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They grow up so fast…

Autumn is in 7th grade and 12 years old. That means she is playing school sports. She’s on the basketball team and Mondays finds me sitting in the bleachers cheering her on. Wednesdays find me sitting in class while the rest of my family are in bleachers somewhere cheering her on.

On Monday, just before the bus arrived, Autumn was adjusting her glasses (they always get bent out of shape) and they broke in half. Useless. Right where the nose piece meets the eye thing. So she went to school blind. Or at least squinty.

Her dad took the glasses to be repaired. He was shocked when the lady looking at them said, "so the first solder job didn’t work?" Steve replied, "They’ve never been fixed before." The lady gave him a hard look that translated means, "you poor clueless man."

Turns out, the glasses had been repaired before but Autumn’s parents had no clue (yes that includes me). So how did a 12-year-old get her glasses fixed without telling her parents? Have you met my mother-in-law?

Grandma Sherwood to the rescue, it seems. I was not happy about that, by the way. On one hand it is nice that Autumn has someone she feels comfortable disclosing things to. On the other hand, I do not like the idea that she conspired with her grandma to hide something from us.

Autumn was afraid we’d blow up. My reaction Monday when Autumn broke her glasses for what I thought was the first time, "It’s OK. It happens." Yeah, sounds like blowing up to me. She didn’t get beat, grounded, or anything. Even after we found out about the grandma thing, and did I mention I was not happy about that? (I didn’t even say anything to Grandma, and that was probably a good thing.)

We were able to buy her a new frame and the lenses she had were filed down to fit them. It’s been a year since her last eye exam, so last night she had her new exam. Her eyes haven’t changed that much.

The big news is the exam was a contacts exam. She has her first set of contacts, which we think she’ll be more likely to wear than sports glasses when participating in sports. (It’s hard to throw off the catcher helmet with glasses on in order to catch that pop fly.)

My baby has contacts. It probably killed her to have to wear her glasses to school today. ;) Grandma would have let her…

Thanks for playing.

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A huntin’ we will go

This past weekend, I went hunting for the first time ever. In the past I had gone out in the woods and scouted and helped set up various spots, but I never actually hunted.

This past weekend, I went hunting. Of course, I went hunting the four-star way with luxurious accomodations and someone else cooking the dinner (not to mention someone else hauling the deer, gutting, cleaning and even a butcher preparing the meat for me to take home in my cooler). It was hunting like I never knew existed and will never do again.

Img_2573Steve went with me. He and I were treated to seeing some of the biggest bucks (white-tail deer) we’ve ever saw in our lives, and apparently we saw the smaller ones. There’s one hiding in the woods there, but we actually saw them a lot closer than that.

We saw somewhere around 30 or 40 deer. Most of those were bucks, and the average had 8-points. Does were sparse (less than five) and probably about 5 fawns too. We were at a whitetail trophy ranch in the U.P. I was there to shoot a doe, (my first ever) although I took lots of pictures of bucks too.

Img_2533 Like this guy. When it came time for me to shoot, there were so many bucks in the way that it was hard to find a doe in the open. You don’t want to hit something else when you’re aiming, so you have to wait for the open shot. Ideally, the doe is standing broadside with nothing around her.

The guide, Don, picked  Steve and I up at 5 p.m. from the cabin we were staying. By 7 p.m., we were back at the cabin and the guide was taking the deer up to the barn be processed.

I shot the doe around 6:43 p.m. on Saturday. One shot, hitting her right behind Img_2570her front leg, which is the ideal place to shoot her. She dropped immediately. The lungs and heart are located there, so it does the trick. The kids are already looking forward to the venison meat we’ll soon be enjoying.

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Why Blog?

I’ve been thinking about why I blog and if I should change why I blog, or at least change the way I blog. (And no, I don’t mean blog more or less frequently.)

I know some writer friends who blog actually type up their blog in a Word document before they post it to their actual blog. Those who do that tend to have less typing errors and a lot less rambling than I do. AGK even plans blogs in advance. I’m more of a "wingin’ it" type of blogger. I blog right into the box at www.typepad.com, type up whatever it is I’m thinking and when I’m done, I hit publish and there it is for all the world to see.

That was OK with me because of why I blogged. In the past, I blogged as a "warm up" for my real writing and as a way to keep connected with my family that lives all over the U.S. I’m horrible at phone calls and I never know when anyone is home and no one in my family knows when I’m home, so with one blog I could tell my mom and all my brothers and sisters and assorted cousins, aunts and uncles about what’s going on. That’s a good thing.

However, it also meant that lots of people read "my shitty first draft," as Anne Lamott would say.

So. I started thinking about who might be reading my blog. I’m not worried about family and friends, butmy  students might be reading this blog, along with other people who realize I teach English. There’s that old saying "those who can’t, teach." And I’ve decided that I don’t want to prove that theory. I want to be able to do and still teach. (Yes, I want my cake and I want to eat it too.)

So, that’s the kinds of things I"m thinking about when I think about changing how I blog. Maybe, just maybe, I should be putting more thought into my blogs. Editing for those pesky errors. Refining it and putting out there something a lot nicer than my SFD (Lamott again).

Some of you may be groaning, thinking "The girl never blogs now, if she actually has to THINK about it, she’ll never post a blog again."  I hear you. However, part of the reason why I’m not blogging so often is because I am spending a lot less time on the Internet thanks to all the driving that I’m doing. So. There are lots of times where I have access to a computer (or paper and pen), but not the Internet where I could write something and then later edit it and post it. (Again, it sounds good, right?)

