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For the past several years, each day of November I have posted on Facebook about what I am thankful for. Or, I have posted every few days a few things I am thankful for. I find it challenging to stick to doing any given task every single day beyond the basics required for hygiene and decent parenting, even if it is a task I want to do and set out for myself.
In recent weeks (maybe months?) I have found myself more anxious and stressed than usual (which is saying a lot). I have struggled to focus my attention on anything for more than a few minutes at a time. I am getting plenty of sleep. I am walking a lot. But my brain is just on overdrive all the time. It feels chaotic in my head.
I am contemplating the causes of this (not that hard to figure out, really) and working on solutions (harder). One thing I know I need to do is express gratitude. I am absolving myself from any requirements of eloquence or grace or even complete sentences. I just want to put some things out into the universe.
I am thankful that
- Zeke has finally made two friends in his first grade class and I've finally managed to contact one of the moms and have actually arranged a playdate for next weekend. I am both relieved and excited.
- My sister has been coaching me in how to say no. You might think this would be simple for me, but you would be wrong. I am rehearsing these lines in my head and planning to use them soon. In fact, earlier today I offered to do something for a group I am in and then I thought about my lines and I rescinded my offer! It felt good.
- Several people I care about are dealing with life-threatening illnesses or taking care of loved ones with life-threatening illnesses right now. This is not what I am thankful for. What I am thankful for is that these people all have access to excellent medical care, and more importantly that they are surrounded by family and friends who are providing unwavering love and support. AND that some of these people are willing and able to share what they're going through online so that the wider community of people who care about them can know what's going on and offer continuous love and comfort and encouragement. It's so unnecessary to suffer alone.
- Tonight I watched Zoe help Zeke with some martial arts techniques with confidence and patience I have never before witnessed in that situation. It would seem that becoming a black belt and taking a recently added leadership class at EvolveAll have really made a positive difference. She was kind and enthusiastic in instructing him and he was receptive to her teaching and demonstrated immediate improvement. I was proud of both of them.
(I was going to try to write 30 thankful things here because there are 30 days in November but as the words seem to be just spilling out of me I'll go for 10 tonight and do the other 20 later).
- I have a new client that I am so thrilled to be working for and whose work is making an enormous impact on our country with the potential to seriously change things for the better in the next year. This client completely fell into my lap unexpectedly and I am thankful for the referral from someone I worked with years ago and for the new relationship.
- My husband is keeping up with the impeachment hearings so he can explain everything to me. He is more attuned and seemingly better able to understand political news and analysis than I am and he loves to discuss it and doesn't mind answering my questions. And I am thankful that (hopefully) some people are finally going to be called to account for their unethical behavior. There's so much more they should be called to account for, but I guess we have to start somewhere.
- There are so many extraordinary books in the world and I get to read some of them. I have read (or listened to) some absolutely stunning books in recent months, including The Dutch House; Olive, Again; The Miseducation of Cameron Post; Normal People; Every Note Played; The Miscalculations of Lightning Girl; Children of Blood and Bone; Unsheltered; Sing, Unburied, Sing; Evvie Drake Starts Over; Starworld; Little Fires Everywhere; How Not to Die Alone; City of Girls; and The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek. This is not an exhaustive list. But a good one.
- We have a washing machine and dryer and a dishwasher in our house. These are the kind of conveniences we often take for granted, but they are actually huge. We do so much laundry in our house. I am so grateful that I don't have to take it all to a laundromat. We have nice clothes. We have warm clothes. We have plenty of choices of what to wear every day. We can be as clean and as cute as we want to be.
- I have choices. I am so fortunate to have plenty of options in my life. At times it may seem like too many, but what a luxury to have too many choices. What to eat, where to go, what kind of work to do, who to spend time with, how to raise our kids, what kind of vacation to take, what camp to send our kids to, how to entertain ourselves. We have immense amounts of freedom and privilege in how we conduct our lives.
- I play soccer with a phenomenal group of women. I love my team and I love playing with them on Monday nights and I am pretty happy with the fact that I have become a better player over the past eight seasons. And we have new jerseys for the spring season! Stay tuned for pictures come April.
It's time to put Zeke to bed. I am thankful that he still loves to read and snuggle with me.
I am so filled with anxiety that I am certain there is no room left inside me for my internal organs. They have been squeezed together in some tiny crevice so my anxiety has ample room to luxuriously expand. The knots in my stomach have all but filled my stomach so there is little space left for such old-fashioned things as digestion to occur.
I have spent a lot of this summer reminding myself to breathe. Taking deep breaths that require much more effort than seems normal, but then again when was the last time I was normal? I suppose the breathing has helped, as the threatening panic attack remains hovering at the edge of my consciousness, ready to jump in at any time an opening presents itself. The panic attack is like a first responder, but not the helpful kind.
Chief among the myriad reasons for this anxiety (although really, who needs reasons?) are two new schools. Tomorrow my kids will get on their respective school buses–they have never ridden buses to school before–and be delivered to elementary school and middle school for the first time. They will have new buildings to navigate, new teachers to get to know, new classmates who speak different languages, new assignments to remember, new school cultures to learn.
Of course I realize that kids start new schools all the time. This is the way of the world. But all those other kids aren't mine. And my kids, unfortunately or inevitably or just because of good old genetics, share with me just a bit of that predisposition toward anxiety. We are a sensitive people. I remember years ago hearing the adage that having kids is like letting your heart walk around outside your body, and so it is. Starting new schools is like your heart has developed some confidence, a sense of style, a few signature jokes, and then suddenly it's stripped bare all over again, completely vulnerable in a new environment. And now my heart is split into two, wandering through two new schools, looking around desperately for other hearts that will be kind.
This year for the first time I have a number of friends who are sending kids to college. Zeke's previous preschool teacher and preschool director, friends from church, friends from high school and elementary school, and my yoga teacher all delivered offspring to college for the first time in August. (All to excellent Virginia schools, as it happens). When I think of them, even when I see the pictures on Facebook of their smiling kids in freshly decorated dorm rooms, I feel like my heart is not simply walking around outside my chest, but has been forcibly ripped from my body and flung hundreds of miles away, where it may be lying in a ditch, attempting to struggle to its feet. College! Thinking about this literally makes my chest hurt. My daughter is only seven years away from this prospect. When I ran into our wise preschool director the other day and mentioned this, she said not to think about it yet, just to concentrate on kindergarten and sixth grade right now. Which is good, because that is all I am capable of at the moment.
I try hard not to be a helicopter parent. My philosophy is much more free range, although it's challenging in a culture of helicopters. I do believe in giving my children the opportunity to be independent, and learn things, and grow on their own. But what if kids are mean to them? What happens when kids are mean to them? Because it's bound to happen and it's already happened and it's so hard. Did I mention we are sensitive people? This summer at a couple of camps some little boys said mean things to Zeke. I don't know what all of the words were. Some of them, as I recall, were, "I don't like you." No one wants to hear that, but when you're 44 it's easier to give someone the side eye and walk away. Of course, when "I don't like you" is accompanied by being punched in the back while you're trying to make art, it's harder to let it slide. Especially when you're five. The day after this happened, Zeke was desperately and theatrically upset when I tried to drop him off at camp. It took 30 minutes for me to get to the bottom of the problem, but I did. I talked with the teacher and reassured Zeke that she would keep an eye on things and make sure the boys didn't bother him. She moved him to a different team, and he was calm and everything was fine. By the end of the week he was playing with the same boys. Sometimes I don't understand how life works at all.
