Wild & Scenic

Columbia College hosted the Wild & Scenic Environmental Film Festival, a traveling festival that included 6 hours of films from the annual festival in Nevada City. We went last night but didn't make it through all the movies which lasted until after 11pm. However, we did see 6 incredible films--revealing and thought provoking, sometimes amusing and very often including spectacular photography.

I was looking forward to one called "Pollen Nation" which talks about the beekeepers and their importance to the agricultural industry. The folks who cart bees around the country to keep our food growing are an interesting lot.

Probably the best segment was "The Story of Stuff," an eye-opening film about the real costs of our consumer driven culture. Juxtaposed as it was to an email message Culley sent with a link to an article by Pat Buchanan, I was slinking down in my chair feeling like a real sleaze. Buchanan and Annie Leonard, the producer of the film, each point a firm finger at my generation--"the baby boomers, oblivious and self-indulgent to the end"--as being particularly responsible for the mess.

Between the economic crisis and the environmental crisis, it's hard to not feel depressed and a tad bit hopeless.

Thank goodness on the way home Cindy was able to point out a few minor ways we have personally changed our ways, e.g. no more credit card use, recycling everything possible and participating in free-cycle, and shopping for work clothes at the consignment shop.

Just to feel like the festival motivated another change, when I got home I dug out our cloth bags for grocery shopping. I also think I might volunteer to do some writing for the Citizens for Responsible Growth. The only way I can see to effect change is to start locally!!

Delayed Report

Last week Nell started pre-school. I got overly busy (nothing new in my life) and didn't get a post up acknowledging this big day, so here is my delayed report.

I was honored to pick her up from her first day at Waldorf. When she saw me, she leaped into my arms and buried her face in my shoulder. Apparently this tough little soldier who marched excitedly into pre-school, was VERY happy to be reunited with the familiar at the end of her first day.

Here she is a little later a Dearma's in her adorable little brown cotton dress with belt--a new outfit for school.

Isn't She Adorable?

Clare is 2 months old! And whenever I can wrestle her away from the siblings who are always in line to hold her, I take my chance to enjoy a few seconds of her baby soft skin and delicious baby smell!

Homeschool

Mondays are going to be my day at home school. The day will look something like this:

First, I will be doing some preschool activities with Mary Autumn, Aliou, Leon and Athan. For one thing, we'll be doing fun things with letters and phonics. In the picture below, Leon is drawing an L in the sand. Today we read books about letters and practiced writing a couple of letters on handheld paddles before working in the sand.

Next, I work with the older girls, Anna Mae and Gianna, on their Little Red Schoolhouse homework. In the picture, they are hard at work in the school room. One thing that is quite clear about home school is that the kids accomplish a lot in very little time because they are able to get VERY focused. The girls did map skills and spelling work with great concentration.

Focused work was also apparent when I next headed to the Harrelson's where we are working on a Language Arts program that combines reading, writing, and grammar with some history lessons. Cody, Taylor, and Kyle breezed through the preparatory set about words like revolution, declaration, and independence, and then got right to work reading and locating main points in a short article. Their skills were top of the line and it's only the 2nd week back in school.

It sure is a pleasure to witness the kids' minds at work processing and digesting and learning all kinds of new things from latitude to colonists to nouns to the multiple meanings of the word revolution. And I enjoy the laughs too, like when Leon connected the "d" sound we were working on with deer and then his little mind leaped sideways to say, "Deer is female!" as he remembered the song "Doe a deer, a female deer. . ."

I'd say Mondays are going to be lots of fun.

Division of Labor

My daughter, who is the mother of eight, has considerable blog material but little time to commit that material to a cyber page. I hope she doesn't mind if I report a story she told me last night--one she herself said would make a terrific blog.

Five-year-old Aliou, who is a dishwasher-in-training, was receiving some instructions regarding chores when he looked up at Mama and said, "How come you never have to clean up?"

I can only imagine what went through my daughter's mind upon hearing this: dismay, outrage, counter-attack, frustration, disillusion. Apparently, she swallowed her first response. recognizing this was simply his childish perspective, and managed to reply that while he was outside having playtime, she was inside working and preparing food and cooking meals for him and his siblings.

"But cooking is play," replied Aliou.

OOPS . . . another button pushed, for like me, my daughter is not overly fond of the food preparation part of her life's work. Once again, she managed a noble reply worthy of the mother of eight: "For Auntie Andrea, cooking is play, but for Mama it is hard work."

Later that night at bed time, when the boys were asking about what the next day would bring, Mama listed the planned activities, including Saturday clean up, to which Aliou asked,
"Does Auntie Andrea think Saturday clean-up is play?"

Clearly, Aliou is processing the division of labor with regard to play if not with regard to who does most of the work.

Firsts

When you turn 5, you get to go to Kindergarten, so I had the pleasure of joining Huck on his first morning at Sierra Waldorf School. Pictures show Huck and mom putting blankets and rain boots away in the appropriate cubbies after which we went outside to the central area to watch the opening day ceremony.





















After the ceremony at Waldorf, Cindy and I traveled to Mariposa to spend the first anniversary of Ashley's death with family. In memory of Ashely, we traveled to her favorite spot, "Angel Falls." Ashely had on several occasions urged her grandma to climb to the top of the falls to see the view from the top, so we all decided to take the challenge. We hiked up, up, up to where the granite slopped gently and was deeply carved by rushing water. There were huge pools of snow-chilled water and the lovely scent of cedar and pine. After resting and enjoying the beauty, we headed back down and gathered in a shady glen for a picnic lunch. Ashely's spirit was omnipresent in the laughter of family and the energy of the climb.

Full Circles

The longer one lives, the more full circles one experiences. Twenty-six years ago, I was hired at Columbia College as the Learning Disability Specialist on a 60 % contract, which translates to 18 hours a week. This week I started a part-time temporary job at the College serving as LD Specialist for 18 hours a week for the Fall semester.

But the circle doesn't stop there. My boss for the position and the person who hired me was once my assistant. She's now the Director of the Program. And the position she once held is being temporarily filled by another retiree who long ago served as the Program Assistant with us. I have this great picture of the 3 of us in 1988 with the the DSP&S staff around the office Christmas tree.



So here we are--3 much older women--trying to right a sinking ship, using our considerable experience and skill to make the operation seaworthy again. We've each shifted position and assumed different postures, but we know all the right moves and it is quite pleasurable to work side-by-side with these two in a common effort, knowing almost without words what to do each step of the way.

I was a tiny bit sad to come out of retirement and take this job, but as always the thrill that I get when I'm part of a team wiped away the sadness and replaced it deep satisfaction.