tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83911456473003977922009-06-09T16:41:35.220-04:00Mortal Mom writes. . .The blog of writer/artist/mother Jill Althouse-Wood.Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-14257432738227134412009-06-09T16:21:00.002-04:002009-06-09T16:41:35.230-04:00To blog or not to blogThe impetus for this blog was to give readers a change of scenery every time they came back to my website. And to give them a reason to check my website for new paintings, workshops, artwork. After a year of working as my daughter's home facilitator (she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">finished</span> her first year of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">cyber</span> school)--among other other distractions, I have little to show in the way of art and writing. After a year of economic hardships, my workshops have come to a halt. It is a decision I have made because I have put a lot of effort into my workshops only to have disheartening cancellations.<br /><br />So that leads me to my blog. Do I stop updating because there is nothing new for me to promote? Is there a reason for these musings beyond a little harmless exhibitionism on my part? Do I have something of importance to give--something that can't be found elsewhere.<br /><br />These are many of the questions swirling through my brain. Part of me wants to forget the whole creative experiment and get a job somewhere. Doing what? It seems I am at a crossroads. I love to write and to paint, but I am paralyzed by economic realities. Do I do that thing for which I feel I have a gift even if my payday may be years away? Workshops were helping to ease that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conundrum</span>. I could do a few here or there and feel I was adding in a small way to the outside world of trade and jingle a few coins in the family pockets.<br /><br />The title of this post is to <em>Blog to not to Blog</em> a play on Hamlet's existential crisis. Crisis. Crossroads. I am there. What is at stake is not physical life, but the artist life. Should I stop the blog and concentrate on my arts, until I again have something worthy of a new website? Last weekend I picked up three paintings from a gallery in New Hope. I have two galleries who want to see more of my work. I have an agent who wants some writing. If I show them the goods, will they show me the money? Is this what I am about? If it is what I am about, then should I just get a job with a paycheck? To be continued. . . <em>or not</em>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-1425743273822713441?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-23328001830937957372009-06-09T16:08:00.003-04:002009-06-09T16:21:06.150-04:00Arden, DelawareA few weeks ago, Mark and I were invited to stay in the community of Arden, Delaware for the weekend. This is a community that was set up as a stab at Utopia under the heading of the single tax. In the years since its founding, it attracted many artists, free thinkers, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">civically</span> minded people. How can we describe the visit beyond saying that we both looked online at real estate following our weekend there?<br />The weekend didn't start out too well. Mark was supposed to get off work at 12. He told me to meet him at his workplace because he was already halfway to Arden. I met him, but he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t actually get out of work until 1:45. I was not a happy camper and neither was he, so we started out our weekend a little on the aggravated side. But we did hit <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chaddsford</span> winery on the way down and got a few sample pours to help smooth the edges before arriving at friend Cynthia's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">place</span>. The cottage where we were to stay and her property in general were adorable. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Something</span> out of a fairy tale--Snow White, but with a better design sense. After visiting with Cynthia in her garden over drinks and snacks, she called up all these artists who lived in the community—spur of the moment—and asked them to let us see their studios, which they did with an abundance of hospitality. We also took in a play. <em>Footloose.</em> Mark and I felt a bit guilty about going to a play that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t feature our daughter or any of her acting chums. It felt wrong to go to get tickets where we know nobody. Turns out the guy playing the Reverend in <em>Footloose</em> played Max with Maren in <em>Sound of Music</em>. We stalked him after the show. Even more funny—he was the roast beef carver for the dinner theater. We <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">didn</span>’t recognize him when he was carving our meat.