With girls it's different, of course. I've been hearing a lot from fellow parents of tweens that we should brace ourselves for the mean girls of middle school years. Optimistically I feel like we can bypass this particular trauma because we've been dealing with mean girls since Zoe was in kindergarten. While she had an overall excellent experience in elementary school and has always had lots of friends, there was rarely a time in which she didn't have at least one "friend" who was trying to manipulate and control her. There was the girl who, in kindergarten, insisted that Zoe play Justin Bieber (Zoe didn't even know who he was, but cried about it nonetheless), and later threw rocks at Zoe because she was trying to meditate when the girl wanted to play. And there were other girls for the following five years who tried to take advantage of Zoe, who threatened to abandon her if she played with other friends, who attempted to enlist her as a personal assistant. There was so much drama. And it wasn't even middle school yet. So the good thing, I keep reminding myself, is that Zoe has so much experience dealing with this behavior and has learned how to stand up for herself and take care of herself in ways that it took me many more decades to learn myself, that maybe she'll be ok in middle school. I hope.
At her school open house, she was not the only kid to be walking around in a daze, clinging to a parent's arm, wondering how she would figure all this out on her own. I know she won't really be on her own. There will be 899 other kids there! I know she'll be ok. But I also know it's a little terrifying, and no amount of reassurance from her parents will take that away until she does figure it out for herself.
Less than 24 hours from now, my kids will be at school. I'll be on my way to a new yoga class I signed up for, which will be an excellent way for me to not sit home and cry or give in to that panic attack. Then after yoga I'll come home and attack the million work assignments I've been neglecting during the last week of summer when I've been trying to squeeze in the maximum amount of fun experiences with my family so they can have happy memories to hang onto during their own moments of encroaching anxiety. And I'll try my best to focus on getting my work done while I count the minutes until those school buses pull up to our bus stop and I not very casually envelop my children in gigantic hugs and try not to pepper them with all my questions about how the first day of school went. I will exhale. And the next day at least it won't be quite so new.
Today was the final Sunday of our November theme of abundance at UUCA. I led worship, along with my friends Bob and Kendra. You can watch a video of the service here: http://www.uucava.org/livestream/.
You can read my meditation and prayer here:
I encourage you to put your feet on the floor. Feel your seat beneath you and observe the presence beside you of caring people, whether they are friends or family or strangers. Notice your breath. Breathe in peace. Breathe out love. Breathe in comfort. Breathe out compassion. Breathe in strength. Breathe out generosity. Whatever you need right now, feel it filling your body every time you inhale. Whatever you wish to share with the world, feel it gliding into the atmosphere on your breath.
Spirit of life, we come together here today after having been scattered near and far during the past week. Some of us are refreshed and rejuvenated by time off from work and reunions with beloved family and friends. Some of us are weary from tense and difficult moments and feelings of obligation rather than joy. Some of us labored, some of us were served. Some of us were surrounded by love, some of us were lonely.
Whoever we are, may we find refuge here.
Spirit of life, as we begin again today, we ask for another chance. An opportunity to be kind to ourselves. To truly love ourselves so we can better love others. We seek relief and ease because some of us are Just. So. Tired. We seek clarity when facing an uncertain diagnosis, or no diagnosis at all, in the midst of debilitating symptoms. We seek reassurance as we endeavor to do right by our children when parenting can be so stressful. When we are young and when we are old, we seek acknowledgment. We want to know that we matter. At every age, we wish to be heard and understood. We seek grace along the path that is littered with our mistakes. We seek courage to be bold and step onto a new, unfamiliar path. We wish for the strength to unclench our fists and let the anxieties, the fears, the old hurts be carried away on the winds, leaving our hands and our hearts free. We long for the freedom to laugh and to cry with abandon. We seek release.
Whatever we seek, may we glimpse it today in this place, and claim it for our own.
And here's my reflection:
I have a contentious relationship with time. I am always running late, always composing an apology in my head. I promise it's not because I don't respect you or value our relationship. It's because I am overly optimistic. I always think I have time to do one more thing before I go. Write one more sentence, put away one more load of laundry, cross one more thing off my to-do list. I am wildly unrealistic about how much time something is going to take. You would think that by this point in my life I would've figured this out, but no.
My family is so often late that we've invented a game called the good excuse bad excuse game. Note that we do not play this in the exact moment when we're tumbling out of the house and into the minivan, because I would be way too flustered. But in a moment of calm, we can play. Here's how it works. One person says, "sorry I was late, I decided I didn't feel like getting out of bed, but eventually I did." Everyone responds, BAD EXCUSE! Another person says, "Sorry I was late, I was rescuing 100 puppies from a burning building." GOOD EXCUSE! And we continue to come up with the most pathetic or most heroic excuses we can think of.
As silly as this might seem, the good excuse bad excuse game points to an unspoken truth. The most valuable use of your time is often when you are helping someone else, when you are sharing your abundance, just like in the story Kendra read earlier. But what are the abundances we have to share? How can we find them when we so often focus on what's scarce in our lives?
If you're a Harry Potter fan, you may have sorted yourself into one of the Hogwarts houses. Is your abundance bravery, loyalty, intelligence, or ambition? Do you possess an abundance of patience in a world that prioritizes speed and multitasking? Are you able to bring presence into a culture of preoccupation? I know that I am awed by people who are able to be fully present with me, to make me feel like I am the only person in the world who matters at that moment. Yet this quality is not one of my abundances. For better or for worse, my mind is always tuned in to several channels at once. I can't NOT hear a conversation happening across the room, or the oven timer going off, or notice that someone in the vicinity needs something. One of my abundances is an astute power of observation, but not focused presence.
Maybe your abundance is more practical, like agility with numbers and the ability to manage or make money. I interview a lot of people on behalf of one of my clients who say they became budget counselors because they always loved numbers. I have always felt like I am allergic to numbers. At the annual meeting at church, my eyes glaze over when they talk about the budget. I am terrible with money. I sometimes wish our currency were only in words instead of numbers. Then I could understand. This trouble with numbers often comes into conflict with another of my abundances, which is generosity. Are you raising money for Multiple Sclerosis research, or orphans in Haiti, or school supplies for girls in Nigeria? I am guaranteed to donate, whether or not I can afford it.
In fact, one of my favorite holiday traditions, for the past 10 or 15 years, has been giving alternative gifts to nonprofits that I hand pick—and now my husband and children help choose—for all of our family members. We do this at an alternative gift fair, like those sponsored by Alternative Gifts of Greater Washington, or in Arlington, Gifts that Give Hope—which is hosting this year's event on December 9 at Discovery Elementary. Or online through the Catalogue for Philanthropy. What these organizations do is bring together wonderful charitable groups and tell you what exactly your $10 or $20 or $50 donation would do for their beneficiaries. For example, a $5 donation to your local animal shelter would buy chew toys for a dog waiting to be adopted. A $25 donation to a nonprofit that serves single moms who are survivors of domestic violence would buy a week's worth of diapers. A $50 donation would buy a bike for a young person in an African village to have the transportation needed to start a business. We take time to think about what kind of donations would be meaningful to each family member. Like the dog toys for Uncle Larry and Aunt Susan who have loved dozens of dogs and cats over the years. Cooking classes in honor of my aunt who taught me to make delicious food from scratch. You get the idea. On Christmas morning, we open these gifts along with all the others and read out loud where the charitable gift will be going. My family's goal on Christmas morning is to make people laugh or cry, and often these gifts elicit tears. And they don't take up room on anyone's shelf, and they're making the world a better place. These gifts also remind us of just how much abundance we have in our family and our community.
Going for the laugh is also fun, like when I got my mom an autographed 8×10 photo of Adam Levine because she's a huge fan of the Voice. You have to balance things out.
The paradox about my contentious relationship with time is that time is what people want most from me. Time is what my kids want, time is what my parents want. My husband, my dog, my friends, my clients, the church. Even though it doesn't feel like I have a lot of it, time is my most valuable abundance to give.
My parents have everything they could possibly want, and more. But my mom is thrilled if I give her a Christmas gift of a day where I help her clean out her closet and go to lunch. We take each other to concerts and plays and readings, where we share the gift of time spent together, sharing an experience. Seeing and hearing live music is one of the great joys that my husband and I share. When we devote so many hours to working and managing the house and taking care of our children and our dog, the simple act of making the time to be together and do something we both love can seem monumental, but it's so important.
