Monday, July 22, 2013

Farewell, for now.


Woody's 7, and he doesn't want to be documented on the blog anymore. He doesn't like that anybody, anywhere can see what we do with our days. At first, I worried that somehow I had let slip through an overarching fear that the world was a scary place full of bad people.

Then I remembered it's not really about me.

We have been watching G.I. Joe Renegades on Netflix. Tracking and spying technology feature heavily in that show where the Joes are always on the run from seen and unseen Cobra forces. That might be playing a part. Other parents have told me that this was the age that their kids began to think about real-world dangers and risks, and experimented with setting limits for themselves and their families. (One mom said that for her son, it was a gripping worry about natural disasters. I remember that for my younger sister, it was "America's Most Wanted" criminals who were last seen in our geographic region.) So, it might be developmental.

Regardless, I'm going to respect it. So, this blog, which is all about what we do during our days, will go into dormancy. Last time I took a break from blogging, I wrote lots of poetry. This time, who knows? Thanks for reading for this past year.  If we start up again some time in the future, I'll come back and add a link.

In peace,

Teresa

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day


It's hard to be away from such a keen daddy on Father's Day, but we Skyped first thing this morning to wish him well and tell him where we'd hidden his present, this Bill Murray t-shirt.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Play and curiosity around the house

When we come back to Florida, it's always tempting to fill the days with exploration, trips, adventures, and new experiences. That can be a lot of fun, and this blog is full of pictures and stories from such travels--Central Florida has them aplenty. But it's also fun to simply be at home here, to play with the toys my younger sister and I, and  my now 16-year-old nephew, played with, to go swimming and watch Spongebob and pet animals and go in the front yard to look at bugs. 

Daddy Honey talks about being at his grandparents' home, which the 34 grandkids call "1911" after the address. What he remembers is not using it as a base for sightseeing, but rather, as a special, beloved, quirky, comfortable, life-filled place to be. It was the time he spent there thinking, playing, getting to know and feeling loved by his grandparents, climbing trees with cousins, eating popcorn and drinking Dr. Pepper, and learning by experience where he came from that made 1911 so wonderful to him, and the others. That's a sustaining memory. It's maybe odd to think that we have relationships with places, but of course we do. And our relaionships with some places, especially homes, are every bit as worthy of cultivation as those with any park, art museum, science center, or other area attraction.

1980's and 1990's Legos.

Pet sitting my sister's Chihuahua and testing the limits of inter-species tolerance. This dog is rather cat-like, and our rabbit is rather dog-like, so the sum of their personalities was more significant than their genetic predisposition to a predator-prey relationship.

The Stink Lily has emerged! Latin name, no surprise: Amorphophallus paeoniifolius. Other pseudonyms are Corpse Flower and Carrion Flower. Appeared one day out of the blue about ten years ago, and comes up almost every year, but hasn't ever bloomed its notorious bloom.

2 1/2 hours of our evening, constructing the Lego Harry Potter castle. The other side, which folds out, shows a very intricate inside.This was possible because Fox the whole while pretended to run a junkyard and would fetch us the pieces we needed from his pile.

Fox at the pincushion again. Best toy in the house.




Friday, June 14, 2013

Labyrinth




Medieval Times


...was AMAZING.


Woody was ecstatic in the most literal sense of the word--consumed by a frenzy of delight--for nearly the whole show. Knights, steeds, flags, swords, lances, maces, morning stars, shields, and axes--in action--feet from us. (If you made a soup of my boys' all-time favorite things to play, the main ingredients would be in that last sentence.) Also, a medieval village of houses, workshops, and displays, including devices of torture that, understandably, spooked Fox a little bit.


But the part Woody liked best was the cheering for the knight in whose color section we sat, and the corresponding booing of the knight on the opposite side. He wanted our whole table to be pumped up, and would coach us on things to say and ways to make big noise. His uncles, both of whom have two daughters each who tend to be more reserved in public, got a big kick out of Woody's overwhelming display of happy dudeness.

With a discount coupon that my niece got at school last week (a perk of living in the world's most popular tourist destination), it was a hundred dollars total for the three tickets, and worth every bloomin' penny.


So giddy he couldn't sit still--a blur of joy and excitement for an hour and a half.



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Looking backwards for inspiration


My niece travels to Atlanta to spend the summer with her dad tomorrow. We made the most of our ten days together, but her light shines brightly and she'll be deeply missed. She sat at the computer and searched back a few months on this blog looking for something that looked like fun, landing on the shadow box puppet theater the boys and I made back in February.

 So, this is what we made today.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

A Valentine, Marionettes, Fairy Journals, and a Passing


The boys and I made stained-glass heart valentines to send around to loved ones this past February. My mom has hers still stuck to her kitchen window, and today I saw that my sister Kate has her displayed in her bathroom. We sent one to Grandaddy in the hospital a month before he passed away. I wanted to ask someone who visited him in if it was there, but the question didn't seem quite right. But I'd like to think that he got it, and knew we were thinking of him with love.


The kids and I caught a mid-day performance of the Wizard of Oz at the marionette puppet theater. It was a little disappointing; all the sound was pre-recorded, and they were short one puppeteer, making for some awkward transitions, especially when the script called for more than three puppets on the stage at once. The kids noticed, and afterward described the show as "OK." I wish I would have been a bit more fair-minded about it. I could have offered some possible explanations for the lackluster parts and focused on the aspects that were good. As it was, I joined them in an "Eh" review. 


The Spiderwick fairy field guide is turning out to be way fun. My niece and I especially are having a great time with it. Today, we made proper notebooks in which to record our observations of fantastical creatures in the (usually) Invisible World. 


My friend Sharon showed me several years ago how to make a simple book using a running stitch through cover and paper as a binding, so we applied it here with slightly different materials. Nana has LOTS of cool stuff with which to be creative. We found a selection of awls, a sizable stash of leather scraps, and enough sewing supplies to quilt, cover, and clothe a small village. 


We were both very pleased with the results. Aila's  is the dark teal-covered book in the front. Her first entry was, "Fairies love bread. They eat it almost every time, if they are real, that is."


And, today, Daddy Honey brought our 13-year-old Doberman in to be put down. I don't have much more to say about that right now, though in the next few weeks I may.