<br />The next night we went to a community dinner. They have them every Saturday night. BYOB. Community announcements. Their community is so charming. So walkable. We explored every niche, and just about every trail. We took our picnic to a rock in the stream in the woods. We had subs from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Capriotti</span> who did some of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Biden</span>’s Inaugural feast. Thanksgiving on a bun: Turkey, mayo, stuffing, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">cranberry</span> sauce. Our other sub was hot pastrami, cheese, Thousand Island dressing, and coleslaw. We washed it all down with wine. I hope we can take the kids there to see Shakespeare in their dear little 100 year old 100 seat outdoor theater. Jonah is getting his first taste of Shakespeare this year and he LOVES it. And you already know of my little theater girl. We also went on a home and garden tour on Sunday.<br />All of this left me questioning what it was I want in community. <a href="http://www.theardens.com/">Arden, Delaware</a> is a heck of a place to start that conversation.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-2332800183093795737?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-82062130440533373692009-05-11T10:00:00.004-04:002009-05-11T11:01:19.688-04:00Honest Mother's Day ReflectionsThis one is not going to be sappy. I've done that past Mother's Days, so I've given myself permission to be a little snarky.<br /><br />* The main reason I like Mother's Day is that I can do anything I want and not feel guilt. I realize that part of this equation is me allowing myself not to feel guilt, and I can choose that any day I want. But I read a novel, mostly lying down, partly while sipping limoncello. I think it is the same feeling my husband must get while watching the U.S. Open on Father's Day. With my limoncello, I had crackers with goat cheese and pepper jelly. I realized as I was snacking, quite satisfactorily, that I had made the limoncello, the goat cheese, and the pepper jelly. I patted myself on the back. It is one of those accomplishments that only I can appreciate. I mean seriously, what kid or husband ever says, "<em>My wife/Mom makes the best pepper jelly."</em><br /><br />* On Mother's Day--I can have the last word. Here again, I could assert myself more on other days, but I choose not to for whatever reason. But on Mother's Day, I am given this pass, and I feel empowered. It makes me a little sad that this only happens twice a year--my birthday being the other occasion. This latest instance really makes me want to stand up for myself more. We have a little game in our family. My daughter was born on an odd date; my son on a even. So if there is an impasse of sorts, an even handed dispute to be solved or a an extra cookie to hand out, we bow to the "favorite" of the day as determined by whether it is an odd or even date. (There are more odd days during the year, but my son was an only child and favorite for three years before his sister came along.) My husband was born on the 28th, and I was born on the 21st. I am beginning to think I should be granted "last word" status on odd days.<br /><br />*The kitchen fairy comes more often on Mother's day weekend for which I am most appreciative. (The kitchen fairy cleans the kitchen after <em>Shiva as Chef</em> is done with the place.) I still cooked (made my mess), but that is because I don't want to relinquish control of my kitchen and meal planning. We had Chicken Marsala over polenta with steamed broccoli.<br /><br />* Saturday night Mark says to me, <em>"I wanted to get you a plant or something that you can look at more than just once like a bunch flowers or card on Mother's Day, but I didn't know what to pick out. Do you want to ride to the greenhouse and pick out some flowers?"</em> Guys, if you are thinking of saying this--DON'T. This is what I heard, <em>"I didn't get you anything yet. Do you want to go out and buy your own present?"</em> In Mark's defense, when I told him I wasn't interested in running out to the greenhouse, he did go himself on the sly and buy some perennials. I don't need a present, per se. But I do value it greatly when someone has thought ahead and planned something. It makes a person feel cherished and appreciated. Last minute arrangements (and I am not immune to this behavior) reek of obligation instead of endearment.<br /><br />*We went to J. Maki winery. On Mother's Day and Father's Day they are selling their world reknowned champagne (They call it that even though it is a French designation) by the glass. The champagne was good but there was no fanfare for the event. No table to sit outside and enjoy. No music. We should have gone to Moondancer Winery which has the ambiance--but in my opinion, their burgeoning popularity has encouraged them to release wines that aren't quite ready. Mark did take me to the winery on my request--he had never been there-- and we enjoyed sitting on the stone wall overlooking the vineyards and sipping our Blanc de Blanc and Blanc de Noir. A nice experience, but I am sure that for Father's Day Mark will just want to stay put, smoke some ribs, pop open a local beer, and watch the U.S. Open.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-8206213044053337369?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-55340236713983298862009-04-25T10:46:00.004-04:002009-04-25T11:26:10.849-04:00Wonderful Good Market<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SfMogkVhOzI/AAAAAAAAADk/UyhM4MhbYSk/s1600-h/WGMarket.