I just have to rethink of the way I blog. Or if I don’t change, I need a disclaimer saying everything contained in here is unedited and that I use this forum as a warm-up to the real writing, and have you ever read/met Lamott and understand her whole concept of SFD? Yeah, that.

One more thing to tell my blogging friends. Remember the requirement in your English class to keep a journal? I’m making my students do that too, however, it is an electronic journal. Whodathunk? That’s right, my students are blogging for grades. For most of them, it was an entirely new concept and a few were worried a bit about how complicated it can be. Others immediately started messing with templates and adding photos. And guess what? The best part is that they are reading and commenting on each others blogs.

In requiring students blog, I didn’t mean to make anyone nervous about it. I am going to have to change how I present it — devote an entire class period to it and not do it on the first day, for instance. But I like that it is helping form a community within the classroom. It also lets the students see what they are thinking about the reading, the writing process, etc. My goal was that the students could find future  essay materials in their blogs. It happened today for the first time! That means my idea works. :-)

One more thing before I go about my own writing style. It has undergone a significant change since last January. I can tell just by the physical appearance of my writing. For instance, I’m writing longer paragraphs. As I was writing this blog, I kept having to make myself break off into a new paragraph, and even then I think my paragraphs are longer than they might have been before. (Not necessarily a good thing for online, but part of my retraining to not always write like a journalist.)

Which brings me to one more thing, so I guess I meant two more things earlier… Apparently I write like a journalist. There’s something about my style that clearly shouts journalist. In my literature class, as we discuss authors, different terms are used in describing a journalist’s writing than someone who writes strictly novels. And I wonder, do I really write like a journalist or do people just think that because they know I’m a journalist? In a blind study would it stick out? The world wants to know. Or at least I do.

I know I said one more thing and then two more things, but this really really is the last thing. Every since Heather Cook had her blog redesigned, I’ve been drooling. And Shelley was making fun of my snowmen last week, but I didn’t retaliate by asking the current status of her Christmas porch lights. I was thinking that I want to revamp my blog, and when I do, I want to (I think) go with "Thanks for Playing" as the name. I was thinking of the images that would go with that idea… Not sure what I want to do. I like that quote Shelley always uses about juggling too, but a juggling photo doesn’t really go with "Thanks for Playing…" Input welcome.

So, this may be my last rambling blog. Or maybe not. If nothing else, I have some thinking to do… Thanks for playing.   

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Red, Blue, Yellow, Green

Although school is once again in session, I’ve spent most of the summer in the classroom pursuing a master’s degree. That means I haven’t spent the last three months doing normal Mom things – things like putting away dishes. Some days I arrived home, caught a few hours of sleep and left again, considering myself lucky if I managed to see my family. In my absence, my family filled in. When I finally managed to find a break, I noticed things were looking a bit different at my house.

Walking through my kitchen, I noticed my plates weren’t right. Have you ever had anyone help do dishes at your house and for a week later you’re still trying to figure out where they put something? Anyway, I looked in my cupboard and realized my plates weren’t where they were supposed to be. They were in the right spot, technically, but they weren’t right.

I turned to my daughter standing nearby, and tried to offer her some instructions on the correct placement.

“Autumn, the plates go red, blue, green, yellow.”

Autumn looked at me. She looked at the plates. She didn’t bother looking at me again. Instead she turned to her dad for help.

“Dad,” she said with lots of sarcasm plus a bit of a whine all mixed in with an eye roll. “She’s color-coordinating the plates.”

That’s right. I am, and I’m serious too. I spent more than a year before I found a set of dishes that I liked. In the end it ended up being four sets of dishes that all look alike but are in four different colors, all which complement my kitchen. I have 16 plates, bowls, small plates and cups and they have an order. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. They are kept in a hutch in my kitchen and you can see the color through the glass door. They are stacked up on the center shelf, perfectly precisioned in decorating order. Red.

Blue. Green. Yellow.

And when I went to the cupboard Monday, they weren’t all Red. Blue. Green.

Yellow. They started off right, but on top it went to pot. And we had Red.

Blue. Blue. Green. Green. Red. Yellow. Yellow. It was just…. WRONG. Red.

Blue. Green. Yellow. Say it with me.

That’s the way they go. Period.

That doesn’t make me weird, right? I mean there are lots of things that make me weird, but this is normal I believe. I like order.

Who wouldn’t when they live with four kids, four dogs, a fish and a husband?

What I need to figure out is how to get my family to learn all of the quirky little right ways that I know but I’ve never shared. Like the plates. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow.

A few nights later, I grabbed for a plate while I cooked dinner and I found order, but it wasn’t my order. Wide bands of color filled my vision. Four red plates. Four blue plates. Four yellow plates. Four green plates. I grabbed the two green plates off the top, already yelling Autumn’s name.

“What do you want Autumn for?” my husband Steve asked from the living room.

“My plates.”

“Autumn didn’t do it,” he laughed, his face revealing the true culprit.

It’s just not right for a husband to mess with his wife’s mind. That’s something we save for the kids.

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Life in Pictures

Here’s a few pictures from recent days…

First Day of SchoolFirstday  (click for bigger version)

And when we were camping at Labor Day, we had thieves. They got into our cooler (opening it up) and stealing the steak bones we had saved for our dogs. We got a picture of one of the kids on camera.

Racoon

Sherwoods Then we have the Sherwood family. That is my in-laws and their three children. My husband, Steve, is all the way to the right. In the middle is his older brother Jeff, and on the far left is his older sister, Brenda.

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