When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice.
- William James
Up until this year, our youngest simply waved textbooks over his head and the contents sucked in by osmosis. That doesn’t work anymore. So I confronted him with putting effort into his subjects. He justified coasting, “Why bother? Will I ever really need algebra?” I gave him possible scenarios and his eyes glazed over.
"Your education is like a funnel, the less you learn now, the narrower your choices become later. It diminishes your capacity to understand more complex issues. It reduces your learning/studying strategy options."
I hope that sinks in.
He’d like to take Latin instead of Spanish, but if his grades don’t improve, he’ll repeat Spanish 1. Right now the world is open to him, full of promise.
Learning the hard way seems like such a waste of time.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
You Know It’s Really Spring When...
It’s 61 degrees outside and drizzly. The trees are in fairly full leaf, that impossible to paint very green, too much yellow color. Mourning doves nest under the back porch. A cardinal couple flit around the house. Goldfinches dart to and from our neighbor’s thistle feeder. Robin males sing their love-struck hearts out.
Dirt comes alive with creatures, smelling like the dirt of childhood, and pollen dusts everything yellow.
The annual batch of dandelion wine bubbles lazily on the counter, along with an exotic experiment, violet wine. The dandy is solid, slightly sweet, herbal stuff, in a wonderful bright yellow. A country bumpkin brew. The violet is a fragile, heady, sweet wine, with a pinky amber tint. An ancient drink of Caesars.
Our garden is in, and properly fenced. Beans pop through the soft earth. Tomato plants dig in and reach up. Potatoes unfurl their dark green leaves. Narry a glimmer of carrots or spinach, and the basil stands limply. But we’ll see. With a black thumb, any positive result is a gift.
A ring necked rabbit longs for her way in, as she nibbles yard greenery. I talk to her every morning, touting the nutritional advantages of dandelion leaves. No dice. It’s like suggesting Attila the Hun show mercy. The markings nail her as a fifth generation descendant of the carrot and bean desecrator, Bunzilla. Cute, but sneaky. Very, very sneaky.
Other new beginnings. Our first born graduated college this week and hopes to plunge into the real world. A job. A car. Jazz drum lessons. A new kit. Surprise! You’re off the dole kiddo, onto responsibility, time to pitch into the household. The younger one dabbles with the idea of summer work now that he's 15, but hasn’t moved an inch. If he doesn’t get cracking, we know people who’d be more than happy to hire him for yard work. Besides keeping him flush, manual labor is a perfect remedy to “I’m bored.”
Everything indicates spring has arrived in the mid-state. What about your neck of the woods?
Dirt comes alive with creatures, smelling like the dirt of childhood, and pollen dusts everything yellow.
The annual batch of dandelion wine bubbles lazily on the counter, along with an exotic experiment, violet wine. The dandy is solid, slightly sweet, herbal stuff, in a wonderful bright yellow. A country bumpkin brew. The violet is a fragile, heady, sweet wine, with a pinky amber tint. An ancient drink of Caesars.
Our garden is in, and properly fenced. Beans pop through the soft earth. Tomato plants dig in and reach up. Potatoes unfurl their dark green leaves. Narry a glimmer of carrots or spinach, and the basil stands limply. But we’ll see. With a black thumb, any positive result is a gift.
A ring necked rabbit longs for her way in, as she nibbles yard greenery. I talk to her every morning, touting the nutritional advantages of dandelion leaves. No dice. It’s like suggesting Attila the Hun show mercy. The markings nail her as a fifth generation descendant of the carrot and bean desecrator, Bunzilla. Cute, but sneaky. Very, very sneaky.
Other new beginnings. Our first born graduated college this week and hopes to plunge into the real world. A job. A car. Jazz drum lessons. A new kit. Surprise! You’re off the dole kiddo, onto responsibility, time to pitch into the household. The younger one dabbles with the idea of summer work now that he's 15, but hasn’t moved an inch. If he doesn’t get cracking, we know people who’d be more than happy to hire him for yard work. Besides keeping him flush, manual labor is a perfect remedy to “I’m bored.”
Everything indicates spring has arrived in the mid-state. What about your neck of the woods?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Let the Buyer Beware
Good things can be used to cloak sneaky practices. So be on the alert when you shop.
Buy One, Get One. Inflated prices can make this deal no real deal. Check out generics or coupons or another store on similar items. If you keep a price book, all the better, as you really know when the deal is an honest one.
Free with shipping and handling. Like when I took advantage of redeemed “points” from a credit card to get “free” small light weight stocking stuffers that ended up costing me $4.99 S&H a pop. Totally not worth it. If they don’t clearly list the S&H, watch your wallet.
After rebate pricing. Some rebates are nearly impossible to collect on. Complex procedures, tight deadlines, small print, all lower your chances of actually getting the cost break. Also beware of getting a “gift card” or “debit card” rebate with short expiration dates instead of actual cash. Will you actually use it?
Pricing with a “99 cent” suffix. Zeros scare us. That 99 cents on the end makes us think we’re getting a better deal.
