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Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Lines We Dare Not Cross...

This is my 292nd blog post. I'm nearing my 3rd anniversary as a blogger. That's well over a thousand days. I've blogged about friends passing to the other side, the antics of my 7th graders, additions of babies to our family, farmlife, the metamorphosis of Paco from corporate telecommuter to homemaker/farmer extraordinaire, our blossoming llama "herd", the comings and goings of vacations, a little knitting, and flies. Some blogs have been posted in the wee hours of the morning; most were done in the evenings before I went to bed. I've held a couple of contests--just to rouse the lurkers out of their revery. I've reconnected with friends from former times through my blog and have begun to read their's as well. About a year ago I started writing about my survival trip in 1974, but that seems to have petered out. That's a shame because it IS a smashing story that I ought to tell! Unfortunately the REALLY REALLY good things I'd like to blog about are untouchable because of obvious people who are still alive. I try to maintain some decency here, but I'd really like to let loose one of these days and tell some REAL stories...Most of the time I blog just to itch a part of me that truly gets a buzz out of writing. I don't think about readers; judging from the diminishing number of comments, I'm not even sure I have all that many. And the loyal oriental following that I was attracting--well, I'm ashamed to admit I blocked them. That was just a little weird. I've been thinking about telling the whole Paco China How-we-met story. Once again, I'd be writing that more for myself than my readers because I don't really know who my readers are. I've also toyed with concentrating on this blog and making it more cerebral or literary. The reality is that every word I write is embedding itself somewhere deep within the web. When I die will someone be able to exhume all these posts and make some suppositions about me? How will I measure up?? But oh how I'd like to really write honestly about my community, my job, my ex husband, my inner demons, my soft underbelly...that's the writing I daresn't do on my blog. Am I chicken? I'd love to hear your answers to that question. What are the moral lines YOU don't cross??

Oh, and Happy Halloween. Enjoy this clip from Young Frankenstein that I watched last night. It so makes me guffaw every time the monster says, "Putting on the Ritz!"
Where did Teri Garr go?????

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Let's Hear It For Obama!!!

We've been in labor with this baby for 10 months, but we're proud to announce the arrival of our bouncing baby electric car delivered during the season's first snowstorm on Tuesday!! And what a delight he is!! Purrs. Like riding in a Napa Valley hot air balloon only without the balloon and the tiny vineyards down on the ground and that blast of fire every so often and the yummy breakfast after the ride! What I'm saying is...quiet. When we get a license on Monday, I can take to the high road beyonod Bench Road! I'm betting lots of new "best friends" are going to emerge and want a ride--most of them pubescent. Come and ride!!!! (In case you don't remember, this car is courtesy of President Obama's stimulus plan to get one million electric cars on the road by 2015, so we thank him!!!) I guess the semi driver's trip through our canyon was harrowing to say the least. We forget that getting to us sometimes presents challenges.

Friday, October 29, 2010


I received word that I've been invited to defend my case study! That means that it wasn't rejected. Out of the last class 50% were. Not a marathon. But it felt like it--with a little Alcatraz thrown in too.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


I currently don't have issues like this with anyone. Sometimes I's unpleasant.