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328647324084288306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SfMogkVhOzI/AAAAAAAAADk/UyhM4MhbYSk/s200/WGMarket.jpg" /></a><br /><div>They are just about to break ground on a strip mall, the first in our local area. Included in that plan is a Giant Grocery Store. I was mildly excited about this because our local grocery store is a hard place for me to shop. It has been stepping up the effort to get new products in, but often they don't know where to put them. The organic food ends up in no man's land next to seasonal things like water pistols or pumpkin buckets. And the new cheese island is filled with more kinds of processed cheese-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span> products than I ever thought possible. And they aren't open on Sunday. I realize this is an issue of religious <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">beliefs</span>. I respect that, but I also respect my desire to sometimes make a grocery run on a Sunday.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's the thing--an even better option opened up today: <a href="http://www.stoudtsbeer.com/bread.html">Wonderful Good Market</a>. I live near <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Stoudt's</span> Brewery. At the complex they not only brew fabulous beer, they have a restaurant, a bakery, a village of shops, and an antique market. Now they have a farmer's market and cheese-making facility. I am the queen of cheese, so I am in heaven. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">operation</span> is bare bones at the moment. Cheese will come in a month or so, along with a deli, olive bar, organic frozen dinners, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">farmer's</span> produce, meats and dairy. But they have the bread, a line of organic food, Pennsylvania maple syrup, free range eggs. One of the owners stopped me when she admired my market basket. We started talking about everything from cheese to yoga, to my workshops, to Radiance (a store we both love and the place I bought my basket.), books we read. By the end of the conversation, we were so excited by our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aligned</span> interests, we just gave one another a hug. With any luck, my supermarket days are behind me. Heck, I may even apply for a part time job. (How often do you hear me say that?) I just want to be a part of it all. I am that excited.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-5534023671398329886?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-70142515696600565822009-04-25T07:26:00.004-04:002009-04-25T11:33:30.112-04:00Opera for BroccoliWhat a beautiful day. I just went outside to look at my garden. Stuff is a sproutin'. Radish, fava beans. I replaced the cruciferous plants the bunnies ate and I surrounded my garden with a little human hair. It is supposed to keep away the invaders. So far, so good. The morning was just so alive and the air smelled so fresh. I just wanted to sing. I didn't, but I played opera for the seedlings and sprouts and plants and the bunny who was eyeing me from the neighbor's yard. (It was that kind of a morning.) Maybe I'll install some speakers out in the yard.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-7014251569660056582?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-15092794690194484752009-04-24T09:56:00.004-04:002009-04-24T10:34:54.859-04:00Recipe reduxMy Friday morning indulgence is <em>Grey's Anatomy</em>. Husband is off to work. Son is off to school. Daughter is not up yet to start <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">cyber</span> school. Alone with the remote control. At some point in starting or pausing the show, I saw a clip from <em>Good Morning America</em>. They were showing off the week's worth of meals to feed a family of 4 for under $15 a meal. Is this hard? It's a rare night when I don't cook for my family. I be willing to bet I do the limbo under that $15 pole with regularity and dare I say...finesse. I think it is funny when magazines and TV shows proclaim, <em>dinners under 500 calories</em> or<em> dinners that are good for the environment</em>, or <em>dinners that save you money</em>, or <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dinners</span> you can make in 30 minutes or less</em>. Each of these tasks is a no-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">brainer</span>. Want to impress me? How about a dinner that is light, filling, healthy, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">environmentally</span> friendly, quick, cost-effective, AND that kids and grown-ups alike will love. (Doesn't quite all fit on the cover of a magazine--does it?). But basically, we the meal mavens weigh the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pros</span> and cons of each dinner we make against all of these standards. It is science, math, artistry (and at my house it often also includes a social studies lesson thrown in for sport). Let's add poetry. Haiku? Check out this <a href="http://twitter.com/cookbook">Twitter user</a> (Maureen) whose entries are complete recipes in 140 characters. She was featured in the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/dining/22twit.html?