Better git hit in your soul

January 10, 2005 at 9:10 pm | In Uncategorized | 6 Comments

I need a solar panel on my sole. Unshoveled sidewalks have frozen over — joggers are hogging the street instead of staying on sidewalks, and one can only surmise that infirm elderly people are staying indoors. New mothers, off to a “new start” with the “new year,” dogged in their pursuit of “new figures,” put babies in joggers and careen, red-faced, parallel to sea-shore paths (now iced over), on snowy turf where their running shoe soles can gain traction. It’s a dismal scene, let me tell you. Rain is so much more civilised. I’ll be blogging lite here for a couple of weeks. Had a few brainstorms (ow, that hurt!) for projects which will take me away from the computer, and these will also be weeks in which I’ll be in full harness (not naughty, not what I had in mind): both kids are back in piano classes and music theory, which involves a lot of to-ing and fro-ing, especially since one of them is, first, taking a supplemental exam at the end of this week and, second, registered for five competitions with a local performing arts festival in March. In addition, fencing is back on for both of them, currently two evenings per week, but soon perhaps going to three nights, and gosh, it’s so cold and dark out there and I’d rather stay home than drive them to class…. Oh yeah, and I guess I have to pick them up, too. And of course there’s choir for one of them one night of the week, and there’s swimming for both one afternoon a week. I was going to add, “thankfully, they’re not in school on top of this,” but it so happens that over the course of the next three weeks, their distance ed. school will engage them in 3 Renaissance Program workshops. Then there are the sundry medical appointments: braces are coming off (yay!), retainers are taking their place, and quacks of all manner (plastic surgeons, if you can credit that) need be consulted over the matter of the son’s trigger finger: will he hold a foil with ease, play Bartok with confidence, and (most importantly), keep that mousing hand moving deftly on the rolling trackball in the eternal quest to amass points in a computer game? “Will he turn the pages of a book” is another question, heh…. (Actually, in fairness, he reads tons of books.) I wonder whether “trigger finger” is related to what we do, how we use the hand. Our doctor seems to think it’s an inherited tendency, which I guess explains why I have to restrain myself from shooting some people… See this neat little movie of what happens in the finger joint to make it “lock.” But worst, certainly worst of all, yours truly has to get up really early this week to go to a day-long workshop for our local distance ed. school (“local distant”? is that an oxymoron? probably… or not at all, given the internet). There, in the role of PAC and SPC member, I and the rest of the stakeholder community, together with the service providers, will workshop in accordance with guidelines set out for improving student performance. We will come up with visions (I know I will, especially since I’d normally be sleeping at that time of day) for the school community represented by the school, and we will brainstorm (ow, there’s that word again) ways to improve student success. Knowing what happened last year, I just know that we will have “break-out groups,” and we’ll have to do all kinds of funky role-play exercises, free-associate, use coloured markers on the walls, and present findings from our break-out group to the rest of the participants. Dear reader, you have no idea how painful this sort of thing is for someone who would rather chew off their leg than stay trapped in the spotlight, and who doesn’t even really wake up until about 2pm…. After last year’s meeting — which must have taken place during mild spring weather, not in the middle of winter — I went to Government House, which has a beautiful garden, and I stood on my head on one of its lovely lawns. The blood rushed back to my head, the sunshine filled my eyes, the world was upside down in a pleasant invigorating way: I remember it vividly. I think if I try it this time around, my head will simply freeze to the grass, crows will occasionally perch on the soles of my boots, and my hair will eventually meld with the turf, roots mingling with roots. I’ll have to stay there until I compost into something else. That’s why I need solar panels on the soles of my shoes: for de-icing when my head gets stuck to the frozen lawn.

6 Comments

  1. You need to start “podcasting” then you can while a way your hours in the car traveling from pickup point to pickup point rambling on and on just like the big guys. 🙂

    Comment by jr — January 11, 2005 #

  2. Good point, JR, except that I have enough trouble working the remotes for the VCR and the DVD players! But they’d be real short podcasts, which would be a blessing, since all the driving is really short distances — 3 minutes, perhaps 8 if it’s to choir. The longest is to the school/ Renaissance Program: that takes all of 15 minutes! (Victoria is pretty small if you live downtown and do everything pretty much downtown…) Once the weather gets nicer and the season gets lighter, however, a lot of this should get done on foot or bike, I guess. Which could of course lead to “perambulating podcasting”: hear me curse as I step in some dog poo, etc. etc. 😉 “She sounds just like a sailor!” you’ll all be saying. Aaarhgh!

    Comment by Yule Heibel — January 11, 2005 #

  3. After reading your upcoming (or now, current) schedule, I’m too tired to comment.

    But I dig the image of you upside down, frozen sculpture, a sanctuary for birds, sole solar panels. Sounds like a sculpture to me.

    Comment by Kate S. — January 23, 2005 #

  4. Well, last week was really awful because everyone was getting sick with the bug that I brought into the house, and the kids missed some classes (fencing, swimming), but we scrambled around in our weakened states to keep the other commitments, which happened to really pile into that awful week. This week is another “killer,” but I’m hoping everyone is well enough to handle it with a modicum of grace and mental presence, haha. After that, who knows. But, yeah, it just takes a little virus or something like that to knock over completely the carefully built house of cards. It keeps getting harder to start over, though.

    Comment by Yule Heibel — January 23, 2005 #

  5. Oh, I have to add that it’s no longer cold here (well, not that cold): we’re back to seasonal highs of 10C (or 50F), with nightly lows around 4C (or 4×1.8 plus 32 = 39F). That’s not too bad, feel-wise. But it’s quite bleak, overcast, and we’ve had plenty of rain. Can’t wait for some sunshine to break through the cloud-cover, finally…

    Comment by Yule Heibel — January 23, 2005 #

  6. 50/39 (10/4)?? That’s a normal winter temp for your area? I’m moving…

    I bet you’ll be sooooo glad when everyone has their own driver’s licenses, eh? 🙂

    Comment by Kate S. — January 24, 2005 #

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