances we have seen for a while, so it was worthwhile.

When that ended, we dashed by the commissary, grabbed stuff for me to make a salad for our next event, and headed home. Got the five-year-old ready for a friend's pig-themed birthday party and sent her off with her sister, while I left in outfit number 3 (or 4 if you count my running clothes from the morning) for the spouses' Christmas potluck and ornament exchange, a slightly awkward event, but still again, an opportunity to connect with friends we haven't seen for a bit. I was so happy when I finally got into outfit number 4, comfy jammies to watch an Office Christmas special with the older teens on the couch.

With so many events crammed into the last weekend, we should have a fairly relaxing Advent. I'm reading Scott Hahn's  Joy To the World for book club, perfect for the season - helping me stay focused.

Below are a few of the events that were photographed last month.

Recent morning run: "Penelope" watching over the bay

Christmas parade! Santa on the fire engine with a cute elf we know...

"Snow" in Socal. Mountain of hay bales..

Another pic of our daughter as the friendly elf - a perk of working for the rec. center 
Grantham the sloth dressed for the holidays



From Dad's work - reconfiguring the dunes 
A funny on the theology professor's door



Skateboard artist

At the library with my workout clothes on, whom should we meet by Immaculee Ilabigiza

My running partner

A view of turkeys on the hill in Julian, CA

Getting up close and personal with the heron at Living Coast


Cross country season's last race


Flashback to Day of the Dead altar at church

I found this on my phone after LK and I had coffee with a friend -
artistic posing of Halloween gift, getting real with my chin

Bob and Minnie came for a Halloween visit. Our friend at church, Miss Ginny, made the dress




Scout awards... almost Eagle...just some paperwork left

Mother-daughter bowling date

First college admission, plus an invitation to apply to their Honors program. 

Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.
-Lemony Snicket