What Facebook has abundance of is memes, and many of them are silly, and some are annoying, and some are offensive. But some are really good reminders of what matters. One I remember said something like, "if you have a stack of dishes in your sink, it means you have enough food to eat. If you have a pile of laundry to fold, it means you have enough clothes to wear." It's easy in Arlington, or in Northern Virginia, or Greater Washington, to feel like we don't have enough. We have plenty of first world problems. But we also have plenty of abundance. Abundant opportunities, abundant amusements, abundant things to see and people to meet. Abundant chances to serve. Abundant ways to receive.
As we close out our month of abundance, and our weekend of abundant food and company, and we look ahead to a month that may be filled with hope or anxiety, love or loneliness, generosity or uncertainty, or maybe all of these. Remember to take with you this month your inner abundance. Is it compassion? Vision? Wit? Steadiness? Creativity? Maybe you can't name your inner abundance right now. If that's the case, give yourself time to find it. And when you find it, give it away.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so.
Last night around 6, when I was waiting for a friend to pick Zoe up for tae kwan do because I didn't want to bring Zeke because he was coughing and his shoes were soaking wet because I let him stomp in a puddle when we were picking up Zoe from school and when we got home I discovered the dryer, which we just paid $400 to get repaired, was screeching mercilessly whenever I turned it on, I started feeling panicky. I was upstairs waiting by the window with Zoe to spot her ride when it arrived while downstairs Zeke had found a tray of Christmas treats Zoe had left out, and was stuffing chocolate covered peanuts in his mouth. When I ran downstairs to find him, there was a blend of saliva and chocolate seeping all over his face and clothes and his mouth was full of unchewed peanuts because he still doesn't have that many teeth. He had also managed to open Zoe's Finding Nemo DVD that she received for Hanukkah the night before and had somehow smeared it with chocolate as well. I wiped off his face and yanked off his shirt and fleece and went to put them in the bucket that we soak stained things in but discovered I had left it outside on the patio and it needed to be washed. And I couldn't wash it because the sink was full of dirty dishes and bottle parts because even though Zeke will drink water from a cup he still refuses to drink milk unless it's in a bottle.
I was short of breath, my chest was tight, I felt nauseated and dizzy. I have a friend just a few years older than me who had a heart attack last year. Someone else my age with whom I graduated from college died this year from one. And one of Randy's grad school classmates just died from a possible heart attack. I was increasingly panicked. I looked up the signs of a heart attack and a panic attack and found several websites that said the symptoms are remarkably similar. How helpful!
When Randy got home he dropped me off at urgent care. I should have just gone to the ER. The people at urgent care did not demonstrate any sense of urgency whatsoever. The receptionists and the physician's assistant all seemed bored and completely uninterested in their jobs or the fact that people they were helping might have some sort of problem. They acted like they had been hired for jobs at lackadaisical care. The PA greeted me with, "So are you having a heart attack?" I told her I didn't know what was wrong, that's why I was there. Later when she was doing the EKG and tears were streaming down my face she repeatedly told me to relax. Oh ok. Thanks for the advice. The doctor, who was at least friendly, said I was fine and there wasn't really anything he could do for me, as my heart and lungs and blood pressure were normal. He asked if there was anything stressful going on in my life. I didn't even know where to start. I offered, "I have two young kids…" He said something like, is that all? I didn't go into the running my own business thing or the fact that it's Christmas and Hanukkah and so many things are undone or the fact that tragedies local and global are constantly breaking my heart and assaulting my soul. He asked if I wanted anything to calm me down, like a Xanax. I declined, as I have attempted to use Xanax in the past and even in small doses it makes me feel drunk and unable to function. Calm, sure, but not really worth it.
So the good news is I didn't have a heart attack. The list of things to do remains long and the stacks of stuff to deal with are piled high. I am struggling to resist the urge to climb back into bed with my book–The Gravity of Birds–which is so good. In the meantime, I will listen to John Denver and the Muppets and try to get back to work, and be thankful that my heart is good.
You always hear about how the best thing for babies and kids is consistency. I would rather focus on the virtue of flexibility. As a parent and as the owner of a small business, no two days of my life are ever alike. There's no consistency from day to day. There are many things I'd like to do every day but don't, or plan to do but can't. I don't do routine that well. Maybe there are babies and children out there who are consistent, but mine aren't. And their parents aren't.
We do feed them consistently, although not on a fixed schedule. We keep them clean. We consistently go into their rooms during the night when they cry. We give them countless hugs and kisses every day.
And we are consistently late.
I am almost 40 so it seems unlikely that my consistent inability to do anything at the same time day after day will change. So I just need to stop consistently feeling guilty about it.
Sometimes you end up nursing your baby in the driver's seat of your minivan in the parking lot of McDonald's because his persistent screaming from the back seat was about to make you plunge your car into a snow bank. No varieties or volume of music would assuage him, nor your own voice, which is admittedly becoming less soothing. You're on your way home. It's been a long day filled with things that did not go well. Why is he screaming? It's anyone's guess. He is probably teething. Although he has seemed like he has been teething for the past six months or so. He is probably hungry, because it's dinner time. You're hungry. You plied him with cheerios and yogurt melts earlier, and you attempted to give him milk. But as is his habit lately, he will not breastfeed when there are people or things nearby that might be remotely stimulating. He drinks a few sips and–although you know he is hungry and you know plenty of milk is available–he wrests away and tries to throw himself onto the floor so he can crawl toward something compelling, like a glass object. He may be crying because his sister is not in the back seat with him as she usually is, since she has just been dropped off for a sleepover. She is a reliable source of companionship, entertainment, and cheer, and she is missing. He may be tired–as you are–and crying is his favorite way of expressing that. He may be frustrated that he has removed one of his socks but not the other. There is no telling. But you realize you cannot make it home while enduring the screaming any longer, so you pull into the parking lot, as far away from other cars as possible, and try to nurse. At first he refuses, clinging to his tears and then distracted by the novelty of the steering wheel, the gear shift, the buttons that control the music and temperature. Eventually, thankfully, basic desire for nourishment overcomes innate curiosity and he turns to you for milk. And he drinks.
After a while you step gingerly out of the car and oh so carefully try to put him back in his carseat, talking softly to him to try to erase any lingering memory of his previous activity there. He is quiet. You strap him in. You get back in the driver's seat and start to pull back onto the road. He starts to cry again. Your heartbeat accelerates and your hands clench the steering wheel. You start to sing "Old MacDonald" (no relation to the restaurant–different spelling) and run through your mental catalogue of 15 or so animals. He is quiet again. You are so tired you start getting the animal noises wrong. You switch to "The Wheels on the Bus" and exhaust the list of bus features and riders. He is still quiet. You stop singing and feel profound gratitude for the silence.
On good days, parenting is made up of many ecstatic moments interrupted by a few exasperating ones. On bad days, the reverse. Some days as a parent I can rejoice in the trivial triumphs, like getting Zeke's nails clipped so he won't claw himself or us in fits of excitement or fatigue. Other days I look around at the colossal mess and the long list of undone items and struggle to see what I've accomplished, other than keeping everyone fed and alive. Which is something, but sometimes seems like a low bar.
While I am a working mom, my work only happens during the hours that Zeke is in day care and Zoe is in school, or sometimes at night if necessary. Although night office hours are much fewer and further between since Zeke was born since his sleep patterns are utterly unpredictable. But I am on my own with the kids most afternoons, and with Zeke on Fridays, and typically on snow days, so I did identify with this post by The Ugly Volvo. Parenting a baby can be so spectacularly joyful and so thoroughly frustrating from moment to moment.
At this moment, thankfully, Zeke is asleep. It was a hard-fought nap. He has a cold, so he was only willing to nurse briefly because breastfeeding makes it hard for him to breathe when he's congested. I knew he was tired and still hungry but he screamed and battled fiercely when I tried to keep feeding him. Eventually I liberated him from his napping cocoon and took him downstairs to play while I pumped four ounces. Luckily I was able to entice him to stay in the play area instead of crawling off to find uncovered electrical outlets while I was tethered to the breast pump. Then we returned upstairs and he sat up and gave himself the bottle while I sneakily eased him half into the cocoon. As soon as he finished drinking and discarded the bottled I zipped him all the way up, singing "The Wheels on the Bus" at the top of my lungs to distract him from his capture. Then I rocked him and toned it down until he zonked out.
