Saturday, March 25, 2017

My to do list in pictures

Just a typical Saturday around here. I taught piano lessons while J. wrangled children and made pancakes. Not much cleaning has happened, but we've done some other things.

The folly is all primed and ready for its real coat of paint.

We have a new mailbox all ready to put up, to replace the hideous (and breaking) plastic one that I have detested from the moment I saw it 16 years ago. (Nothing like taking care of little things right away, huh?)

I got to the library, because (oh, the horror), I was out of any fiction that I wanted to read.

I also made it to the grocery store so we have food for tonight and the rest of the week. That always makes my children happy.

This is going to be turned into dinner.

While I was at the store, J. took the younger six to the park. It sounds as though it was a more exhausting trip than usual. I think I got the better end of the bargain this time.

D. also made his weekly bread and it is cooling on the kitchen table.

Thus, we have nearly made it to the end of the day. It was a close call there for a bit. The combination of having 70+ degree weather one day and 40-something degree weather with drizzly rain the next, is not making the masses terribly happy.

Now, to go and try to keep myself away from that stack of library books, and instead tackle the enormous laundry pile in the basement. If one was placing bets, it would probably be even odds as to which activity wins out.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Friday bullets, March 24, 2017

This will be quick, I have a lot of painting to get to.

  • J. is enjoying his new job, though much of the it feels as though he is drinking from a fire hose, as far as trying to learn everything he needs to learn. Yesterday was a momentous day, and possibly a turning point, when J. mentioned that only two people started their conversations with him by saying, "So, is it true that you really do have 12 children?"
  • The internet is not always a bad thing. Yesterday, we were reading our teatime book, and one passage had one of the children wandering around her house reciting Ophelia's mad scene from Hamlet. Not wanting to waste an educational moment, I paused and asked the assembled children where the quoted lines were from. D. made an educated guess and said, "Shakespeare." I then asked which play. TM then chimes and and says, "Hamlet. Is it that part where she goes crazy?" We all pause and look at him a moment, and P. asks, "How did you know that?" TM replies, "Oh, I watched it on YouTube." 
  • Part of cleaning out The Folly meant that I found a one foot stack of financial documents which were well past their expiration date. Some of the middle girls have sat endlessly feeding these documents through our shredder. I would pass through the kitchen and I would see Y. and H. sitting with chins propped on hands, slowly feeding through the paper. Clearly, Dante missed a level of his inferno. And then the shredder decided, it, too, was done, and stopped working. They then started ripping, but now R. was able to join in. There is nothing she likes better than to be given a pair of scissors and cut paper into very small bits. She can do this endlessly. For obvious reasons, we don't always indulge this desire, but yesterday she was happy to get to help and to cut paper into little, tiny bits. 
  • I found yet one more school binder of A.'s, and in going through it, she discovered many stories and magazines she had created at about the same age that my younger crew are now. This has created a positive frenzy of writing amongst them. Each child has been carrying around a notebook and diligently writing... and writing and writing. Even K., for whom writing has never been a whole lot of fun, has filled a minimum of 4 pages of densely packed writing. When I announced today that it was going to be warm and possibly 70 degrees, he asked me to pause, got out his book, and recorded the fact in it. 
  • This writing frenzy has had its funny bits, too. Well, funny if you know what is being written. One of my children, one who is still figuring out English sounds... 'th' still comes out as 's' sometimes and 'a' and 'e' sound interchangeable to her... is also writing. Most of it is discernible. J. did come down and warn me about one particular spelling, though, and I'm glad he did. Y. wanted to write 'thanks'. Now, stop and think how this might be spelled if you are still working on the above sounds. Also stop and realize that 'nks' sounds a lot like 'x'. This is why when you read any words written s-e-x, you need to pronounce them 'thanks'. 
  • We never know what L.'s imagination is going to come up with next. Last night, L. had conscripted K. into being a stretcher bearer and we see the two of them carrying Blue Teddy (L.'s precious stuffed animal) down the stairs on a long under bed bin lid . L. then announces that Blue Teddy is very sick. "His heart went from 33 to 12 to 2. That's not good." She then wanted someone to do something about it. J. dug out something from the kitchen that could (very) vaguely pass as a defibrillator, and shocked Blue Teddy's heart back into working again, and told her he would be find, he just needed to rest. So L. and K. cart Blue Teddy up the stairs again to go rest in the hospital. As we were getting everyone tucked in, L. repeatedly informed me I was being too loud because Blue Teddy was trying to sleep. You'll be relieved to hear that Blue Teddy made it through the night, and K. and Y. have now become the designated doctors. It has been touch and go all morning, with L. coming to me to report Blue Teddy's heart numbers. This is a tricky thing, you realize. Before uttering the appropriate remark, you must first determine if these numbers are good news or bad news, otherwise you run afoul of the game... and L.'s annoyance. So far Blue Teddy is still with us, mainly because I told K. that death wasn't an option.
  • Finally, because every post with an animal picture seems to be far more popular than the ones without, a Kenzie story. Kenzie does not like thunder. He is terrified of it. He will either cower under my legs if I am sitting at my desk, or hide in the basement, or sometimes we will find him sitting and shivering in the pantry. He is definitely a storm early warning system, as he will know a storm is coming long before we have any idea. This is why sometimes one of us will open up the pantry door to find this.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

