Well, Hell.

Onward and upward, right?  I’m such a basketcase right now (I’m blaming hormones – probably rightly so)  – I was just at the grocery store  and a  blonde little boy an aisle over mashed his finger in his cart whilst sitting under it.  He did that pain cry and his mother unstuck his fingers but he needed to be picked up and he kept howling.  Long story short, IT MADE ME CRY, TOO.  Gawd.  That’s so embarrassing.  I think I’d rather have hot flashes.  I’m going to go drink mass quantities of alcohol to soothe it all away.  Just as soon as I candy these lemons somebody brought me.  Lots of lovely fragrant meyer lemons.

Can I Sit With You?

The blog that goes with the letter (below) is nice – I bought the book, too, it seems like an easy way to help out.  Now I just need grandchildren to share it with.

I was thinking about grandchildren and the lack thereof today.  What will I do with that child’s laptop I bought?  I need a smart, needy 8 year old to fall into my lap.

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Hi Folks,

Looking for that perfect holiday gift, the one that will both please its recipient and make its giver feel good?

Can I Sit With You? is a book co-edited by special needs parents Shannon Des Roches Rosa and Jennifer Byde Myers. It is a collection of stories about schoolyard social experiences, both good and bad. All proceeds from the sale of Can I Sit With You? go directly to SEPTAR, the fledgling Special Education PTA of Redwood City (www.septar.org).

These beautifully written, heartfelt tales should speak to anyone who has ever struggled to fit in with the other kids at school, wondered about feeling different, or felt like no one could possibly understand what they’re going through. We hope they will inspire elementary and middle school students, or at the very least temper their bewilderment as they grapple with issues such as popularity, making friends, puberty, sexual orientation, religion, race, special needs siblings, and bullying.

The stories are told from the point of view of the former students, in their own words. We did not censor the profanities a former eight-year-old screamed at the boys who beat up her special needs brother. There is no preaching or patronizing. As one reviewer wrote, “Perhaps the most important lesson in all of [the stories] is that the writers all survived and grew up to have something to say, and a place to say it.”

We think Can I Sit With You? is a wonderful book. And we would be so grateful for your support. You can purchase the book and have it shipped to you or your friends directly at:

http://www.lulu.com/content/1466612

Happy Holidays,

Shannon and Jennifer

P.S. Can I Sit With You? is also an ongoing blog project. You can discuss any of the stories in the book, read new stories, and submit your own stories at www.CanISitWithYou.org / ciswysubmissions@gmail.com.

Misc

1.  I can’t find my box of special ornaments for the tree.  It’s making me crazy.  I think it means we accidentally threw it out last year.  Could it be??  Oh, sadness, all my carousel animals, the fat cats … On a positive note, all the handmade ornaments from Son when he was little were packed elsewhere and I’ve got them up.

2.  Why Ice Fishing Sucks

3.  We get to book our cabin this coming Wednesday for the October ’08 Blues Cruise.  I’m jazzed!  We’ve spent the morning going over cabins and decks on the MS Ryndham.

4.  I’m trying to wear my new-ish glasses to lessen eye strain.  They are my first bifocals and they’re driving me NUTS.  Gah.

And How Was Your Day?

1. It rained and got cool here today. Thunder and big lightning on the way home! I had to actually close the windows AND put on sweats this evening. HALLELUJAH! I love sweats.
On a slightly less positive note, apparently neither big dog is smart enough to come in out of the rain. They were both soaked to the bone and required some serious towel time to gain entrance to the inside of the house.

2. Wolfgang’s Vault had a concert with Mahavishnu Orchestra from 1973 in their e-mail update today. It’s awesome and Wolfgang’s Vault has a nice interface for listening to these jewels. I LOVE how timeless music has become — or has it always been like that? The medium is magic now.

3. Coolest sentence of the day: “She heard a note being slipped under her hotel door and she experienced the universal mammalian atavistic fear response to nest invasion.”
Hell, I thought it was just me.

That sentence was from William Gibson’s latest book, Spook Country (and I probably misquoted because I’m listening to it, not reading it). I finished it today, and it was extraordinary. As always. I suppose I’ll have to listen to it again right away. His descriptions awe me and rock my world.

4. AAAARRR, Matey! I only got to exchange Piratese with one person at work today. Scurvy Wench beat me to the punch, too. The rest of the day I totally forgot about it in my quest to make the database drop trou for me.

5. Biggest Boner Award (and I don’t mean boner in a good way) Of The Week:
We had to change our door locks today at work and get new keys for everyone.
It seems that our alarm company had a big bag of keys with all their customer addresses and passwords in a company truck. The bag got stolen. Oh, my. Somebody’s gonna get their ass chewed for that. Whew!