At nine months, he seems gigantic. He's wearing 18-month clothes and stretches out way beyond your arms when you're holding him. And he's so tough and sturdy. He hardly seems like a baby because he appears indestructible (don't test this, please). He just steamrolls over toys of any shape or size to get what he wants. He crawls so much faster than you expect and then you really don't have time to look away or do anything you thought you'd have time to do between when you put him down and when he's at the top of the stairs, or in the kitchen. He's made a game of taking a toy and throwing it on front of him and crawling to get it and can repeat this over and over circuiting around the first floor of our house. At long last, he has two teeth–one fully in and the other emerging–and loves to use them to crunch. In fact he's so excited to feed himself that more often than not he wants cheerios and the other little crunchy things instead of the baby food. I think the baby food is getting boring. But we haven't quite gotten to the point where he can eat what we're eating. Probably what has to happen is us putting in the extra effort to make some table food that's appropriate for him, but we haven't quite managed to do that yet. And I'm also not sure that anything I can make will be as nutritious as these little pouches of spinach, apple, and rutabaga, or plum, berry, and quinoa.
Zeke recently discovered clapping, and today I saw him pick up two blocks and clap them together and enjoyed his reaction when he created his first hand-held percussion instrument (aside from one of his favorite hobbies of smacking and tapping all wooden surfaces). Much like his sister and his parents, he loves music. Yesterday we went to the open house at Zoe's former preschool, which will hopefully be Zeke's preschool next fall. One of the first people we ran into was the music teacher there. One of my favorite times when I used to co-op in Zoe's class was going to music class and seeing the kids either enthusiastically sing and dance and stomp around, or just observe mutely. I am reading the book Quiet right now and gaining a better understanding of how personality develops and what it means when kids are introverted or extroverted or low-reactive or high-reactive or sensitive and the various combinations of all of those factors. And I know participating in preschool music class isn't really everyone's thing, but I think all of the kids are still taking it in on some level, and how it comes back out remains to be seen. Zoe was not always a jubilant singer, but that didn't inhibit the development of her fascination with and intense enjoyment of music. Today in church, she was sitting with me in the front row, right behind the grand piano, percussionists, and bassist, with a great view of the choir. On the first Sunday of the month, kids start out in the sanctuary and participate in the first part of the service, then listen to a story for all ages, and then go to their religious education classes. But after the first couple songs, Zoe said emphatically, "I want to stay for the music. I don't want to go to class." So she stayed, and she seemed as entranced and moved by the music as I was, singing to herself quietly, but clearly part of the moment.
Is it easy to be hard on yourself as a parent, or as a nursing mom, or as a nursing, working mom. Sometimes things do not go the way you expected them to go, or the way you think they must magically go for everyone else. But sometimes they work out fine. And sometimes your baby beams at you for minutes at a time without breaking eye contact, showing you the best way he knows how exactly how much he loves you. And sometimes your first-grader holds your hand and sings with you in church, or snuggles up to read, or gives you a kiss when she knows you're feeling beaten down, and she even says "I love you," because she can, and she does. And a nap would be nice, but you know you'll make it through one way or another.
I'm sure everyone in my family has now seen more of my breasts, and more often, than they ever expected or cared to. My boy Zeke loves to nurse. And why wouldn't he? Thankfully, he's a good sleeper, usually going through the night without needing to eat these days. As a result, however, he packs it in during the day, breastfeeding six or eight or a dozen times a day. I lose count. Every day I intend to keep track, but my brain is so cloudy that I forget. He enjoys long, luxurious meals. He appreciates quick snacks. When I'm out in public, especially in a crowded place or if strangers are seated nearby, I feed Zeke under a nursing cover. I can't imagine it's very discreet, because anyone would see what I'm doing, but at least my boobs and my belly are not exposed to a room full of people. But at home, or on vacation, I don't bother. So Family, I hope you haven't been offended. I am nutritious.
After a long and thorough search for an acceptable day care provider to care for Zeke when I go back to work in earnest, I found someone who has run her home-based day care for 33 years. Her house is five minutes from ours and she seemed conscientious and the kids there seemed happy. Zeke won't start there until September, and even then he will only be with her two days a week and with my parents for two. I'm sure he'll be fine, and if I decide I don't like her, we can always take him out and find someone else. And yet. Putting him in day care at all feels like a colossal betrayal. I am his source of sustenance. Sure, he's taken bottles of breast milk from his dad and grandparents and great aunt. But it's me he loves to eat from and with. Sure, there's some ego involved here. Being the mother of a baby is nothing if not a rush to the ego–look what my body developed and birthed and now I'm feeding him and he's growing and WOW — I am doing this. Even if it's basically all happening automatically and you're not really doing anything yourself, just letting yourself be used as a vessel and a milk factory. Still, it feels impressive and gratifying. Much as you feel pleased with yourself when you take him to the grocery store in the stroller and buy $100 worth of groceries that you shop for with a basket attached to each side of the stroller and then you stroll home the half mile with 9 bags hanging from the hooks on your stroller handlebars. You don't always have that many opportunities to feel really physically competent–or at least I don't–but taking care of this baby provides plenty.
I realize that soon after he starts day care, he will likely start eating some solid food, so he won't be as dependent on nursing as he is now. At some point, that will be a relief to me and certainly to Zoe, who is visibly frustrated with the lack of intimacy she is able to share with me now in terms of snuggles and lap time because Zeke is so often occupying my arms and taking priority. Life will be easier for me, just simpler and less demanding, when I don't have to nurse so much. But at the same time that intensity of being needed, and being able to provide such an essential service for this wonderful little person, will diminish. And as much as constant breastfeeding has driven me insane, when I just want to eat a sandwich or go to the bathroom, the thought of giving it up makes me equally sad. I know I'm not giving it up just because he'll be in day care, but it will all be different. And we know change is hard. Although when you have kids, change happens about every five minutes whether you like it or not.
I can see Zoe changing by the minute since her brother was born. While she seems less likely to listen the first time and increasingly able to stand and stare at us when we ask her to do something, or why she did or didn't do something, wearing this expression of complete intransigence, she is also more independent and both able and willing (if sometimes resigned to doing so with a loud sigh) to amuse herself for long stretches. I guess she realizes it's either be her own entertainment or stand around being pathetic while we take care of her brother. Last summer I took her to the pool almost every day after camp and played with her in the water. This summer it has proven complicated and exhausting to get in the water with Zeke, although I've done it a handful of times, and Zoe has adapted quite nicely. She swims by herself, throwing in pool toys and diving to catch them, or she makes friends, or she plays with kids she's met before. She's adapted.
Before Zeke was born, Randy and I easily agreed that we would be sure to spend one-on-one time with Zoe to make sure she got enough attention. Of course that makes sense and is what any good parent would do. But then life happens and it's harder to do the things that obviously of course you should be doing. I had this idea that I was spending all this time with Zoe because I spend a lot of time driving her places and watching her swim, or do tae kwan do, or what have you. But Zeke is always there. And as often as not, screaming in the car.
So finally, I took Zoe out today for a mommy-daughter outing, to get our nails done. Something definitely not appropriate for babies and something only big girls get to do. She chose neon orange for her toes, and what she called sparkly indigo for her fingernails. And she got flower designs on her thumbs and big toes. Then we went out to lunch, where Randy and Zeke met us. Thoughtfully, Zeke slept through lunch.
Then after lunch I had the opportunity to indulge myself in some mommy-alone-without-kids-and-not-attempting-to-do-work-or-errands time, while Randy hung out with Zoe and Zeke at home. I had a reflexology foot massage, supremely relaxing in its own right, but also just blissful in that I was just on my own, being taken care of, and not taking care of anyone else at all. Even for a minute. My breasts safely cocooned inside my shirt.
