The fog comes in on little cat feet...

Houston: We Have Compost

I don't know about where you live, but in my neck of the woods cast-off wooden palettes are outside every kind of building shop, and businesses are always trying to get rid of them. They seem to reproduce rapidly in this climate too, so it takes about 5 seconds to accumulate a couple dozen of them should you have a yard project that needs doing (and needs palettes).

This being the Crunchy West Coast, where everyone has a compost bin and a spirulina smoothie with bee pollen and wheat grass, these palettes have evolved into the most popular material with which to make compost bins.

I've been wanting to build a new compost bin system for about, oh, maybe 5 years. But since we've always been renters, I've had to make do with those black plastic tub-like barrels everyone seems to have in their back yard. So yes, I did have two serviceable compost bins, but really, they aren't the best of designs, particularly when one has vigorous compost putter outers (CPOs) in the family. Mine have looked rather shell-shocked of late. So I started accumulating palettes. Much to Richard's unease. "More junk!" I think might have been his exact quote. "Oh, ye of little faith!" was my retort (which I realize doesn't really mean anything but at the time I couldn't think of a wittier reply).

Anyhow.

Free + Palette + Labour = A Good Thing.

Here we have the most popular style in compost bins. Also known as the Three Bin System, this trendy little number has a bin for each step on your compost's journey: 1) Beginner, 2) Intermediate, and 3) Fully composted. May or may not come with garden fork.

This one just appeared in my yard over the weekend. Magically. Really. One minute it wasn't there and the next minute - hey presto - it was. And look, there are already some compostable items inside! *

* item in question may or may not have had a little help from a handy guy named Richard, who would rather have been cleaning out the pigsty also known as the basement, so he could install some shelving he received many months ago, but we won't get into that because that isn't very productive, now, is it?

Now that the compost is in one place of the yard, instead of in several black plastic bins which migrate around the yard (and are usually in the most inconvenient places come winter when my CPOs are least interested in slogging around the yard with a heavy pail of vegetable trimmings).

Which leaves this part of the yard devoid of activity. Not being one to leave handy areas like these empty, I'm thinking chickens might look good here. Chickens or a really large greenhouse? Chickens AND a really large greenhouse?

Hey, was that Richard I just saw running down the street? Wait! Richard! Can't you help me build that chicken coop first?

Richard?

Richard?

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Between The Rains

It's raining here again.

Again it's raining.

Oh look! It's raining.

I'm wondering which of those sentences I prefer but they all boil down to the same thing: it's bloody raining.

I suppose it's fortunate to have inclement weather right now: it allows our school day to move along more fluidly than it would if the sun were beckoning. It's hard to focus on algebra or long division when the sun is warming the back yard swings and glittering off the smooth soft grass and calling to us in between the noises of the bees and the birds.

Oops, sorry. Let me just adjust my rain resentment a bit. I think it's showing.

And so we move along: the kids in their various school pursuits and me in my quest for more reading time. And yes, before you ask, I really DO like reading about Martha's chicken coop in the latest issue of MSL. It fills the spaces between the more difficult stuff. And really, who doesn't like reading about a truly superior chicken coop? That's what I admire about Martha - she always does it one better than we mere mortals. That said, I'd better get going on my pumpkin detailing if I hope to finish it by Halloween.

By the way, in between rains I managed to paint. I realize this might not be quite as gripping as Martha's chicken coop but some of us have to take our thrills where we can get them.

And though I did say I was going to use a Martha colour, in the end I settled for a small mistint of deck paint from the paint shop. It was cheap and available and as you might already have realized I am all about the cheap and available...

I'm going to call it Pavement. Or does Concrete sound better?

Thinking Carefully

Last year Max joined a group that uses the Thomas Jefferson Education methods. It wasn't my first experience with this philosophy but it was my first direct experience. I can't say that I read much into the literature, but that's mostly because it seemed so in line with how I already approach our homeschooling, so reading all those many many books (not to mention purchasing all those books) seemed rather, err, redundant (not to mention expensive). But this year he joined a study group that goes further into the whole philosophy and requires the student (as opposed to me, the parent) to be prepared to discuss theories and ideas. So we invested in the Publishing Empire, oops, I mean, we bought some of the books.

While I am not a person to jump on homeschooling bandwagons, I quite like the TJEd philosophy, which stresses the idea of personal responsibility in ways I can appreciate as a parent. It's particularly applicable for that dangling-on-the-edge-of-adulthood phase of one's life, when one might be more inclined to encourage lazy brain patterns and spend one's time at evening debaucheries (something at which I have quite a bit of experience). So while I might joke about funding someone else's Hawaiian holiday, I think this whole experience might be just the thing Max needs.

Take today for example. One of the assignments was a writing assignment: What is your responsibility to Canada?