I've Changed My Tune

I have very simple material needs and wants. I don't have closets full of shoes. I don't change my furniture every other year or decorate to excess. I could probably go several years on a spending fast if needs be. The exception to this is the inexplicable obsession I've had with Subarus for probably the last six years--maybe five really really seriously. In fact Subarus are the ONLY car I am truly aware of on America's highways. I seem to have a tracking device. The other day I felt one behind me on the highway, and sure enough there it was!!! I KNOW!! Somethiing about the shape just stirs my soul. Then the roof rack. Oh, I could go on and on. Here's another weird thing--I made up a song sung to the tune of "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" which goes something like this: "I covet (you have to say that word quickly) your Subaru. I covet your Subaru. I covet your Su-u-ba-roo." Then I pretty much repeat thos lyrics over and over. I have been singing this song every time I see a Subaru. I even have begun approaching Subaru owners at the gas pump to "talk shop". I have been guilty of fantasy. And I cannot explain any of this. Perhaps it's because Subarus rule and reign in all the really cool places I like to go--Jackson Hole, Vermont, Maine, and Colorado. Most likely it's because of good memories with my friend Mary Jane in Vermont--mostly in the Fall, mostly in gorgeous remote Vermont mountains. I just think that if there's a "true" car, it's probably a Subaru. Could I have a drumroll, please. Turn the houselights on, Al. WE BOUGHT A SUBARU LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm weeping as I write this!!!! And I feel like I've come home!!!!!! To a home I never knew could even be!!!!!!!!!! I'll have to post pictures. She's 13! I know, I know, I'm going to have to put up with the teen-age thing. But I am so willing to let her belch in public, and pick her nose, and roll her eyes!!!!! Just as long as she lets me love her in the pure way that I really really want to!!!! This is actually my third, but the other two were pre-obsession--not much recollection.My tune has changed. Driving her home today, I sang (in a sort of Munchkin Lollipop Guild voice): "I adopted a Subaru! I adopted a Subaru. I adopted a Su-u-ba-roo!!!!!" Same tune, but oh so different lyrics...

Thursday, October 21, 2010

A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!

My good friends in Vermont, who work around the clock to ensure that the freezer cases in my neighborhood are stocked ever to the ready, sent me a Half Birthday greeting this morning. Now, I think THAT'S classy. But then Ben and Jerry have been my "main squeezes" for many many years. I proudly wear my B & J shirt all over the place, and it NEVER fails to get attention! I stick Ben and Jerry gift coupons in Christmas stockings. Paco and I started an anniversary tradition on our honeymoon in Maine by sharing a pint huddled in bed with the covers up tight--June in Maine smacks a lot of Brrrrrr Lake in June so it always hits the spot with the right combination of quilts! I have their ice cream cookbook. I make a beeline for any B & J stores and was a regular at my favorite in the underground level of the World Trade Center. In fact, I took friends and my sister-in-law there just three days before 9-11. Of course, most of my memories about Ben and Jerry's are tied up in my friend Mary Jane. She was a stockholder (original stock was only available to Vermonters which she was at the time) and waxed emotional at tellings of stockholder day--ALL YOU COULD EAT ICE CREAM!!! She and I toured the factory up there in Burlington--visited the Flavor Cemetery in the back, and came away with little charming cow magnets available only at the main headquarters. Of course, I have the whole Ben and Jerry story up in my library. I know they're way beyond liberal. I know politically some might find them extreme. But gosh darn it, they remember me on my birthday and now on my HALF birthday (new marketers I'm suspecting) AND on Free Cone day once a year. So in my eyes, they're A-O-K. Besides, when you visit their mecca in Vermont the parking lot is lousy with's ALL about the Subaru...

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Carpe Diem!

I haven't felt like carpe-ing much of anything lately, but I'm hoping it comes back a little at a time. I'm coming alive again in my classroom, and that feels good as well. So go out there and do some diem seizing! As shall I...
I'm following the progress of one of our Natural Helpers who was in an auto accident and in a coma. She is starting to respond, and this song from Newsies caused her to tap her toe a little!!! Go Sami!!!!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

...To See What He Could See

What did YOU do this weekend? I never know what answers I'll get in "Seventh Heaven." Hunting season adds a new twist to the game as well. I also got a story about one mom giving a distressed baby kitten CPR! All manner of good writing material here. Gimme a pen! Isn't this bear a beut? I think he's headed for Rugland. I was hoping for a wee taste of bear meat to satisfy my curiosity, but apparently this bear went bad before they could get him to civilization. Jayden picked him out of a tree on the Oregon/Idaho border. Kerplunk. But the grissliest part of the story was the imitation of the sound the bear made. Kind of a high-pitched screech. Jayden says it still haunts him. Me too.
Meanwhile I'm having to up the ante in school. How am I to compete with the "Call of the Wild"? I look down on a sea of glassy-eyed stares, and I KNOW their minds are in the hills! We have a tradition here at our school--The Biggest Buck Contest. Bring in your antlers, measure them, and see if you snagged the winner!! A few years ago, one Gregory misinterpreted the contest rules and brought in a whole head--hair, tongue-lolling out, eyes--you get the picture. Clan of the Cave Bear for about two months here until we get it all out of our system and return to the 21st Century...sort of.