_r=1&partner=rss&emc=rss">N.Y. Times</a>. Maybe it is all novelty rather than substance. But I love the spare minimalism of it all. Steps and ingredients are scaled back (which often translate into savings of $ and time). Chef's intuition is a must. I am thinking of trying the rhubarb upside-down cake, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Stout</span> ice cream, Saffron Asparagus Orzo, spicy tofu. It's fun. Makes cooking into playtime. And in an economic recession, we all need as much joy as we can get.<br /><br /><em>*While I was a little harsh on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">GMA</span> for their $15 menu story idea, it did help raise awareness of and increase donations for the food bank, which is another thing of joy.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-1509279469019448475?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-4616596611380547222009-04-22T13:34:00.005-04:002009-04-22T13:58:32.090-04:00Free the Chickens<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/Se9VRKRDfjI/AAAAAAAAADc/xIzTszqq2Mk/s1600-h/chickens.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327570637504609842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/Se9VRKRDfjI/AAAAAAAAADc/xIzTszqq2Mk/s200/chickens.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I see progression on my walk. Fields being planted, livestock relocated, trees felled, streams melting, buds, buildings going up. One day on my walk I noticed a new platform on wheels. The next walk it was enclosed in plastic--Conestoga wagon style. I thought the farmers were going to sell plants for Easter. Then I saw boxes and shelves inside the sheltered space. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">HMM</span>? A moving vegetable stand? I did not expect what I saw next on my walk: dancing chickens. That is what they looked like, running in and out of the covering, clawing the fields for food, talking to one another. Had the farmer been out that day, I would have rushed over and started talking to him. I had read about these gypsy chickens and the health of field <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">eco</span>-systems from reading <em>The Omnivore's Dilemma</em> last summer. One of my top recommended reads, it detailed how farms used to be more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">savvy</span> in using animals and plants as self-contained <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">eco</span>-systems. The chickens eat the bugs that feast on the cow patties. They leave droppings which leave the pasture in better order so the cows can have better grazing land. One farmer profiled in the book, had a moving chicken coop so he could rotate it over the pasture and make his farm a healthier organism. I have a lot of farms nearby. Family farms, not big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">agri</span>-business. I have seen crop rotation, animal raised along-side crops to better <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enhance</span> the fertilization/feed cycles. I have even seen rotting citrus fruit dotting fields as a way to get acid into the soil. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Pennsylvania</span> German population which make up a good percentage of the farming community has had a better than average reputation as being good stewards of the land since they came to the county in the early 1700's. </div><div>I was thrilled to see the practice of roaming chickens as described on my walk. And I was sad when I went for a walk one day and they were gone. The farmer and his family own a lot of land, but I thought I could see most of it on my walk. Where did the chickens go? Did he sell them? I got my answer today while running errands. In a nearby field, stuck between houses, I saw my chickens frolicking once more. I vowed to visit them after running errands. (They were a lot more energetic than the orthodontic assistants I surprised on their lunch hour. Going in for a new container for my son's retainer, I found them all napping in the chairs.) I was happy to get back to the chickens. Surprise. The farmers, father and son, were with them. I talked to the son. They have about 250 chickens. They are happy critters, who don't exactly want to stay in their pasture. He is working on that. They just started laying eggs. Ten yesterday. They will be sold at a premium at the produce stand a mile from house. It opens in late May. I can't wait! I wanted to ask more questions--W<em>hat kind are they? Will you be selling meat?</em> I got a bit shy. So did he. I wanted to take more pictures. I will eventually--now that I know where to find them.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-461659661138054722?