It's good to be needed, even when it's exhausting. And it's good to have the chance to give something to other people who need you besides the little one who just likes to suckle and smile. And it's good to take care of yourself once in a while. And now that it's bedtime for the grown-ups, that means it's time for me to pump, to make a bottle for Zeke to enjoy with someone else who loves him.
Sometimes I wish Zoe would magically behave like some mythical girl I imagine from the 50s–perhaps like how I imagine my mom and her siblings were taught to behave by my Nana and Papa. I don't know how they actually behaved, but I imagine a lot of "yes, ma'am" and "no, sir" and looking adults in the eye and shaking their hands politely when the adults said "you look so nice!" or "you're getting so tall!" I somehow imagine they never had to be told (again and again) to sit up, or to stop scowling, or to stop kicking the back of someone else's seat.
But that's probably not true. That's what kids do, right?
And in general I'm thrilled we don't live in the 50s.
I often think about how vastly different the culture was and my grandparents' circumstances were from my own parents, and–somewhat less dramatically–how the expectations for parents and children are for my generation. Paradoxically I wish for the simplicity, respect, and determination to appreciate what you have and not waste so much of everything that I feel was characteristic of my grandparents' parenting and my parents' upbringing. But I realize that times were different and some of that leanness was born of necessity. They had less so they had no choice. We have more so we can afford to make poor decisions more often. That sounds terrible, doesn't it? Sometimes I don't know how to stop it though.
I read somewhere that moms today spend way more hours actually engaged in activities with their children than moms 50 years ago, despite the fact that more moms today have part-time or full-time jobs outside the home than did previously. Because that's what's expected of us. We have playgroups, we take our babies to music classes and sign language classes and playdates. My own mom, who was a stay-at-home mom at least until my sister and I were in school all day, doesn't recall scheduling playdates with us and our friends. Friends would come over to play or we would be dropped off somewhere else. But that didn't really happen until elementary school. We went to preschool. But we didn't take weekend classes at the rec center when we were three. I'm making no judgment here whatsoever. I've signed Zoe up for and schlepped her to plenty of classes, some of which I thought she would love, and some of which I felt like I was supposed to bring her to. And certainly when your kid crosses the threshold where you don't have to participate in the class, and you can sit on the sidelines and watch, what a relief to have a break! In recent years Zoe has said, "I wish you were one of the counselors at camp so you could stay there all day with me." Um, don't you get it? If I was going to be with you all day, I wouldn't send you to camp. We would just stay home. I have to work. That's why you go to camp. But I don't say that.
Which brings us, naturally, to martial arts. A couple years ago Zoe attended a tae kwon do birthday party. She was a little scared and a little intrigued. Chalk it up to a new experience. The following year, she attended the party of the same girl (now a black belt) at the same tae kwon do studio. She loved it. She wasn't scared. She was fearless. She said, "I want to take tae kwon do!"
I file that away and then notice months later there is a new martial arts studio in our neighborhood. We sign up for a two-week trial. It's not easy, but it's fun and interesting and Zoe's on board. Of course the timing on my part was foolish. When we did the trial we were in the midst of a rec center gymnastics session and a preschool soccer clinic. And we were looking forward to a summer at the pool and more swimming lessons. Tae kwon do seemed like too much to add, so we didn't.
Then, after a summer of successful swimming (which it turns out that Zoe's much better at than soccer or gymnastics), the pool closed and our thoughts returned to tae kwon do. The people running this studio are smart. The minimum commitment is six months. You can also opt for 12 or 18 months worth of classes when you sign up. You can go once, twice, or three times a week. It turns out that it actually takes a while (or at least it has for Zoe) to get the hang of martial arts.
I was thrilled that Zoe showed interest in this. It's so important for kids–and I think girls in particular–to have the strength and confidence instilled by martial arts. Zoe is active and athletic but also very girly and princessy. Her parents are conflict-averse. I emphasize compassion and kindness and politeness. Assertiveness has never been my strong suit. So I didn't make her sign up, and it wasn't even my idea. But I'm the one who's made the commitment.
Martial arts is hard. The master who teaches her class is excellent, and a stickler for perfection. He does not reward kids who don't get it right. And why should he? If you're going to learn it, of course you should get it right. But did I mention it's hard? It requires different skills than reading or writing or painting or making up shows or any of the many, many things that Zoe does well at and enjoys. It requires patience, diligence, a lot of repetition. Martial arts requires strength, agility, and amazing motor skills and coordination. For a five-year-old, these skills are still developing, sometimes slowly. So Zoe complains. When it's time to go to class, she often doesn't want to. She's tired. But when she gets to class she usually perks up and has a great time. I often struggle with what to say or do to get her excited about going. She doesn't understand or care about the money I'm spending on the classes or the commitment we've made and I'm sure not going to get into how I want her to be able to fend off attackers when she's older if she's ever in a dangerous situation. It's hard to come up with a reason you should do something that you don't feel like doing that's not necessarily mandatory, like school or eating or bathing.
Recently she went to a day of camp at the martial arts studio on a day when school was closed. When I arrived in the afternoon, it was time for her regular class. She'd already been there for seven hours, some of which she'd been practicing moves and some of which she'd been playing and watching a movie. Apparently she was completely spent. And apparently I was totally unable to comprehend that, and deeply frustrated that she was refusing to participate in the class and just glaring at me. I had brought her the day before to a 50-minute private lesson there because she had said she felt like she was behind and didn't know what she was supposed to be doing, after missing a couple weeks of class because of her surgery. During the private lesson she improved dramatically just over the course of 50 minutes. She was focused, determined, and awesome. When she wouldn't go to class the next day and she gave up the opportunity to demonstrate what she'd learned and test for a stripe on her belt, I was so angry. So we went home and I fumed and she sobbed and I did not have my best ever parenting day.
She went back to class the next regularly scheduled day and was happy enough to go. I thought she did great and the master asked her to try to test for her next stripe, and while I thought she nailed it, apparently she didn't quite, because he didn't give it to her. I was disappointed, but she came off the mat smiling and I congratulated her for working hard. I asked if she wanted to go to class Saturday (which we don't usually go to, but could since we missed several classes and should really make them up) so she could have another shot, and she said no. I asked her again later and she still said no. But she's been practicing her form all weekend and her punches and kicks, so clearly she wants to get back on the mat and try again.
Part of the reason I so want Zoe to stick with this is that it's difficult and it doesn't come easy for her. I wish I had had the opportunity to do something like that when I was a kid. The most comparable thing for me was math, but I never got better and there was no joy there for sure. I never played on a team or competed in anything except intellectual pursuits. That's a whole different post, but the point is I know this could be so good for her. But I don't want to push her so much that we both dissolve into tears and fury. But I don't want to let her give up just because she doesn't feel like working at it one day. But maybe when you're five your parents should cut you some slack? Or maybe that's when you need to start learning to be strong?
Randy says when she does get her next stripe, it will mean that much more because she's had to try for it again and again. That's probably true. Until then I probably just need to take more deep breaths and not say anything. I should try not to push or pull. But it's so hard.
When I was a kid myself, fortunate to have a mom who was able to stay home with us or work only when we were at school, I used to think these horrible, absurd thoughts like, "why do people have children if they're going to send them to day care all the time?" Clearly I was insane and I don't know what inspired such craziness. Some of my best friends had working parents and would spend afternoons with babysitters or in extended day. But somehow I guess you think your experience is the norm and everyone else's is the aberration, until you know better. Or at least that's what I thought.
Now, as a working mom who also attempts to be at home a lot of the time with my child, I realize how complicated it is. Now, few people I know have the income to enable one parent to stay home all the time. I always imagined I would be a stay-at-home mom until I was a grown-up with a job and a mortgage. I knew then it wouldn't be possible to afford our life (which is by no means lavish) on my husband's income, and it wouldn't be fair of me to expect him to support our family by himself. I also knew that I didn't want to have a regular office job when I was a mom. I once had a (childless) boss who supervised me (then childless) along with several other women who had children or grandchildren. When parenting emergencies arose, he seemed less than compassionate. I vowed that I would not work for him when I had a child, and preferably not work for anyone who might scowl or scold me when I arrived late to a staff meeting because my child had am unexpected doctor's appointment.