What’s new

So, what *is* the new thing that everyone will do after blogs and myspace-esque ramblings? I find that I don’t particularly fit in with all the 2.0/collaboration/wiki type places even though I’ve joined a lot of them. Apparently information just doesn’t flow that way and I don’t care enough about everyone else to be a buddy or be buddied up. 🙂 I’ve never been much of a joiner or into groups and that has spilled over into online life. What am I missing? Maybe just not a team player, eh? AND it’s getting worse as I get older. I may be too isolated these days – I wonder how one would know?

Anyway, I’m listening to the new William Gibson novel, and he’s always all about what’s around the next corner. Made me wonder about it, too.

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On a completely different note: Have you seen Californication? It is maybe my all time favorite show. Each episode is better than the last. Funny, and oh so southern CA. Lots of hilarious little tiny asides that make me keep having to roll back the show to see what I missed while I laughed. It’s like, every word is a gem. Really. David Duchovny is everygirl’s dream of the perfect Heart-of -Gold But Really Baaad Boy. Oooooh, baby.

Now that I’ve said that, I just watched last night’s. It wasn’t *quite* as funny as the week before. It was more touching, though. Still love love love it. And it did have it’s funny moments, too. HBO (is it HBO?) needs to quit advertising all the best bits beforehand, though. It would be much more fun to come across them for the first time in the actual dialogue.

Peace out, mah nig nog.

Living On the Delta

Okay, off the Delta, way off, like Off-Off-Broadway.  But … we are still blessed with the Delta breeze most evenings in the summer.  It’s common to have a 40 degree difference between night and day in the summer around here.  105 in the day, 65 at night.  It’s all about that cooling Delta breeze.  It’s like a big sigh of relief rattling through the trees.
Ahhhhhhhh.

The days when it doesn’t happen are sheer torture.  We have to keep the windows shut and the A/C on to sleep, which I HATE.  Feh.

Give me 80 degrees and an open window.  And I’ll keep flipping my pillow.   Sadly, it doesn’t get DOWN to 80 degrees w/out the Delta breeze.

Have I mentioned I can’t wait to move?

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The cleaners are coming tomorrow to take care of the dead bodies et. al.  I’ve picked up some, but probably not enough.  They’re going to hide shit and I’ll be looking for it for two weeks.  This happens a lot.

I’m considering asking them to drag a box around with them as they clean, and if they feel compelled to stuff something in a random drawer, perhaps they could just drop it in the box, instead.  At least there would only be one place to look for things.  Does that seem reasonable or slightly, um, askew?

Have A Nice Day

SCHOOL ANSWERING MACHINE (old but amusing in a depressing way)
The Pacific Palisades High School (Northern California) staff voted unanimously to record a new message on their school telephone answering machine. This is supposedly the actual answering machine message for the school.

This came about because they implemented a policy requiring students and parents to be responsible for their children’s absences and missing homework. The school and teachers are being sued by parents who want their children’s failing grades changed to passing grades – even though those children were absent 15-30 times during the semester and did not complete enough schoolwork to pass their classes.

The new outgoing message:
“Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of your school.
In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, Please listen to all the options before making a selection:
* To lie about why your child is absent – Press 1
* To make excuses for why your child did not do his work- Press 2
* To complain about what we do – Press 3
* To swear at staff members – Press 4
* To ask why you didn’t get information that as already enclosed in your newsletter and several flyers mailed to you – Press 5
* If you want us to raise your child – Press 6
* If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone -Press 7
* To request another teacher, for the third time this year -Press 8
* To complain about bus transportation – Press 9 * To complain about school lunches – Press 0 * If you realize this is the real world and your child must be accountable and responsible for his/her own behavior, class work, homework and that it’s not the teachers’ fault for your child’s lack of effort: Hang up and have a nice day!

12 Rules For Being Human

from http://www.links2love.com/12rules_for_being_human.htm

1. You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours the entire period.

2. You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.

3. There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial and error: experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.”

4. A lesson is repeated until learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson.

5. Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

6. “There” is no better than “here.”
When your “there” has become a “here,” you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.”

7. Others are merely mirrors of you.
You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.

8. What you make of your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.

9. Life is exactly what you think it is.
You create a life that matches your beliefs and expectations.

10. Your answers lie inside you.
The answers to life’s questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.

11. You will forget all this.

12. You can remember it whenever you want.

Summer

GAG. It’s 106 now. Ouch. Went shopping, bad idea. Blacktop + car = Fried Girl

It was 77 degrees at 6:30 this morning, and 51% humidity. Gag me. In Sac the air quality was awful, too. Got that inversion layer thing going. 107 yesterday. Double gag me.

I think it’s getting more humid than it used to be. Is that part of the greenhouse effect?

Memorial Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

—JOHN D. MCCRAE, A CANADIAN DOCTOR WHO SERVED AS A CAPTAIN DURING WORLD WAR I