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-51582676156037614922009-04-22T13:15:00.004-04:002009-04-22T13:25:50.256-04:00Earth Day DaringHappy Earth Day. I got a happy earth day email from my friend Regina. She wished me enjoyment and care of our sweet earth. Some of my earth day activities included going for my usual 4 miles walk, buying plants for my garden, finding out where and when I can buy more plants from <a href="http://www.happycatorganics.com/">Happy Cat Organics</a>, signing up for online banking to use less paper, reading about safe cleansers online, taping Oprah's special on saving money by going green, stopping a farmer alongside the road and asking him about his new project of free range chickens and where I can buy the eggs (more on that later), and stopping for an ice cream cone. (I ate the container. No waste!) Small things--but all today. My other new and earth-friendly practices of continuing to <a href="http://www.catalogchoice.org/">cancel catalogs</a> as they trickle in and composting are ongoing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-5158267615603761492?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-41113803279334555912009-04-22T12:59:00.002-04:002009-04-22T13:14:58.375-04:00In addition--20 things I am glad to have done. 20091. Had both a son and a daughter to teach me all sorts of lessons.<br />2. Had a baby at a birthing center with no drugs; home the same day<br />3. Ran a marathon.<br />4. Wrote a few novels.<br />5. Got one published and reveled in the book signings.<br />6. Planted a garden<br />7. Visited some great American Cities: New Orleans, San Francisco, Chicago, San Diego, Dallas to name a few<br />8. Taught some classes on art, writing, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">journaling</span>, LIFE<br />9. Traveled to Europe (England and France). Thanks, Nate.<br />10. Visited Disney World and Vegas. Two places I thought I would hate and ended up loving. (I bow to you, Kathy.) And visited California wine country. One place I knew I would like and I was right.<br />11. Researched my family tree<br />12. Been interviewed for newspaper, radio, and television.<br />13. Rode some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">rollercoasters</span> in spite of my fears and aversions.<br />14. Watched my brothers and sister become parents<br />15. Engaged with other women in a deep way with spiritual work/group dynamics.<br />16. Started my own website<br />17. Painting my paintings and the art shows that followed.<br />18. Experienced the magic of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Moondance</span> (my friend's summer retreat) with family and friends.<br />19. Read over 60 novels out loud to my children.<br />20. Gained some great friends. Actually, the month I wrote the first list is the month I met 4 of our best friends of all time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-4111380327933455591?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-49053278959419040312009-04-22T12:54:00.003-04:002009-04-22T12:59:16.197-04:0020 things I am glad to have done--written in 1996, age 271. Had a baby<br />2. Got married<br />3. Went to a foreign country (Canada and Mexico)<br />4. Learned to knit. (Thanks Darcey and Karen!)<br />5. Made salsa<br />6. Visited New York City<br />7. Traveled in a airplane<br />8. Made my prom gown<br />9. Grew my hair past my shoulders<br />10. Hosted Thanksgiving<br />11. Floated on my back in a swimming pool during a lunar eclipse<br />12. Pulled off a surprise party<br />13. Fixed a flat tire<br />14. Ate sushi<br />15. Graduated from college<br />16. Took music lessons<br />17. Gave a speech in public<br />18. Camped in the great outdoors.<br />19. Learned some French<br />20. Saw a President in person (Bill Clinton)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-4905327895941904031?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-49519002432495714412009-04-21T15:19:00.005-04:002009-04-22T07:26:01.621-04:00Taking a whale for a walk in NYCI already said I went to NYC and saw my first Broadway show. I guess the reason I haven't gone to shows is that I'm always at the museums. The occasion for this show was my son's chorus trip. They've gone in the past years, but we never went with them. Jonah brought the papers too late or finances were an issue. (They always want the money around the holidays.) But this was his last year to go, so we went and saw <em>Phantom</em>. Of the choices, I would have picked <em>Lion King</em>, but Jonah wanted <em>Phantom</em>, and it was his trip. The musical was in the afternoon, which left the morning in NYC open. We were being dropped off at 10 and had to eat and be back to the theater by 1:30. What to eat? What to do? We could go to a museum, but that would leave little time to see much and we'd still have to pay the $20 admission. I suggested walking to see the renovated Grand Central Station with its shops and restaurants. I also suggested walking up to Central Park. I tried to get Jonah to participate in this pre-trip planning. The most I could get out of him was that he would like either pizza, a barbecue joint, or chili for lunch.<br /><br /> I thought the excitement of the city would wash over him once we got there. I was wrong. Once we were actually in the city, Jonah was sullen. <em>I don't like big cities. </em>UGH! I used an analogy with my mother-in-law telling her it was like trying to walk a whale around NYC on a leash.