It is a slow time of year right now. Clients are waiting until school begins to resume therapy The garden is in a “wait and watch” stage, with beans developing, the third crop of spinach growing, and tomatoes slowly reddening. Who knows what is happening beneath the potato plants. They just keep flowering.
This is the first time since 1991 that we haven’t had a child in school or college. I feel as though I am in the doldrums, just waiting for something to happen. The wait isn’t necessarily refreshing or pleasant. Husband’s father goes to a Memory Care Center this week. We are sort of waiting for things to happen with him, too. Who knows how he will adjust. This time of year is usually busy and forward looking. Not this year. Send in the clowns!
How do you handle the doldrums?
It is hard to know in a drought how much supplemental water for the vegetable garden is too much, and how much is too little. We err on the side of overindulgence. Our recent water bill is testimony to our generosity. I worry that our pole beans, full and tall on their poles, have yet to produce flowers due to our over watering and not allowing them to feel stress. I worry our peppers are responding the same way, with very few fruits as yet. Here is a photo of the pole beans with potato plants in the foreground.
Babies born to diabetic mothers often have underdeveloped lungs due to the glucose-rich uterine environment which lacks the normal “stress” of less sweet amniotic fluid. Children who have few expectations don’t fare as well as their peers who have expectations.
It has been stressful at my work due to difficulty hiring staff. I can’t believe that the stress is doing me any good.
I think that a little bit of stress is necessary for all good development, be it for plants or people. The trick is discerning the right balance. Oh that we could thrive without stress!
What do you consider the good stress in your life? The not so good stress? How do you find a balance?
I heard Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition last night, and a convoluted trail of thoughts led me to Baba Yaga, Jack and Jill magazine, Lloyd Alexander, and the first time I tried to buy a book by myself.
My mother subscribed to Jack and Jill magazine for me when I was a child in the 1960’s. I was fascinated by the stories in the magazine about Baba Yaga, the Russian witch who flew around in a mortar and pestle, and who lived in a hut on chicken legs. Mussorgsky portrays the witch sailing fiendishly through the air in her mortar, and the hut walking around just like I imagine such a hut to walk.
There was no book store in my home town, and Sioux Falls didn’t get one until I was a teenager. My mom always let me buy books at school from Scholastic, Services and I took out as many books as I was allowed from the public and school libraries. I discovered a wonderful book series by Lloyd Alexander called The Prydain Chronicles one summer in the public library when I was in Grade 4. The stories are based on Welsh myth, and I was disappointed to find that the library was missing one book in the series. The librarian told me that she had no intention purchasing it, either. Without telling my mom, I found the name and address of the publisher (Holt, Rinehart, and Winston) from inside one of the books in the series that the library had, hand wrote a letter in my horrible handwriting asking about the price of the book, addressed and stamped the envelope, and mailed it off. A couple of weeks later I received a very nice reply kindly letting me know the price, which was more money than I had at the time, and thanking me for my inquiry. I dropped my search, and finally found the missing book a couple of years later in the book store that opened up in the first mall in Sioux Falls.
My love for Jack and Jill magazine prompted me to subscribe to it as well as Cricket magazine for my son and daughter. We found Baba Yaga stories in Cricket, too. Imagine my delight when I saw that Lloyd Alexander was one of the editors of Cricket. Both children loved The Prydain Chronicles, as well as other stories by Lloyd Alexander. Funny where listening to Mussorgsky will take you.
What magazines did your family subscribe to?
Today’s post comes from Cynthiainmahtowa.
Joe asked his 2 ½ year-old son, Jack, if he would please take his empty coffee cup to the kitchen. Jack said no. Joe then explained to Jack that when he asked his father to help, Joe always did. So it was only right and proper that Jack should honor his father’s request and help him when asked. Jack thought about that for a while, picked up the coffee cup, held it up to Joe and said, “Help me.“
I’ve heard that smart dogs are not for everyone. Neither are smart children.
Have you ever been outsmarted by a toddler…or, any child (or, dog)?
- a human bowling game – someone in a huge plastic bubble running toward 6-foot high nerf “pins”
- an obstacle course for two teams each with a stretcher and a patient. I’m glad both the patients were mannequins
- a back to front race in which two strangers were tied side-by-side, but one facing forward and one facing backward. The winning team went pretty fast considering
- a tire race. Let’s face it, the gentlemen took this one by a landslide
- an eye ball race – two kids, each wearing a huge eyeball costume. The brown eye won.
- t-shirt launching into the crown
- tiny tykes racing teeny motorcars – this makes it clear why five-year olds don’t have licenses
- a drone contest that made it abundant clear that flying these things isn’t as easy as it looks
- an adorable big wearing a large pin bow
Oh – and then there was a baseball game. Great seats, perfect weather, no one truly obnoxious sitting anywhere near us, a pedi-cab ride all the way back to where the car was parked. We lost but it was still a wonderful evening!
Do you root for a home team?
Me: Come over and put your head in here so I can take a picture.
Me: Come on. Please.
Me: Why not?
YA: You’ve used up your allotment of silly pictures.
Me: But I only took one at the zoo.
YA: That was your allotment.
So what’s my take-away from this? That my child used the word “allotment” correctly!
What was your last surprise?