A work in progress

I don't think I've ever shown you one of the really, truly, ugly parts of the house. It's that room I've been talking about, which we've called 'The Folly' ever since we moved in. It earned its nickname because it is the room above the little garage which was (mistakenly, in my opinion) added on to the side of the house sometime in the 1920's. Wanna see?

The entrance to The Folly is through the living room. Here's the doorway. We're pretty sure this doorway used to go out to a lovely wrap-around porch which was taken off to make room for the ugly garage.

You go in and have to go up a short flight of stairs.

Here's the view of the room from the bottom of the stairs.

Oh, don't forget to look up to see the snazzy ceiling. This particular covering was also on the roof of my former kitchen when we first moved in. I don't miss it.

The room itself, before we pulled up the carpet. Yes, the fireplace works, but there is no flue covering and the insulation is an attempt to keep the cold air out.

The other side.

And continuing around the room. That doorway is at the top of the stairs.

Don't forget to overlook the paint job. I find it particularly mystifying why these colors were chosen to go with the brown carpet and the peach walls.

And the stripes around the ceiling. What you missed seeing were the orange and green plaid curtains that were in this room when we moved it. It was enough to make ones eyes bleed.

Here is the view out the windows to the front.

And the view out to the back. It really is just stuck on the side.

I had some helpers this morning. A ninja (G.)

and Superman (L.)

So we pulled up the carpet.

Because nothing can be simple or easy in this house, we discovered that the radiator was installed ON TOP of the carpet. We still need to cut it out.

The paint prep is nearly done thanks to my helpers.

I'm hoping we can start slapping carefully applying paint tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Lesser of two decorating evils

I posted this on my Facebook page, but thought you'd all like to play along, too. TM and I have been working all day up in the folly to make it look just a little more attractive. (It was... and is... the worst room in the entire house.) We have it all empty now, which was no small feat, and are moving on to slapping artfully applying paint to the walls. Like everything else in the house, we have chosen a lovely beige, the color which delights realtors and house buyers everywhere. That leaves us with the floor. The room has vaguely shag-like carpet laid down (not actually installed) on brown industrial-like tile. You know, the kind that was found in your school cafeteria. The whole packages is... not so attractive. Here's my question, which is worse? Leaving the carpet, which makes the room feel a little warmer and cozier, or taking up the carpet and showing the tile, and maybe finding a throw rug to put on it.

Ready? Head to the comments to vote. I honestly don't know which one is worse, as they are both pretty bad.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Canning dreams

Even in the midst of current and future upheaval, our late afternoon read aloud has remained constant. I think it is a big reason as to why the vast majority of the children around here have been navigating the changes better than I expected. Everyone needs constants in their lives.

The book we are currently reading is Then There Were Five by Elizabeth Enright. It is actually the last book of the Melendy Quartet, four stories about the four children in the Melendy family. I will admit to really only being familiar with the last two, this one and The Four-Story Mistake, which is one of my top favorite books from childhood. In The Four-Story Mistake, the family moves to the country into a delightfully odd house, where they find a hidden room, the door of which had been boarded over. This story fuelled house fantasies for me for years. I love these stories because I like the children. They were written and set before and during World War II, and I long for their uncomplicated existence.

Yesterday, we read about the children taking over the canning due to various circumstances. The victory garden had exploded and something had to be done with all the food. Here are some excerpts which tell the story.

"Mona slept an uneasy sleep that night, and her dreams were long dull dreams about tomatoes. She rose early for the next morning, got breakfast with Randy, and studied her canning book. By the time the boys and Willy began bringing the vegetables, she knew it almost by heart. She and Randy were enthusiastic about the first bushel-basketful of tomatoes, it seemed a treasure trove: an abundance of sleek vermillion fruit, still beaded with dew. The second bushel also looked very pretty, the third a little less so, and by the time the fourth one arrived she stared at it with an emotion of horror."

Ah, I know that feeling all too well... when the apples never seem to be done, or the peaches start exploding in a sticky mess all over the counter. The Melendy's first attempt at canning was a bit hit or miss, but then they were rescued by a neighbor who came to help.