<br /><br />He eventally agreed to Grand Central Station after my iPhone indicated it had a bookstore. So I started walking quickly in the direction of the station. Jonah plodded behind. At one point I almost turned around and told Jonah to keep up, but then I had an A-HAH moment. Why should he keep up with me? This was his trip. We weren't pressed for time. I slowed down to his pace. It was hard. I like to walk fast. But I tried to look around and really absorb the city rather than getting ot my destination. Later, we opted for brick-oven pizza across the street from the theater. (Never my choice but I was able to get my favorite topping--eggplant.) I don't know if Jonah knows how I struggled to let him have the trip his way. Maybe he doesn't even think it was <em>his way.</em><br /><em></em><br />Day later, I heard a radio interview about mindfulness and how parents always rush their kids. I am terribly guilty of this one. It talked about present moment and teaching moments. The best way to show kids the power of now (a la Tolle) is to let them see you as a parent be <em>totally immersed in the moment</em>. If by <em>totally immersed in the moment</em> they mean <em>running around like a crazy person shouting, "Let's go, we will be late! MOVE!"</em> then I have it covered. I think I even rush my kids when we are ahead of schedule. Mark is the same. So, we have some work to do when it comes to teaching our kids to be in the moment. I think for me, it'll take a few more walks around the block with a whale on the leash.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-4951900243249571441?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-34893736659058012772009-04-21T14:50:00.006-04:002009-04-22T07:03:46.298-04:00Checking the listA while ago, let's call it mid-nineties, I wrote a list of things I wanted to do in my lifetime. Not quite a bucket list. I only had 17 things on the list with room for more.<br /><br />1. Visit all 50 states. <em>I am at about 28 states (a few more if you count sitting on an airplane in an airport). I may just get another one this summer.</em><br />2. Travel over an ocean. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check</span></em><br />3. Publish something. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check</span></em><br />4. Paint a mural. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check minus.</span> I did paint a small mural in my daughter's bedroom. Not sure if that is what I had in mind, but it is cute.</em><br />5. Perfect Salsa. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span> Had a great batch this summer.</em><br />6. Own a log cabin<em>. <span style="color:#000000;">Not yet.</span> The Little House on the Prairie dream is still alive.</em><br />7. Write a novel. <span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><br />8. Teach a class. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span></em><br />9. See a Broadway Show. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span> And the reason I am blogging. I finally saw my first Broadway show on Saturday. You would have thought that would be an easy one.</em><br />10. One year, make all of my Christmas gifts. <em>No, and I really have no desire to do this one. I am taking it off the list.</em><br />11. One year, make none of my Christmas gifts. <em>I think I am taking this off my list, too. I don't think I really have ever had a year where I didn't make something, however small.</em><br />12. Learn to dance--for those slow dances at weddings. <em>Haven't done it. Can't say I am chomping at the bit to do this one, but never say never.</em><br />13. Get a professional massage. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check. </span></em><br />14. Take a cross-country motorcycle trip with Mark. <em>I have no desire to do the motorcycle thing, but a cross country trip with Mark and/or kids intrigues me. We have done a 10 state, 10 day, 40 hour-in-car trip in 2000 with kids ages 3 and 5. I think that was pretty gutsy and fun.</em><br />15. Have a foreign exchange student. <em>One of my biggest regrets is not doing a semester abroad in college. I guess this is to make up for it. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haven't</span> done this yet, but I could see it happening. Conversely, I'd like to see Maren and I setting up shop in Paris for an extended stay, Jonah and I in England touring castles, and Mark and I in Italy. </em><br />16. Make clay pots with Mark.<em> No. He was taking a ceramics at the time I wrote this list. I guess I got a romantic notion. My daughter is taking a class now. In our living room, you will find an example of ceramics by each of the four of us. It would be fun to take a family ceramics class.</em><br />17. Make a quilt. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check. </span><span style="color:#000000;">It is a lame quilt, but it fits the definition.</span></em><br /><br /><em>It isn't on here, but I thought for sure that run a marathon was on this particular list.</em> <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">check.