Max's initial response was typical silly teen boy: "Huh?"

His second response was only slightly more thoughtful: "Um, be a good citizen - obey laws, help people out?"

I sighed a bit, but it had all the hallmarks of becoming a Really Useful Conversation so I stuck it out. Besides, in some ways I was curious. We homeschooling mothers always think we're encouraging critical thinking skills in our kids but I'm sure most of us wonder how far our efforts have penetrated. I know I do. Frequently. Particularly with my charming teen son.

So I opened with my first salvo - it's an oldie but a goodie.

"What is a citizen? What does the word mean?" I asked. "Look in the OED or the etymological dictionary."

It was then his turn to sigh, because he hates it when I say that. I think he'd like it if I went and got the OED* and opened it up for him, but I never do. Besides, this way it reminds him where we keep the OED and the etymological dictionaries. Charming motherly stealth methods we can all relate to, right?

So it was that Max looked up the word CITIZEN. And had to go a little deeper with his thinking, which isn't such a bad thing for a thirteen year old. We spent a long meandering afternoon, actually, discussing the concept of citizenship.

Which along the way led us into history: Athenian democracy, the Latin word CIVIS, who voted way back then, who didn't, and what it meant to be a good citizen, not to mention who could be a citizen. Which also led us into theories around personal responsibility in ways I won't labour over, but let's just say that it did turn out to be a Really Useful Conversation after all.

* Oxford English Dictionary The only dictionary there is, really.

And I Say HEY! What a Wonderful Kind of Day!

Guess who's going to be on Arthur? You can find more details here. October 25th. I am so there. I've always wanted to be on Arthur. It's a personal ambition of mine. I know, some people want to publish a Great Novel or travel to the moon or even learn to make the perfect florentine.

Me? I want to be on Arthur.

New Books

With it being the start of our school year, today saw me being Last of the Big Spenders with the credit card. I've taken to giving the kids a little 'kit' of fun things to start off the year with, nothing very expensive: toiletries, a book, new erasers, maybe something in the candy line. The glee with which they are received is probably the reason I don't begrudge buying the odd incongruous item. Besides, who doesn't like a gift bag to start off a new adventure?

Today we went to a local bookstore and everyone chose a book as a part of the whole Going Back To School venture. I had only one rule: it couldn't be a comic compendium that we could find for $1 at the second hand store (which ruled out a surprising number of choices, surprisingly, even though it was a rule I'd thought up on the spur of the moment when someone thrust a Garfield book into my face).

One of these choices I picked up to supplement an outside class one of us is taking. I'll leave you to guess which book and which of us will be using it...

FDPG had a gift certificate from Guides for this same bookstore so she bought several more of those Warriors books. Since they all look alike to me I didn't try to find a book cover to include in this post. Suffice to say that there were cats on the cover - earnest looking cats with odd yet deadly serious names like Masher and CloudKiller and Ferocity. FDPG likes this series. She seems to have about 300 of them, but still they appear in the bookstore - and each time FDPG exclaims "Gosh! I have to get that one!" I used to love this enthusiasm of hers, but since she can read one in an evening my fascination for finding new Warriors books has paled somewhat. Anyhow, she struggled mightily about settling on just one book. She passed up Binky To The Rescue, Amulet: The Cloud Searchers (we already ordered this from Amazon), a couple of cute anime books about cats, Ottoline At Sea (an excellent series), The Invention of Hugo Cabret, and about a billion others, with HUGE regret at each and every one because she really wanted each and every one, but when we got home and I was asking Dominic why he hadn't chosen the Binky book she shrieked "WHAT? THERE WAS ANOTHER BINKY BOOK? WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME?"

Some of us like a lighter vein of reading. Quick yet engrossingly odd facts we can blurt out at the dinner table. Statistics we can impress/revolt/charm/shock our friends with. Pages with short and easy to read sentences. Lots of pictures.

Ahem.

Fortunately some of us also like engaging our brains a teensy bit more than that. This is a short read, but so far it's been almost as popular with the masses as the Perplexus.

And some of us like the truly odd item. Here is a math calendar. A math calendar. One of us chose a math calendar. I assumed it was because this person knew about the Penrose book we have in the bookcase, and had a fondness for that poorly drawn yet personable feline, but no, this person knew nothing about that Penrose book in the bookcase. This person was shocked and amazed when I pulled out the Penrose book, from the bookcase, and exclaimed "WHAT??? That's the same cat?!! How could that be?" I shouldn't be surprised, really, because this person is a quirk of nature. A charming but quirky quirk of nature. Just like their father (another charming but quirky quirk of nature). So I left out the Penrose book and said "Why not compare the two?" and this charming little quirk said "But that's not a calendar. I like the calendar because then I know what day it is."

Um. Right. Sure thing, little quirk.