The World Is Round

Logan dictated this poem and asked that it be posted where Grandmas’, and anyone could read it.   She’s also taking a copy to school tomorrow to show Mrs Marooney.

The World Is Round

By Logan Genevieve Jacob-Nanci-Stonering, age 8

The world is always round

Round round round

The world is always round

Round round round round

With a hill over here

And a hill over there

A mountain over there

And a crack right here

It may be sandy it may not

But the world is always

Round round round

With a tree sticking up over here

And a bush there

The world is always round

Round round round

The world world world

Is always round

With a ditch down here

And a hill up here

The world is always

Round round round

No matter what’s on it

The world will stay

Round round round

Where there is sand

It is sandy

But the world is round

Where the sand

The sand is hard to dig in

The sand is hard to grow in

A house may stick up

A house may not

Snowy or not

Sunny or not

But the world is always

Round round round

The world is round like a ball

It looks flat to us

But it is round

When you and I walk on it

It looks so flat

The only way the flatness is stopped

Is a hill or a bush or a tree or a stump

But no matter where you are

The world is always round

It may look flat

But it’s always round

There may be a pool

Or a river

That’s hard to get across

But there is always something

Wrong and right about the world

Cause when it is round it’s never flat

Flat flat flat

Because the world is always round

It may look flat to you and me

But the world is always round

Round round

There may be a compost pile over here or there

But that helps the world to be

Round round round

The world is round.

The End

Lantern Walk

Last night we all went to school for the Grade Two Lantern Walk.  This is a Waldorf School thing we do every year, and this year we actually got to hear the story behind it, which filled in some gaps.  It’s taking note of St Martin and Martinmas (which has been mentioned other years, but hasn’t made enough of an impression for me to make sense of it, other than that the school has a coat drive and the Lantern Walks happen around the time of Martinmas.)  Wikipedia has more about the whole idea of Martinmas if you want to look: Wikipedia Link
The story goes that, before he was St Martin, a Roman soldier gave half his cloak (and possibly some bread) to a cold hungry begger thereby saving him.  Now this is taking note of at our school at least, on St Martin’s day, Nov 11, with among other things, children taking plates of bread (or cookies) to neighboring houses and singing, and by collecting coats at school to donate to local shelters.

Every year the early childhood classes and lower grades, at least up to third, since they went on their Lantern Walk last night too, make lanterns, and go out with them singing.  Last year we walked on a woods path at someone’s house, which, while pretty, was lacking something.  This year, having heard the whole story of St Martin as part of last night’s lantern walk, I can see more of what it was lacking.  Last year’s teacher was big on the lanterns pushing away the darkness, which bothered me, since we are only beginning to come in to the dark time of the year now.  He seemed a bit wrong headed about getting rid of the dark at the beginning of November, although one of the songs on the page all the teachers have to work from does say “down with darkness”.  Logan’s class opted not to use that one this year, she says.

Last night, instead of just a walk, we had a “St Martin’s Evening”.  We saw a little of the movement activities the class does daily (beanbag tossing and catching and stick games — to get them all working as a group I suspect!), then parents got to try participating in the games with the class. We heard the story of St Martin.  We heard the class play their flutes, and then children, parents, teachers and company lit lanterns and went out in to the neighborhood with plates of food.

On their flutes, in the classroom, Grade Two played “Bonny Boat” (Sky Boat Song), and then two Lantern Walk songs, which are on the page I’ve scanned and put in below: the Lantern Song, and I’m Walking With My Lantern.  Those plus the second one on the page we’ve sung every year at Lantern Walks.  The other, I only heard for the first time last year, although evidently it has been around, perhaps it’s just not used at the kindergarten level.   Parents got to sing along with the Lantern Walk songs as the class played.  The flute playing has changed and improved notably since last year, although it helps that they are playing songs I know and recognize that contain more than three notes now.  I suspect it also helps that Mrs Marooney is a flute (recorder) teacher.  Almost all eyes were on her as the children played — and the one whose eyes and body couldn’t stay on Mrs Marooney seemed to be following the song well anyway, just not being still at the same time.  Logan was completely focused on her teacher and her music, something we don’t see at home, but she doesn’t have a pentatonic recorder at home to work with, only a diatonic (I think — the one with eight holes), which she tries to use with the same fingering.  If you look at the larger version of the picture you can see the words an the music to the songs we heard last night.
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Step on a crack…

Well we don’t think John did it on purpose!

It turns out that Wilma’s sore back that was making her limp wasn’t just a pulled muscle but was actually a broken vertebra!  She called John yesterday to let him know she had a broken back!  He didn’t get the details of how they’re fixing it, evidently since it’s been a couple of weeks already she’s walked around with cracks in her back, it’s not an immobilizing sort of thing.  John and I have been laughing because it’s not a rhyme we’ve ever said around Logan — who avoids stepping on cracks on random days for other reasons — like they might make you fall into the ocean.