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I think I am going to have to make a new list of 20. But that is for another blog. Also, at the time I made my original list, made a list of 20 things I was glad to have already done. Again--another entry.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-3489373665905801277?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-70945647330364813412009-04-15T10:47:00.005-04:002009-04-15T11:07:46.654-04:00Cob Studio<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SeX1dxI-_WI/AAAAAAAAADU/VdufU679zMI/s1600-h/cob.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324932026191510882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SeX1dxI-_WI/AAAAAAAAADU/VdufU679zMI/s200/cob.JPG" /></a><br /><div>A few weeks ago, my daughter had a long play practice, so Mark and I took in the sites. We went to <a href="http://www.terrainathome.com/">Terrain Garden Center </a>which is a real treat for the senses and unlike any garden center I have ever been. Go for a whole day with a bunch of girlfriends and make sure to lunch in their greenhouse. Mark and I also hit <a href="http://www.chaddsford.com/root/home/index.htm"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chaddsford</span> Winery</a> for a barrel tasting. This is probably the most well-known and one of the best wineries in PA. I especially like their select vineyard <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chambourcin</span> wines</div><div>But, like I said, the play practice was long, so Mark and I didn't stop there. We capped off our experience by attending an open house at Cob Studio, a ceramic studio built in cob construction (the only of its kind in PA) about 4 years ago. The place as an aura of enchantment. It is bigger than it looks with meandering earthen shelves, a wood stove guarded by handmade tea cups, and an organic form that makes it seem as if the whole structure grew out from the ground like fungi. Quite hobbit-like, with reclaimed windows and colored bottles set playfully in the earth, hay mix. The place of whimsy houses <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ceramicist</span> and holistic health counselor, Cara Graver. It is where she gives classes, has tea parties, hosts organic suppers parties, and creates her own work. My daughter is taking a ceramics class this year at her school. I'll need to get her there over the summer to see the place and perhaps create. Maybe I'll bring my mom along too, for the tea and scones. No website for the place, but <a href="mailto:carabgraver@aol.com">Cara </a>does have an email list. The Cob Studio 1281 Green Lane, Chester Springs, PA 610-469-9509.</div><div>Although our entire Sunday experience was fun, we saved the best place for last.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-7094564733036481341?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-27503284628561790732009-04-15T09:58:00.003-04:002009-04-15T10:33:15.185-04:00Hail storm<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SeXwBfz2ArI/AAAAAAAAADM/nIbpKR43jcc/s1600-h/tree.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926042944963250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SeXwBfz2ArI/AAAAAAAAADM/nIbpKR43jcc/s200/tree.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We had a bad hail storm recently. I had taken a picture of a tree on one of my walks. The next day it was gone. I am glad I took the time to notice it. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-2750328462856179073?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-81899530099445811302009-04-15T09:49:00.003-04:002009-04-15T09:58:47.470-04:00Latest Breakfast crazeI have a new breakfast thing going. Bob's Red Mill 6-Grain hot cereal with flax seed. Make it in the microwave. Add a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">splash</span> of milk. Some blueberries. I could add honey, but I add toasted coconut which seems the most decadent thing in the world. I refuse to look at the nutritional information of the toasted coconut. It is helping me get my anti-toxins, omega-3's and fiber. I actually have started craving this now. Pretty good for someone who is usually in muffin mode.<br /><br />I have also started taking vitamins with breakfast. I don't know what the results are. Perhaps I'll never know. I am looking for energy and if it can help focus my brain, keep me healthy, help my joints and help me live a longer more productive life, so be it.<br /><br />Still drinking my 16 oz of coffee. Black. Thought about giving it up for some sort of tea. Seems more spa-like. More in line with a morning yoga practice. I don't know. I recently gave up all sodas. I was drinking about one coke zero day at lunch time. Wanted to be done with chemicals. We'll see. I'm not on some drastic health kick, but if I can make a few gradual changes, it may be worth it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-8189953009944581130?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-56120611189396763022009-03-24T10:23:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:24:31.970-04:00Site redesignI am thinking about redoing my website, but feel I don't want to devote my life to do it. I've dsicovered <a href="http://www.easysite.com/">www.easysite.com</a>. Don't know if it will work for me, But I love the concept. HMMM? Anybody with any experience here?