Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Only one of You.

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open."

(Quoted in Agnes de Mille, Dance to teh Piper Little, Brown, 1952, p. 256.) I read this in the book: Dear Genius by Leonard S. Marcus. They are the letters to authors and illustrators from Ursula Nordstrom. She "Could not resist the temptation to write." (introduction)She worked with E.B. White and Margaret Wise Brown and Shel Silverstein. Large book that I am perusing for good ideas, quotes.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Ruby Love Headbands


My sister, Abby, is selling these cute head bands at her Metamorphosis Salon on Park Ave. They sell like hot cakes, get yours while you can!










Friday, December 25, 2009

Santa's Flexible Schedule

It is a good thing that Santa has a flexible schedule.. we were able to open gifts on Sunday before Jaden went to his Dad's.
















Blocked Writer


Most writers deal with writer’s block; I deal with “block the writer”.

This form of blocking happens when the writer sits down at the computer and is immediately presumed to not be working, but noodling around on the computer; like a hobby to be put down at the drop of a hat, in order to do more important things; like cleaning the toilet.

“Amanda, that toilet could use a shining.” Dad will holler from the kitchen.

“I did, three days ago.” I callfrom the computer room. Now where was that train of thought going before I was derailed?

“Well, it needs it again.” He responds, equally annoyed that I would ignore his request.

My six year old son does have a problem with aim, so it isn’t a rash request.
This stymies me because he doesn’t struggle with his aim on the basketball court, in fact his form is quite good. But until he can master it on the home court, I head to the bathroom and shine it up.







Saturday, December 19, 2009

Once There Was A Snowman




After school we came home to fall like weather and a Snowman that was holding on!
Reminds me of a favorite: Snowmen At Night.





Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Magical World



Instead of shoveling sidewalks J shoveled the lawn!



Calvin and Hobbes inspired snow forts.





Jaden came in from playing outside in the snow. He needed his hair dried, new socks, and a bath room break. And dry mittens.

As I put on his boots I noticed they were a little ripe. Better clean them. So tonight I piled the coat, two pairs of gloves, hat, scarf next to the heating vent. Stuffed newspaper in whatever I could to absorb the moisture. An idea Martha S inspired. .. Then I took the liners of his boots down stairs to the laundry. As the water fill the drum I read the tag inside on how to wash them. Found out they were made of Recyclable Polyester. Well no wonder I thought! That stuff lasts forever and they've recycled it.



Saturday, December 12, 2009

First Sledding Day





Jaden boarding.

Merry Chrithmath!



The other day Jaden came home resembling Mater from CARS. His front tooth came out that night. And could you believe the tooth Fairy couldn't get out that night because of the cold temps? She left him a note in twirly writing rolled up like a scroll along with compensations!




Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Winter Book



The weather is perfect for reading the book: I Am David by Anne Holm. I included a book review below from readingmatters.com The bone cold outside has made me more able to picture David crawling around on a mountain side in a snow storm. I cup of cocoa at that point helps! But I am excited to see the movie too. Here in IF it is located at the library. enjoy.





This is a story about a young boy's epic journey across Europe, and his budding emotions and sense of the wonder of life.

The facts are simple. David is a 12 year old boy. He has lived all his life in a concentration camp somewhere in eastern Europe. He does not know anything about his parents or where he comes from, or why he is in the camp. All he knows is that he is David. One day, without any explanation, a guard arranges for him to escape. The electric current is switched off from the perimeter fence for half a minute, just long enough for David to climb over. He is given bread and water and a compass. He is told to head south for Salonica, stow away on a ship sailing to Italy, and then walk north until he comes to a country called Denmark. And that is what David does.

Now, what kind of person would you be if you had spent all your life in a concentration camp? The first thing you may notice about David is his extraordinary isolation. He has survived in the camp by never allowing himself to think further than the next meal. After the death of his friend and teacher, Johannes, he never permits himself to have any affection for anyone. Out of the camp and on the run he believes, not unreasonably, that 'they' are after him. Of all the people that he meets on his long journey, he doesn't feel able to trust anyone. And so he shoulders the burden of the journey alone. Consequently, of course, all the judgments he makes about other people and their actions, and his own actions, are governed entirely by his own moral standards.

He has very high moral standards. For instance, he refuses to accept payment for a small service that he renders voluntarily to a stranger. For him, I think, to chose to observe high moral standards is a symbol of his new-found liberty. And should anyone fall below his own exacting standards he is an unforgiving opponent:

Haven't you seen that David hates Carlo? Not like boys who fight and then forget about it because there is really nothing serious to fight over. David hates Carlo as a grown man hates. He talks to him only when he has to, and then he speaks politely and coldly and refuses to look at him.

But as David journeys across Europe he begins to comprehend that he cannot live life entirely alone. He does need other people, Maria, whom he saves from the fire, and the dog, and perhaps a mother of his own ... And it works the other way round - other people may need things from him. It is not good enough for David simply to hate evil when he finds it in others. If others say they are sorry for their evil acts then he must also learn to forgive, because relentless unforgiving is another kind of cruelty.

The book is not set in a real time or place. Although the circumstances seem real enough, David's background is a synthesis of all the terrible persecution that happened during the Second World War and the subsequent years of cold war communism. This helps to make David a very powerful and pure figure. I don't think he is particularly real. Anne Holm uses him as a blank canvas on which can be drawn the first experiences of life - beauty, knowledge, trust, religion, love, everything.