"Daily at eight-thirty Mr. Titus arrived and presided over the culinary rites like an aproned Buddha. Randy and Mona, his handmaidens, peeled and washed vegetable after vegetable; hovered about the stove till their cheeks were crimson, opened the oven door and frowned in at the contents, lifted the lid of the enormous boiler on top of the stove releasing great steaming fogs; and gradually on every hand appeared the result of their labors. Jars upon jars of tomatoes, of tomato juice, and yellow tomato preserves. Jars of dill pickles and of India relish. While the fever was on them the girls spent their pocket money (and whatever they could wheedle out of Rush and Oliver) on crates of peaches and plums, and put up quarts of each. Intoxicated by the great sacks of extra canning sugar which Cuffy had stocked, they went even farther; experimenting with jams and conserves."

I love the line, 'when the fever was upon them' because it is so what it feels like, this madness to put food into jars for the winter. And the results are so satisfying.

"It was something. The quart jars were arranged on the shelves, and the window sills, where the light could best reveal their amber, purple, and vermillion splendor. In front of the quarts stood the pints, filled with pickles and preserves."

I love the look of row after row of canned fruits and vegetables. Summer before last, the summer of compulsive canning, yielded dozens of quarts and pints and half-pint jars to sit on my pantry shelves. Last summer? I think I may have made a little bit of something, and at this point, I don't even remember what that was. Last summer was a blur. It was a long and hard adjustment bringing home two new girls. It didn't leave much room, physically or emotionally, for doing much of anything. And now my pantry shelves are nearly empty. I can feel the madness starting to well up inside, but instead, I need to find some large boxes and start packing it all away. Canning supplies are not essential at the moment, and they will join all the other non-essentials upstairs in the pile of boxes.

And I'm back to the unknowns. Will I be able to unpack these boxes I'm about to pack this summer? I just don't know, and don't want to think about it too hard. If I can, then it would be a lot of angst for nothing, and if I can't, then I don't think I want to know ahead of time.

Monday, March 20, 2017

What it's like inside my head

Last week was not great, if you hadn't already figured that out. I don't do change well, and, frankly, this is a lot of change. Plus, right now we are in the lot of change part which is not terribly enjoyable and has far too many unknowns to be at all relaxing. I pretty much spent the past week alternating between panic, despair, and depression. I wasn't a lot of fun to be around at all. I certainly didn't enjoy my own company.

You want to hear a little of the soundtrack to which the hamster in my brain endlessly ran on its wheel?

We're moving soon.... there's so much to do... I need to pack some boxes and clean and make things look nice... we really need to get some rooms painted... when are we going to get that done?... J. sure is gone a lot with this horrible commute... I suppose we could pay someone to paint... is it worth it? ... is anyone going to want this house? ... they probably aren't going to want this house... why are putting money into things if no one is going buy the house? ... if on one buys the house, how on earth are we going to be able to move? ... we're never going to be able to move, and J. will be stuck making this commute forever... why doesn't anyone want to buy our house? ... it's a nice house, lots of room, sure it needs some work, but where are you going to find this much house at a reasonable price? ... I do like this house... I really like this kitchen... we probably won't find another house with enough storage or room or a nice kitchen... I'm not sure I want to move... but we can't make the commute work forever... and maybe we could have a horse... having a horse would be great... I've never owned a horse... what if the other horse people out there aren't nice? ... what if they laugh at the city slickers who don't know what they're doing? ... maybe no one will like us... what if we don't make any friends? ... I don't think we're going to make any friends... and how will we find a new church... I really like our church, it's going to be hard to leave....

Had enough? I have. It's really hard to turn it off. It was a pretty miserable six and half days. Finally, I realized that some of the obsessing was coming from just not knowing the area at all. It was like a big black hole. So, yesterday afternoon, on a whim, TM and P. joined me, and we went and spent the entire afternoon driving past various houses that looked from their listings as possibly suitable. It was really, really helpful to see where these houses were all located. And they were everywhere. We had essentially drawn a circle around J.'s new job and included everything within a half hour drive. This little jaunt helped me get a sense of the surrounding areas, and I think it has also helped us to narrow down the areas where we would like to end up. For a research junkie like me, it also gives me a target to do research about. This is all reassuring. Plus, we drove around some incredibly pretty areas... far more attractive than my overwrought imagination was picturing.

It's still easy to let the hamster start running again, and I'm trying to ignore it. And we've checked some big items off our to-do list. J. was extremely productive this weekend and the hallway is all painted and the little girls' room is spackled and ready for paint. The hallway looks the best it ever has since we've lived here. Plus, the glass guys were out this morning and replaced the windows that had cracks in the old glass, so they are shiny and new as well. We're getting there.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Here, read these...

since I'm evidently not writing.

First, the smaller people have watched this video about how to make sugar bowls more times than I can count, and I expect I will be trying to make them for some birthdays eventually. Edible sugar bowls

Next comes an interesting article about children and unstructured play.

Related, sort of, to that is an article about the effects of nature on the brain.

Since we're outside, what better thing to do than to ride horses? Plus horseback riding can positively affect a person's brain.

Finally, I have a new article published: Dealing with Sibling Rivalry. Feel free to click and share early and often.
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