Friday, October 15, 2010


I sent my "courier" off to Pocatello with my paper/case study/thesis/pain in the neck this morning at 8:30. I finished writing it at 6:30, printed it off at 7, and had it all bound by 7:30. Paco had to restrain me from packaging it for the trip in this mailer. He thought that might deliver the wrong message.

That was one of the most painful months of my life. I'm glad to be among the living again and to be able to take up my sentinel position once more torturing flies. At the conclusion of this project I wanted to down a goblet of something festive and perhaps numbing--but my principles restrain me from going off the deep end, so I ate a dog biscuit with gusto instead. Ruff.

And so, as the sun slowly ascends to its mid morning height, I bid a final farewell to Allyn Knox, rookie principal of Quincy High School. I leave you with your nasty Citizens for Traditional Values, and your racist constituents, and your Holiday Festival woes, and your bullies. May you find peace in a far corner of your office with prescription drugs of your choice. Perhaps Mrs. Ben-David will lend you a calming poetry book... I've dealt with your problems longer than I EVER wanted to, and frankly, my dear, I don't give a...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Otanjou-bi Omedetou Gozaimasu!

Say that 10 times!!! Happy Birthday to my Favorite Daughter! I was so surprised when you were born. Back in the day we "took what we got", or in other words, we didn't get the 5 month Head's Up about what was coming! I remember entertaining no other thoughts than BOY!! EVER, and actually got a little peeved if anyone suggested otherwise. Then you arrived and weren't! and I fell in love with you. You're BY FAR in the TOP 5 BEST THINGS THAT HAVE EVER HAPPENED TO ME! We "celebrated" your birthday back in June when we got that crazy hare to add another Broadway play to our perfect day in New York. That was the BEST! Every year on your birthday I think back to that perfect golden Autumn day that you made me a mother. We've had a rocking time. You've re-defined "Gutsy Woman" for me. All my love across Wyoming, Nebraska, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Virginia, and Maryland!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Uh huh, I did.

I saw a UFO today on the way to school. It took me by surprise, so I had to stop the car and get out. Picture a glowing matchstick moving slowly across the horizon above the mountain range. Slowly. My news was not met at school with resounding belief. In fact a few laughed. I guess I need to practice my delivery. I told one teacher, however, who responded with her father's amazing tale of a UFO landing by their cabin! And I believe him because he taught me how to drive when I was 14!! Then the crossing guard told me about an encounter with Big Foot up in the mountains! They stared each other down for about 6 minutes, but when he made a move toward the 7 foot tall hairy guy, Mr. Foot took off loping down the mountain. I would so like to add a Big Foot story to my UFO one now.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Semi-religious Holiday-- Brrrrrrrr Lake Style

Today is "Opening Day" of hunting season. I cringe when it appears periodically on the school calendar. Some years we bite the bullet (yuck yuck) and just deal with 2/3's of the students being out, but this year we caved in and made the day a holiday. Paco and I have chosen to use our time to other ends and leave the animal slaughters to those less inclined to jackhammer or write papers.

I've been in labor with this "BABY" for nearly a month.

Michelangelo? No. Pre-deck!!!!! (Note the duck tape on the jackhammer.)

Favorite books

  • Me 'n Steve
  • Thundering Sneakers
  • James Herriott's vet books
  • The Count of Monte Cristo
  • Travels with Charley
  • A Walk in the Woods
  • Peace Like a River
  • The Egg and I
  • Mary Poppins
  • Extremly Loud Incredibly Close
  • How Green Was my Valley