The package looks the same but the contents shrink. 16.9 oz. peanut butter, 1.5 quart ice cream, 5 oz. tuna all show creeping inflationary pricing.
Adding an ingredient to a soon to expire patented name brand medication, renaming it, and continuing to charge high prices. All the while a generic of the original is considerably cheaper.
Buyer’s reward cards. Giving you 10 cents off per gallon of gas when you buy $100 worth of stuff is not a good deal. So if your tank holds 16 gallons you save $1.60. Big whoop. Our huge chain grocer does this trick and their prices are consistently higher than the local mom and pop chain.
And one of my personal least favorites. A coupon for $1 off 2 or 3 which when calculated, still doesn’t bring the price down to anything comparable.
The sad thing is people fall for these tricks all the time. Don’t be one of them.
Buy One, Get One. Inflated prices can make this deal no real deal. Check out generics or coupons or another store on similar items. If you keep a price book, all the better, as you really know when the deal is an honest one.
Free with shipping and handling. Like when I took advantage of redeemed “points” from a credit card to get “free” small light weight stocking stuffers that ended up costing me $4.99 S&H a pop. Totally not worth it. If they don’t clearly list the S&H, watch your wallet.
After rebate pricing. Some rebates are nearly impossible to collect on. Complex procedures, tight deadlines, small print, all lower your chances of actually getting the cost break. Also beware of getting a “gift card” or “debit card” rebate with short expiration dates instead of actual cash. Will you actually use it?
Pricing with a “99 cent” suffix. Zeros scare us. That 99 cents on the end makes us think we’re getting a better deal.
The package looks the same but the contents shrink. 16.9 oz. peanut butter, 1.5 quart ice cream, 5 oz. tuna all show creeping inflationary pricing.
Adding an ingredient to a soon to expire patented name brand medication, renaming it, and continuing to charge high prices. All the while a generic of the original is considerably cheaper.
Buyer’s reward cards. Giving you 10 cents off per gallon of gas when you buy $100 worth of stuff is not a good deal. So if your tank holds 16 gallons you save $1.60. Big whoop. Our huge chain grocer does this trick and their prices are consistently higher than the local mom and pop chain.
And one of my personal least favorites. A coupon for $1 off 2 or 3 which when calculated, still doesn’t bring the price down to anything comparable.
The sad thing is people fall for these tricks all the time. Don’t be one of them.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
God’s Hand
Sometimes it’s as if your prayers bounce off a bronze sky. Slow and tedious going. Conversions of family members, jobs, grades, overwhelming projects. Then out of nowhere you ask God for something, maybe not even verbalizing it, and “POOF” it’s answered to overflowing.
We got a phone call from our first born. His girlfriend wasn’t able to stay with her housemate, as the home was being sold sooner than expected. She needed a place until she got an apartment of her own. "Well", I said, "she can have the sunroom".
Imagine being in an already slightly cluttered space, sleeping on an air mattress, surrounded by your worldly goods in boxes and black plastic garbage bags. Far from adequate. But she’s been a trooper about it.
Anyhow, back to the answered prayer part. She has no kitchen stuff or furniture. A lady at church died recently. As the home was being sold and the contents cleared out, her sister offered us whatever we wanted. My sweetie went to the books of course, and found a few gems to add to his already overflowing shelves. I thought about our guy’s girlfriend and brought back a set of dishes, glassware, and some cookware. She returned from classes, took one look at the stash laid out on the dining room table and said, “That’s the pattern my mom used to have.” and gave me a big hug. Then someone on freecycle offered yard sale leftovers. That yielded blue sheets, (her favorite color), other bedding, tupperware, and a personality filled stuffed rabbit. A friend emptied out her mother-in-law’s place and set aside flatware and kitchen cooking utensils. Yet another freecycler offered a crock pot. It’s a glorious thing to observe so many things coming together in such a short amount of time.
I’m excited to see what’s next.
We got a phone call from our first born. His girlfriend wasn’t able to stay with her housemate, as the home was being sold sooner than expected. She needed a place until she got an apartment of her own. "Well", I said, "she can have the sunroom".
Imagine being in an already slightly cluttered space, sleeping on an air mattress, surrounded by your worldly goods in boxes and black plastic garbage bags. Far from adequate. But she’s been a trooper about it.
Anyhow, back to the answered prayer part. She has no kitchen stuff or furniture. A lady at church died recently. As the home was being sold and the contents cleared out, her sister offered us whatever we wanted. My sweetie went to the books of course, and found a few gems to add to his already overflowing shelves. I thought about our guy’s girlfriend and brought back a set of dishes, glassware, and some cookware. She returned from classes, took one look at the stash laid out on the dining room table and said, “That’s the pattern my mom used to have.” and gave me a big hug. Then someone on freecycle offered yard sale leftovers. That yielded blue sheets, (her favorite color), other bedding, tupperware, and a personality filled stuffed rabbit. A friend emptied out her mother-in-law’s place and set aside flatware and kitchen cooking utensils. Yet another freecycler offered a crock pot. It’s a glorious thing to observe so many things coming together in such a short amount of time.
I’m excited to see what’s next.
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