I launched my own business seven years ago so I could continue writing and editing for nonprofits, which I love; earn a living, which is necessary; and enjoy the flexibility of being able to make my child my top priority without anyone getting pissed off at me. And it's worked out pretty well. My business has thrived, I've spent many amusing (and plenty of annoying) hours with Zoe, and I've always been able to take her anywhere she needs to be without having to ask permission. I've also put in more late nights than I care to remember finishing work that I didn't get done during the hours she was at preschool or at my parents' house or, yes, at part-time day care.
Still, five years into being a working mom, the specter of guilt still hovers nearby. I am confident that I am doing everything I can to be a good mom while I'm working as hard as I can to run a great business. But when I registered Zoe for kindergarten in June, and the registrar asked if I would be enrolling her in extended day, I said, "oh I don't think we'll be needing that." When I did the math, I figured the hours Zoe will be in school will be about the same as the hours I had cobbled together child care this past year. So I'd make the best of it.
But sometimes you need to meet with a client after 2:41pm, when school is dismissed. And wouldn't it be nice to get my work done during the day instead of at night? But I felt guilty signing up for extended day. I have friends whose kids are in child care 40-50 hours per week. I don't judge. Their kids are lovely. But somehow it seemed wrong for me to leave my own kid at school for an extra hour or two. At the same time, as I've raced to pick Zoe up at camp every day this summer at 3:30, and struggled to fit everything in around that schedule, I was beginning to panic about the fall.
Today was the deadline for enrolling in extended day, so between client meetings I scurried over to the extended day office to register and pay and get it done. I was encouraged by a discussion I'd initiated on Facebook, my favorite parent support group, in which several working mom friends who live all over the country said how much fun their kids have in extended day and how it's an opportunity for them to play and socialize and it will make me not stress about getting to school by pickup time. The thought of getting to totally enjoy Zoe when I pick her up instead of figuring out how I'm going to finish my work, return phone calls, and check emails, is appealing. And I am tremendously thankful that this opportunity exists. Friends of ours just moved from a school district filled with working parents that doesn't offer any before or aftercare. Then today I read a column in the Post about how the lack of quality, affordable child care is a critical issue in our country–ignored by political candidates–and that it keeps many parents out of the workforce altogether.
It turns out I'm a damn good mom, even though, or maybe because, I am a working mom. I am thankful that I've created an arrangement that works for our family. I'm lucky that it's worked out. And I know Zoe will be fine staying at school for an extra hour or two. Guilt be gone.


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Saturday, February 11, 2012
The Perfect Snow
6 comments:
- Oreo said...
yah, it doesnt get much better than that!! I agree.
- February 11, 2012 at 2:34 PM
- animal lover, quilt lover said...
WE have a yard full of flowering plants and the weather man says it is going down to 24 degrees Sunday morning!!!
The poor plants are going to say WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Glad to see you Judi!!!
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That is the perfect snow! LOL
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- Sweet William The Scot said...
Civil War Balls sound like fun. We have been working on a costume since Cincinnati first had Tall Stacks, the return of paddle boats on the Ohio River Festival. Maybe some day we will get it finished.
Sweet William The Scot
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Well Hi pretty stranger,
Been quilting up a storm???
Summer has come straight from winter. We had no spring!!!
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- March 30, 2012 at 10:28 AM
- animal lover, quilt lover said...
Well here we are in Summer big time and our garden is needing so much work and I am full of muscle spams!!! I keep forgetting I am OLD and can't do the work I use to do!! Still going to make soup today and water and pull and harvest at the garden!!!! No house work tho!!
Thanks so much for your visit!!!
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The health sector in Guinea-Bissau faces a severe shortage of health workers and lack of access to health facilities. Therefore, the Guinean government and its national and international partners defined a national strategy to reduce maternal, infant and juvenile mortality and to increase access to basic health provisions, in which community health initiatives play a crucial role. In this context, the NGO VIDA together with the Ministry of Health created and organized a system of Community Health Agents (CHA) in the Autonomous Sector of Bissau.
CHA programs are becoming increasingly popular in sub-Saharan Africa. In recent years, community health workers have become an essential part of national and international health strategies on the delivery of health care in the region. At the same time, there is a concern that the low motivation of CHAs may threaten the potential benefits of investing in CHA programs.
This study wants to investigate to what extent a model in which non-financial incentives are offered on top of basic monetary benefits can result in a sustainable and effective system to incentivize CHAs in developing countries. First, we study incentives activating intrinsic motivation of the agents, related to the pro-social characteristics of the CHA role and non-monetary rewards targeting the extrinsic motivation of the agents, such as social recognition in the community. Second, this study wants also to test whether the dissemination of information on CHAs' work in targeted communities could improve the effectiveness of the program. Finally, we will also devote attention to the possible complementarity between the different non-financial incentive schemes, as well as to the complementarity between incentive schemes and more informed beneficiaries.


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As a student in New York, she studied with both Bernard Greenhouse of the Beaux Arts Trio and Zara Nelsova. During this time as a student, she won a full scholarship to Aspen International Summer Music Festival and participated in Pierre Fournier's master classes in Geneva.
Deirdre has held positions with the Scottish Ballet Orchestra as principal cellist, The BBC Scottish Symphony as sub-principal and in 2010 joined (again) the PO cello section. She has been guest principal cellist with the Philharmonia Orchestra, BBC Scottish Symphony, The New Queens Hall Orchestra, the English Sinfonia, Northern Sinfonia and the BBC Concert Orchestra. She is currently principal cellist with L'Orchestre Des Jardins Musicaux, Switzerland.
Alongside her orchestral work, Deirdre has continued to remain very active in all her chamber music commitments. In 1996 she joined the Smith Quartet which specializes in performing contemporary works both acoustic and with tape and/or live electronics. The quartet has commissioned many works, performed worldwide, produced recordings, and played for both radio and television. She has also enjoyed several tours with the Fidelio Trio including trips to China (2009) and the USA (2014).
Deirdre is the proud mum of 4 children Anne, Ian, Colin and Jessica.


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Identify the source of the infestation. Drain flies are terrible at flying, so you probably don't need to look very far to find the offending drain. Attach a piece of tape to the nearest drain, sticky side down, and wait 24 hours. If you see flies on the tape, you've found the source.
Clean the drain in question with a pipe brush first, and then use a plumbing snake. Get rid of all possible organic material that the flies may use for food. If you haven't cleaned your drain in a while, this may be pretty gross, so wear rubber gloves and don't breathe in too deeply.
Use a drain cleaner to clean out any remaining gunk or film that drain flies may breed in. Any drain cleaner you can find at your grocery or hardware store will work. Ask The Exterminator also recommends spraying the area with insecticide meant to kill flies. Bleach will not do the trick as it only kills bacteria, not insects.
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Skill or Luck ? Tips to master Teen Patti Card Game
Published Date
August 1, 2017
By ridhima arora
There is a major luck factor involved in a
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which is mostly ignored. Combine that with a set of skills and you will master the game in no time. Read on to find out how;
Tip 1
- Always agree upon the stakes you want to play with. This makes you sound like a pro. So it's like a hint that you drop to other players right in the beginning, that you know what you're doing. This obviously depends on how much risk you're willing to take. Always start with low value bets and then slowly increase the value when you have good cards or you're feeling confident
Tip 2
- Study your opponent and their pattern of playing.You will notice that players get emotional and expressive. The body language of a lot of players reveals a lot and if you keep your eyes and ears open you can take good advantage of this.
On the other hand, be careful with your expressions and emotions. Try and be neutral with minimum changes in your behaviour. The toughest player is the one you can't read.