We have a long weekend.  Two days off school for Logan due to teacher conference days (ours will be on a day we’d normally go to school, cause I couldn’t see the sense of driving in on an extra day),  and a day off for John just to add to the fun.  There’s rain scheduled by Mother Nature, but that’s pretty normal at this time of the year, and if we’re lucky it will be cool enough to have a fire and keep it a little drier in the house.

We had a decent amount of rain this week, and less fog, which is what I prefer for my winter.  Although Monday afternoon the rain was so heavy driving home that the Semi Trucks were sending up huge splashing clouds on the freeway.  At that point I opted to drive the last ten freeway miles on back roads.  Even with the rain being equal, the reduced traffic makes the driving much more pleasant.  The rest of the week there was rain or mist or both, which was great.  Since I usually post pictures of the weather only when we have something exciting like snow, I thought this year I’d try to get some of our more normal weather.  With the forecast for the weekend, I’ll see if I can do that.  Logan has a plan to make coffee soup with some badly roasted coffee beans while John works in the shop, I think, so that should be a good time.   Badly roasted coffee beans have a lot of millage left in them even when they aren’t fit to turn in to coffee.  Just ask Logan!

All Hallow’s Eve

Logan had some rather particular ideas for Halloween and the Day of the Dead this year.

We put together a alter decorated by drawings Logan drew, flower petals to draw the spirits, Bone bread we made, and various offerings. Andy had his bowl up there, but some chicken for him.
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We made Bone bread in the Mexican tradition of the Day of the Dead. Basically, a sweet bread, with anise, decorated with ‘bones’.

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And what we did for going out trick or treating. Heck of a basket he has, eh?

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Oh, and Penelope’s contribution, plus a closer shot of me.

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And for my mother who made Logan’s dress - thanks, it was great.

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That’s it. Penelope is the writer. I suspect she might add more to this, but I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves.

Andy-Dog

1999 - Oct 30, 2008
Andy-Dog  was euthanized today due to acute renal failure.  We found out he was sick last night when he was unable to walk to come in to eat.  In hind sight there were signs, but they were indistinguishable from Andy’s normal behavior.  He’s the dog I’ve called autistic.  Whether he interacted with people at any given time was open to guess work.  So when he didn’t come in to the house for days while John was gone and ate his meals in the yard (where Logan and I took them to him carefully), we didn’t think it all that different.  He returned to normal-for-Andy when John came back.  But then didn’t come in again for three meals in a row, which was a little strange.  John brought him in at next sighting, and he ate normally and behaved the same as usual, so we attributed the meal skipping to a carry over from having missed John.  Until yesterday evening when he was unable to stand.This morning John took him to the vet and left him for them to check out as they could work him in.  Blood work showed that his kidneys weren’t just in trouble, but shut down.Logan and I met John at the vets this evening to say goodbye.  Now Logan and John are out digging a grave.  Logan is taking a printed out photo of Andy to school to put on their Dia de los Muertos alter tomorrow.

Andy was the dog no one saw.  The low impact dog.  The special dog.  He was one of two dogs that John has liked.  He spent a while barking at the compost pile at one point.  We never did figure out why.  He preferred corners, which in a round house was difficult.  He moved as little as possible, but he worked well with routine once he learned it.  In the house to eat.  Out of the house for the rest of the time in the summer (by his own choice) and for what he needed to do in the winter.  When we first got him we found that although he was somewhat house broken he was also likely to hike his leg while looking out the window.  He didn’t quite make the connection between seeing outdoors and being outdoors.  Or he didn’t care.   Once in a while he wanted to be petted, but often he looked very nervous if people came near him.  He lived for food first and fore most.  He trusted John, and tolerated me and Logan, although he never growled at anyone but the cats.  He’d become the easy dog.  Feed him.  Pet him for a minute.  Let him out.  Repeat in twelve hours.   People who visited us didn’t even know he was here because he’d be hidden under the house and never emerge.

We’d only had Andy, as well as Cosmo, since April of 2005.  You can see the posts about them in the Archive from when we adopted them.  We don’t know what  Andy’s history was before the rescue group found him, but we doubt it was a good life.  The shelter that the rescue group found him in was handling him with a “control stick” (long pole with a loop at one end) because they thought he might be vicious.  The woman who rescued him said once she convinced them to get rid of the stick he came and sat on her foot.  Which for Andy must have been a huge leap of faith and desperation.  We got to be friends with him thanks to a bag of elk jerky.


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