Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

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11:58a	And the three men I admire the most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost What can I say? I'm a traditionalist. I believe that the apples should be peeled before they go into the pie. I have converted the children to this position, but like all unbelievers, they had to try it out for themselves, first. In some areas, however, I'm just simply picky. I believe that the produce stickers should be taken off the apples, too. Today's lesson for your active homeschooler is, When someone tells you to do a chore, you actually do it. You do not read. You do not disappear to your room to play with clay. You do not turn on a book on tape and veg. You do not drift off and look vaguely at the ceiling. You do the job. Theoretically, you do the job the first time you're told, too, although this is admittedly advanced work. Apparently this is a complicated concept, as a result of which I'm going to have achy legs at the end of the day. That's going to be from climbing up on their backs like an elephant's mahout and riding them all the way to the ends of their chores. Anybody got a cattle prod? Giddyap! (2 Comments | Comment on this)
6:53p	Dougie The middle of my back aches. Right below where the wings attach, know where I mean? We're getting ready to go, and things are going well, but I have an appointment tonight which means two hours out of the house, hours which I could spend improving the edges (which are very messy) and relaxing with the bandar log. Anyway, the car is packed, except for the stuff that goes in the cooler tomorrow. The house is not clean, but it's cleaner, and most of the stuff that could go bad and stink is dealt with. The petsitter (thank goodness for the Girlfriend) is informed. I have this feeling that I've forgotten to pack something for myself, but my meds are definitely in there, so anything else can be replaced if necessary. We went to the bookstore and picked up some books, mostly so that Littlest will have something within her reading level but a little more interesting. I got a copy of, I think, Lakota Woman, and I have made a note to myself to spend at least a little time reading each evening, for the sake of my sanity. Unfortunately, at this time there is no bedroom for smplmn and me at my parents' house, so we're sleeping in the living room, which means it's hard for me to escape early without displacing everyone who is busy being fascinated by the television. It's also hard for me to get any time alone with smplmn. I don't demand vast quanitities, but it's good for me to be able to release some tension by talking to him. Note to self: when you come back from vacation, pick up The Annotated Alice again. I started it when stephe gave it to us last Christmas, but got distracted; I need the kind of screwy humor it contains, and since I don't yet have a copy of Amphigorey, Too, Alice should be just the thing. (1 Comment | Comment on this)
9:52p	Gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'm thinking that tonight's session wasn't very productive. I sat down and my traitorous intestines immediately said, "Bubble." Then they said, "Bubble." After that they said, "Bubble-bubble-bubble." You may see a pattern forming here. It is very hard to concentrate on therapy when you are concentrating on not letting out an absolutely huge, mind-blowing fart. On the other hand, my therapist said something he's said before, and I'm starting to sit up and take notice. I'm a bright person. Bright as in intelligent. Between my father and my teachers, I learned growing up that it was terribly important to be smart. What I didn't learn, because the people around me were so careful not to do it, was to give myself credit for being smart. I didn't get scolded for my grades, ever. (The only thing that was ever done about a poor grade, in first-year German, was that my mother sat down with me and taught me how to study -- intelligent woman. Thanks, Mom.) But I also never, never, *ever* got told that I had done a good job. This left me completely puzzled. ( Read more... ) (2 Comments | Comment on this)

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