Tip 3
- Got good cards! Do not instantly post a big bet, like most players. Take your time to play your turn. A big bet right from the beginning will cause players with weak cards to fold instantly and you'll lose out on a good pot amount.
Tip 4
- Play blind. Specially in
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you'll notice a lot of players play Blind for the first couple of rounds. Restless players usually see their cards immediately and give themselves away. It's a good way to leave the opponent feeling perplexed. You can make him feel doubtful about his own cards by your confidence level. Playing Blind also helps increase the Pot amount.
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- Use the sideshow option. If you are not very sure about your cards, ask for a sideshow from the preceding player. Out of you two, whosoever has a better hand, continues playing. This unique feature of the
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Tip 6
- Play bluff with weak cards. Do not give an indication of your poor cards. Confuse others to the extent that they fold/pack.
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- When in doubt, Pack. All top grossing players and experts bet on a very small percentage of the hands. Remember, good fortune demands patience. The teen patti card game is all about choosing right moments to bet.
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- Do not get disheartened if you lose few rounds continuously. Eventually you will be dealt good cards. A lot of players jump from one room to another, which actually costs them more without them realising. Or, try earning bonus chips and points by doing some other activities, take a break and start with a fresh mind.
Last but not the least - As a beginner, try and play for free. You can play with friends and family at home to learn the basics of the game before you start betting and taking risks. There are a lot of really good
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Posted by Lorna Collingridge on 16 Aug 2008 | Tagged as: Conferences and Presentations
On 13 July 2008, Lorna presented a seminar "Ocean Psalms: Exploring an Ocean Spirituality" to a group of Uniting Church members at the Warehouse Cafe church in Fremantle, Western Australia. at this seminar she presented sample meditations from the CD-ROM. The organiser, Rev Marion Millin, Associate General Secretary (Pastoral), Uniting Church WA, was well acquainted with Lorna's music through her CD Walking in the Wilderness produced in Brisbane in 2000.
Posted by Lorna Collingridge on 13 Feb 2008 | Tagged as: Conferences and Presentations
"Ocean Psalms" premiers at Yale Conference on Religious Environmentalism
From February 28th to March 2,
Ocean Psalms, which had been published just days earlier, was a gift to every participant of this conference, thanks to the Institute of Sacred Music and its director, Prof. Martin Jean. The
On Saturday afternoon, Teresa Berger and Lorna Collingridge both participated in a break-out session dedicated to "Water" and presented on Ocean Psalms.
Finally, the Sunday morning Eco-Service Harmonizing Hope included a blessing taken from Ocean Psalms, which the multi-faith congregation sang together. Lorna Collingridge, the composer of the blessing, led the congregation. Accompanying her on his alto saxophone was Grammy-award-winning musician Paul Winter. This "Ocean Blessing" proved a fitting and deeply moving conclusion to the Yale premier of Ocean Psalms.


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PCIM - Hall 6 stand 140
05-07 June, 2018 : PCIM Europe (Power Conversion and Intelligent Motion) is the international leading exhibition for Power Electronics, Renewable Energy and Energy Management.
PCIM Europe
Exxelia booth : Hall 6 stand 140
05-07 June, 2018
Messe Nuremberg, Germany
Working frequencies in Space applications are shifting to Ka, Ku or even Q band, while cavity filters are undergoing the general trend towards miniaturization: this context calls for a much more precise and stable tuning element now offered by Exxelia Temex, daughter company of Exxelia, through their last innovative and unrivalled solution to incorporate a self-locking system into their Invar Tuning Elements. Invar-36 is a unique Iron-Nickel alloy (64 % Fe / 36 % Ni) sought-after for its very low coefficient of thermal expansion. With 1.1 ppm. K–1 between 0°C and 100°C, Invar-36 is about 17 times more stable than Brass which is the most traditional and common alloy Tuning Elements are made of. The working temperature range in Space is so wide that this property becomes essential for a reliable and stable cavity filter tuning. Self-locking system is a technology commonly used on Tuning Element made of Brass or other soft "easy-to-machine" alloys but is innovative and pretty advanced when applied to hard and tough Invar 36. The design consists of two threaded segments separated by two parallel slots. After cutting both parallel slots, the rotor is compressed in its length in order to create a plastic deformation. Thus, an offset is induced between the two threaded segments which generates a constant tensile stress in the rotor from the moment threaded segments are screwed.
Film capacitor series keeps its cool even at 150°C
The Exxelia Dearborn 880P series of metalised Polyphenylene Sulfide (PPS) Film Capacitors is designed to keep cool when things get hot. With an operating temperature range of -55 to +150°C, they experience no derating for DC operations and none in AC operations up to +125°C. This enables them to function at full capacity in extreme heat applications. The ability to operate at such high temperatures can eliminate the need for a cooling system within the design, thus reducing overall design time, weight and space. PPS is a high-temperature, low-loss dielectric film used in the 880P series of wrap-and-fill capacitors. This allows them to feature superior electrical characteristics over an extremely wide temperature range and maintain excellent capacitance stability in one rugged, lightweight package. It performs consistently well in commercial applications such as in power supplies and in more demanding applications, such as in avionics, on a congested control or instrumentation panel. The series features a capacitance range of 0.0047 to 10.0µF and voltage ratings from 50 to 400VDC with precision tolerances as low as ±¼% through ±10% yielding greater accuracy of capacitance. It is also a customisable unit with voltage maximums of 700 – 800VDC at 125°C maximum (higher voltages are available at reduced capacitance). Made in the USA, the units are highly durable and capable of withstanding a five-pound pull force on lead axis. They are non-polar and demonstrate low loss factor, good voltage breakdown strength and high insulation resistance (low leak current) – and are completely stable over normal temperatures, voltages and frequency ranges. These characteristics allow the 880P series capacitors to deliver high performance in a variety of applications such as DC timing circuits, low- to high-frequency AC applications, and pulse or energy discharge uses. Additionally, the package has axial leads with moisture-resistant, flame-retardant epoxy end seals and an outer tape covering for maximum performance.


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Live Dungeness crab is in this weekend from Washington. The perfect little treat to keep the winter doldrums away.
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Q. Can an employee have more than one FMLA occurrence within a 12 month FMLA period? I.e., 12 weeks for a spouse + 12 weeks for a parent all within the same year?
A. An individual is entitled to 12 weeks total for care of a family member during one 12 month period subject to the counting method of employer, i.e., calendar year, rolling period, etc. An employee does not get 12 weeks each for different family members.
Q. What happens if an employee is terminated for reasons unrelated to FMLA but uses FMLA as a claim for improper termination and retaliation under FMLA since a child was hospitalized?
A. Provided the employer has legitimate and preferably documented reason for adverse employment related action that is unrelated to FMLA, such employment action is defendable. The key of course is documenting the legitimate business reason.
Q. The employer knows of a leave that would qualify but the employee has not asked for FMLA.
A. In this instance, the employer would have an obligation to make a reasonable inquiry to determine whether the leave is FMLA qualifying despite the fact that the employee did not ask for "FMLA" leave specifically.
Q. If someone is in need of time off (i.e., gives birth) but is ineligible for FMLA as of their first day missed – but becomes eligible soon after – are we required to provide them with a full 12 months of FMLA or are we able to back out the time already missed prior to becoming eligible? I.e., person employed 11 months and worked 1,250 hours once 12 months have passed are they entitled to 8 weeks of FMLA or a full 12 weeks?
A. Once an employee has satisfied the minimum eligibility requirements – 12 months of employment (which do not need to be consecutive) and 1,250 hours worked in the 12 months immediately preceding the request for the leave – he/she is entitled to the full benefits of the FMLA.
Q. An employee states they are leaving because they are stressed out and off to see the doctor. We send them the certification form for their doctor to complete. If they don't return the certification form within the required timeframe and do not call us to indicate they are still in need of leave, at what point can the absence be considered job abandonment?
