Thursday, October 31, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
There were so many awesome and fun things we did that first week in America... here are just a few: Show bows and arrows in the back yard.
Dug Earth Words up for Secret Fishing Holes.
Made NEW Stomping Grounds Out of Old Ones!
Then we sat down... and wrote it all out.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Check online for times and prices, but the OMSI IMAX is always a great experience... even for young viewers like my youngest, who is six.
Of course, for most Oregonians, the roads and paths to these gem spots are well worn... but for others, I hope this helped. Here's to raising awesome kids. Get out and explore.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
(Girls hiding under Aunt Christi's table before an epic game of Duck Duck Goose)
I am not a fantastic Mr. Fox. Indie film crews are not at my beck and call.
My suicidal brother has never heard of Bjorn Borg, and there are no boy geniuses in raspberry berets at my Rushmore.
Eli Cash never crashed my birthday party high on coke, and I have no German masochist Klaus at my disposal to “Break” the comedic tension. And if I did… he wasn’t wearing a red stocking cap and old school Adidas.
Speaking of which, no one ever fitted me for an aquatic Speedo nor do I own a red track suit. My Chief Steward aboard the Darjeeling Limited refuses to rock the Nehru too.
Charlie Brown is demanding I stop playing his Christmas song, and Gwyneth Paltrow is apparently disregarding my “suggested notes” on eye liner.
Pagoda is not cooking my eggs the way I like and my Portuguese guitarist is only covering Peter Frampton.
(Xian's American Journal- "This morning we woke up and decided to go out and explore the field and forest in the mist. While we were in the field, we picked flowers and took pictures int he tall grass. While I was taking a picture of a flower, I saw a hawk swoosh down to catch a mouse. Luckily, it wasn't Kiny (Kinu) and it was a really fun day.")
Bill Murray is not returning my Trans-Atlantic phone calls.
Despite this… I feel alright. I’ve got Cowboys and Indians in war paint under the wood deck and drum parades with empty Cola bottles and oatmeal tins in the front gravel yard. I’ve got a magnifying glass tied around my neck to checkout butterfly species at a moment’s notice and a map of Antarctica taped to my bedroom wall just in case. I’ve read the Bible, the Qur’an, the Kabbalah, the I-Ching, The Tao, and the Tibetan Book of the Dead and my head didn’t explode. When I wake up, I’m hungry. When I go to sleep, I dream in very vivid color. Big solid words flashing in my head. They Say… EVERYTHING!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
One afternoon in Colton I packed up the girls and the art supplies, a bunch of colored Sharpies and paints and little shovels, and headed down to the Molalla River to draw up some Lit Term Stones.
My girls and I have a long-standing love affair with books. Tom Sawyer and Lemuel Gulliver and Mary Lennox and Winnie the Pooh... just to name a few! I can't help myself, being the wise old owl that I am... pausing to check for literary term comprehension... a Protagonist here, an Exposition there... sometimes a little, dare I say... Foreshadowing? And there's always a Denouement!
Learning and living this way oft reminds me of that line from Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening..."My little horse must think it queer..." because I know they think it's natural... that's just our Dad.
Said the names out loud like prayers as we watched them sink.
Rebekah's Journal, June 10, 2013- "Daddy said I could write on the eggs but I can't throw them. That's okay." If I read books to the chickens, maybe they will lay eggs with the words already on them."
There are a lot of things you can do in this world on a lazy summer afternoon. Hanging with your girls down by the river with a copy of Robert Frost in your back pocket is at the top of my list.