And what pleasure he discovers in the simple things of life:

Before he had come to the town he had known about nothing but death: here he had learnt to live, to decide things for himself; he had learnt what it felt like to wash in clean water in the sunshine until he was clean himself, and what it felt like to satisfy his hunger with food that tasted good; he had learnt the sound of laughter that was free from cruelty; he had learnt the meaning of beauty -

More of a discussion paper than an adventure story, but atmospheric and quite thought-provoking. If you want to know whether David eventually finds a place to settle down, you will have to read the book.

Read the background article About I Am David






Saturday, November 28, 2009

Thanks for Thanksgiving



"I know what this song is about, mom." Josh Groban's 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' was playing over the stereo just as the cheese I'd shredded was infusing into the green onions on the cutting board.

I looked up and waited for the inevitable but instead heard Jaden say:

"Heaven"


This book by Julie Marks has great illustrations.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Needed Miracle



The author, Richard Bach, in his book: A Gift of Wings had a foreward to his work. He talked about being discouraged earlier in his writing career and on the day that "Early in the year that my Ford was reposseses I wrote a note to me across some calendar squares where a distant Bach might find it.

'How did you survive to this day? From here it looks like a miracle was needed. Did the Johnathon Seagull book get published? Any films? What totally unconcerned new projects? Is it all better and happier? What do you think of my fears? ' "

Then he signed it. And answered himself in the forward: " 'You survived because you decided against quitting when the battle wasn't much fun... that was the only miracle required. Yes, Johnathon finally was published. The film ideas and a few other you hadn't thought of, are just beginning. Please don't waster time worrying or being afraid.' "

I need to try that letter but in the mean time this is where I need to study and write.



I had to change the title of this post after coming across that line in Richard Bach's book that Bob loaned me from his library. In his first chapter he tried to answer why people flew. One reason was akin to how I felt when I first saw the Beechcraft. But I have to add 'cold' to that line because when I went into the hangar with Bob and Jaden I had was drawn to run my hand down the edge of the wing then grasp the propeller in my hand. And I wanted to cry. Why? I don't even fly or have flown other than commercial planes.

I also read in a book about Idaho Aviation history concerning Lindbergh's visit to Boise on September 4, 1927. The whole town was decorated with bunting and flags. Thousands were crowded in a big field waiting for him when "All at one there was heard the roar of a motor, and across the skyline flashed The Spirit of St. Louis."




Lindy was nicknamed "The Lone Eagle". (Watching an Eagle soar gives me chills too.)



Stopped at the light on Broadway and Skyline, I pondered heading over to Aeromark. The light turned green, I sped up and once I hit 35 an airplane on my right lined up for his approach into the airpor.

My heart skipped a beat.

He of course beat me but we ended up in the same place.




Jaden piloted here, I was co-pilot the other day.

"I like how Vampires Run"





Jaden's comment after watching Twilight clips.


He also likes to do this:






Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Pause this Prayer



The other night after finishing a book about a Tree never picked from a Christmas Tree farm, we talked about hopes and dreams. A picture from the storybook was exactly the kind of house I'd like to live in. It had a barn for airplanes. Jaden asked me to wait to buy it until he was 14. (when he could fly.)

Then we knelt for prayer and I mentioned of few of those dreams, Jaden looked up and said: "Can you pause this prayer?" He came back with an airplane and clutched it the rest of the prayer.

After seeing a movie on Saturday we walked home from our neighbors at dusk to the 'familiar sound of shovels scraping snow of the sidewalk.' I mentioned that to Jaden and he said I should put "that in my book."

Boxes


It is amazing what fun a box brings.

Last year Jaden and I spent hours making one into a home for his plush pet hamster, Nibbles. It had an upstairs with a slide for going down. We used paper towel rolls and light bulb containers for added fun.

We even made furniture. Play dough was contstructed into a couch, rug, wreath, and grand piano; dried and later painted.

The wreath hung outside Nibbles door with red yarn for garland strung outside, the rug was drawn up to the couch next to the grand piano. My contact container was his feeding bowl. A thimble set on the table for a vase.

Yesterday I had to throw it away. A year of fun had come down to a shabby looking box and we needed room for the other boxes that he uses. (One for an airstrip for planes to take off and another for random stabbing with a make shift wolverine claw.)

It was hard to take it out into the frigid temperatures and stuff into a cold garbage can. But nice to get the "clutter" out of the way to set up holiday decorations. Can't wait to see what boxes Santa brings us this year. Means we will have to find extra space for all the toys or figure out what this boy did in David Shannon's book. Too cute.



Saturday, November 7, 2009

They Beat the RED team!

The first time we played the red team, they won. But they turned on the boys' minds to how the game is really played. It wasn't just an easy win to take for granted. Every game after that was so fun to watch. And today, their last game of the season, they beat the red team. And Jaden got a flag today. (he is usually blocking the big boys- but his little prayer was answered today. He shared the flag with Casen and later Jaden said: "we could have jump roped with it mom."

Once we got home he said: "You ready to play?" Play what? "Football."

These pics are from last week's game when I was working the elections.





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