A. Employers should be careful in moving right to termination if the employee fails to return the medical certification form within the original 15 days. At a minimum, a follow-up notice giving additional reasonable time should be sent prior to terminating for job abandonment or the like.
Q. We currently request certification for all FMLA leave. If an employee does not want to take FMLA, but as the employer, we want it designated as FMLA leave, can we designate it as FMLA leave even if the employee does not return the medical certification form when we are requesting it for all other employees?
A. Yes. If you have enough information to determine the leave is FMLA qualifying then you may do so even absent the medical certification form. However, we can require that an employee return the medical certification form and if they refuse, absent extenuating and/or excusable reasons, discipline for his/her unjustified refusal.
Q. What about certifying FMLA when someone is out on a workers' comp claim?
A. Note that FMLA leave can run consecutive with leave for workers compensation provided that the leave is otherwise FMLA qualifying.


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The 9 Emotional Stages Of Reading Your Childhood Writing
Have you ever stumbled upon an forgotten journal or notebook and read through your old stuff? If so, than you know the many emotional stages you go through when you read your childhood writing. It's a roller coaster ride, to say the least.
From the poetry of my childhood to the Harry Potter-inspired stories of my adolescence to the emotionally-charged journals of my teen years, I have been writing one thing or another for as long as I can remember. If I wasn't up late at night reading with a flashlight under my covers, I was jotting down all of my thoughts, feelings, and ideas, convinced each one was as brilliant as those of the professional writers I looked up to. Whenever I wrote, whatever I wrote, I was always so sure that anytime I put my pen to paper, I was recording a *very important* story that was pure gold. Now that I have a solid decade, not to mention a writing degree and years of experience as a professional, between the writing of my youth and now, I can see clearly now what I couldn't then: I was no Sylvia Plath.
In fact, whenever I find my old notebooks, I go through the typical nine emotional stages of reading old writing, and I have to say, it's always a doozy. If you've ever spent the afternoon diving into old diaries, you know exactly what I mean.
1. Excited
When you first stumble upon an old notebook, journal, or diary, you can't wait to dive in and see what little you was thinking all those years ago. In fact, if you remember correctly, you were a pretty good writer back in the day.
2. Nostalgic
Flip through just a few pages, and you'll be overcome with feelings of nostalgia for your childhood. If the Lisa Frank notebook cover isn't enough to have you feeling sentimental, the way you used to write about what you wanted to do when you grow up certainly will.
3. Confused
Once you decide to actually read your old writing, though, those warm-and-fuzzy feelings start to morph into something... confusing. Reading your old worlds is like meeting a stranger, and you can't help thinking to yourself, "was I always so angry/sad/dramatic?"
Yes. Yes you were.
4. Embarrassed
Dive a little deeper and the shame will start to set in. You can't help but cringe at your younger self for what you thought was "good writing," whether it be a story, a poem, or — worst of all — a diary entry. Part of you wants to reach through a time portal and smack your younger self for being so embarrassing. Thank god you grew out of it... sort of.
5. Impressed
Once the shame starts to fade, you can't help but feel a little moved by your old writing. It wasn't all bad, and in fact, you actually have some good ideas in there. Maybe you weren't such a bad writer after all. Maybe some of this stuff is worth saving.
6. Heartbroken
Even after you find some pretty impressive writing, you can't help but squeeze out a tear or two when pouring over your old material. Some of this stuff is just saw raw and emotional. You had dreams, you had hopes, you had unrealized love with the cool older guitarist in your school. Each new diary entry, each new confession in the form of a poem, each new story about kid not so much unlike you makes your heart break just like it did all those years ago.
7. Relieved
If you can pull yourself out of the mindset of younger you, you'll find that heartbreak is only surface deep. You have hindsight now, and you realize you're relieved all of those things you wished for, and all of those things you wrote, are in the past. They're part of you, sure, but you are relieved to know things worked out for the better. Well, mostly.
8. Proud
Looking back through old writing, and it's impossible not to at least feel a little pride for your drive as a kid. You can't believe you had the patience to write a 200-page Hermione fanfiction story or an entire notebook full of love poems. Back then, you had the guts to put your passion to paper, and that's something to be proud of. Way to go, little you.
9. Inspired
By the time you get to the end of your childhood writing notebook, you've been on a roller coaster ride of emotions, but it all lead you to feel one thing: inspired. If little you had so much drive and passion for the written word, why can't big you? You're ready to take the writing of your youth and step it up a notch. Go ahead, make that little kid who dreamed of becoming a writer proud. At least you know it can't get any worse than what you've already written, right?


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Monuments in Spain
Discover Spain's marvellous monuments in depth: the gardens and palaces of the Alhambra in Granada, Gaudí's stunning Basilica of La Sagrada Familia, the magic columns of the Great Mosque of Cordoba, the Giralda Tower in Seville, Santiago de Compostela Cathedral...Castles, bridges, temples, palaces and much more. From north to south, Spain has an endless number of amazing monuments reflecting our country's art, culture and history, from antiquity to modern times, in many different styles, like Baroque, Gothic and Mudéjar. What are you waiting for? Come and discover them. Click on the links below to find out more about a fantastic world.
Patronato de la Alhambra y Generalife. Pepe Marín.
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Shrine of Santa María de Peñalba. Arnedillo.
Art | Monuments
…Periferia sur este de la localidad. 26589. Arnedillo. La Rioja. http://www.arnedillo.org/Ayuntamiento.3383.0.html. The shrine of Santa María served as the parish church to the old village of Peñalba, today abandoned. It …
San Miguel Collegiate Church in Alfaro. Alfaro.
Art | Monuments
…Plaza de España s/n. 26540. Alfaro. La Rioja. E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com. http://www.alfaro.es/. It was declared a National Monument in 1976. It took more than a hundred years to build (16th-17th centuries. The…
Santa María la Mayor Church-Fortress. San Vicente de la Sonsierra.
Art | Monuments
…Calle Fortaleza s/n. 26338. San Vicente de la Sonsierra. La Rioja. E-mail: email@example.com. www.sanvicentedelasonsierra.org. The parish church began to be built at the beginning of the 16th century withi…
San Bartolomé Church. Logroño.
Art | Monuments
…Plaza de San Bartolomé. 26001. Logroño. La Rioja. E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com. www.lariojaturismo.com. The church was built in the 18th century and restored in the 15th. The church has three naves, separated by polyg…
San Pedro Apóstol Church. Enciso.
Art | Monuments
…26586. Enciso. La Rioja. http://lariojaturismo.com. The church was built at the end of the 15th century and beginning of the XVI century. It has defensive-type tower from the 12th century. There is a single nave with thr…
Church of La Asunción. Navarrete.
Art | Monuments
…Plaza Mayor, 1. 26370. Navarrete. La Rioja. http://www.ayuntamientonavarrete.org. The church is built in ashlar stonework with three naves covered by groin vaults. The choir stall is placed low, and at one end stands the…
Los Peregrinos Fountain. Logroño.
Art | Monuments
…Calle Barriocepo. 26001. Logroño. La Rioja. The fountain is built of stone and formed by an arch set between two pillars, a frieze and a pediment. The year 1675 may refer to the date when it was rebuilt, as the work itse…
Ruins of the San Juan de Acre Hospital. Navarrete.
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…Camino de Santiago. 26370. Navarrete. La Rioja. It was founded around 1185 as a hostel and to provide aid to pilgrims. Archaeological excavations began on the site in 1990. Findings included the main walls of the old hos…
Freestanding Cathedral Tower. Santo Domingo de la Calzada.
Art | Monuments
…Plaza del Santo, s/n. 26250. Santo Domingo de la Calzada. La Rioja. E-mail: email@example.com. http://www.catedralsantodomingo.es. A visit to the freestanding tower of the cathedral offers the chance to enjoy …
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…Carretera de Nájera. 26370. Navarrete. La Rioja. This 12th-century Romanesque doorway belonged to the old hospital of San Juan de Acre, and stands at the entrance to the cemetery. It has five slightly pointed archivolts,…


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