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-5612061118939676302?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-44015906702198568252009-03-24T09:58:00.003-04:002009-03-24T10:22:41.220-04:00Soul PancakeI was listening to an interview with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rainn</span> Wilson of the office. He was talking about his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bahá'í</span> Faith. This is a religion started in Persia in the 1800's and, at the risk of over-simplifying, has as a basic tenet, the unity of major world religions. I am somewhat familiar with people of this faith, as many of them, without a presence nearby, have chosen to worship at our church, Unitarian <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Universalist</span> Church of Lancaster. You might correctly infer from the name of my church that unity is something I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">believe</span> in too. The world is getting smaller. Multi-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">culturalism</span> is the result. Unity makes sense to me. Domination of one culture over another or one religion over another--not so much. So you can bet that I was listening to the interview and nodding often.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rainn</span> said that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bahá'í</span> has many names for God, but this is true in most churches. <em>God the creator, God the redeemer, God the merciful.</em> But <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rainn</span> mentioned one name in particular. <em>God the fashioner.</em> This is God as artist, designer. I have taken and taught a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">curriculum</span> in my church which is called, <em>You the Creator. </em>It focuses on the creative process which is a mirror of God as creator. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rainn</span> went further to describe creative work as prayer.<br /><br />This isn't new. I studied a bit of the work of German Idealist <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Philosopher</span> G.W.F Hegel who claimed that art, along with religion and philosophy was a primary means through which spirit was manifested.<br /><br />Often when I write or paint, I am so "in the moment" that I cannot help but to think that I am a puppet of or a magnet to spirit energy, completely bypassing the intellectual and emotional realms. Call it what you want: prayer or meditation or lifeline. There is something to all these claims that creative work is sacred work. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rainn</span> Wilson started a new website for dialogs of spirit and art--without the <em>woo-woo</em> factor. <a href="http://www.soulpancake.com/">www.soulpancake.com</a> Check it out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-4401590670219856825?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-25478069820853396382009-03-12T14:49:00.004-04:002009-03-12T15:24:06.045-04:00The Pink Side of the MindHave you heard about the book <em>The Whole New Mind</em> by Daniel Pink that Oprah gave to each member of the graduating class of Stanford? I heard an interview with him recently, and it made me want to run out and buy a copy of the book for each member of local school board. In this economy, I just bought a used copy for myself.<br /><br />A description of the book from Daniel Pink's website ...<br /><em>"Lawyers. Accountants. Computer programmers. That's what our parents encouraged us to become when we grew up. But Mom and Dad were wrong. The future belongs to a very different kind of person with a very different kind of mind. The era of "left brain" dominance, and the Information Age that it engendered, are giving way to a new world in which "right brain" qualities-inventiveness, empathy, meaning-predominate. That's the argument at the center of this provocative and original book, which uses the two sides of our brains as a metaphor for understanding the contours of our times."</em><br /><em></em><br />In the interview I heard, Mr. Pink reasoned that any jobs that can be mapped out in logical sequential steps (such as technology, accounting and some forms of law practice) are the jobs that are being shipped to Asia. The U.S. of A. is entering a new economy in which a new set of skills will be necessary. He outlines the main skills (the six senses) in his book. These include play, empathy, big-picture thinking among other things.<br /><br />Ironically, the traits that Pink espouses will be important for a healthy economy and successful job search of the future are exactly the kinds of skills taught in art classes, classes that are being cut out of school curricula at a faster rate than folks cutting out cereal coupons during Our current economic downfall.<br /><br />I am not going to kick the accountants and other left-brained thinkers while they are down. They are not dinosaurs by any means. I have always advocated a whole mind approach. Though it may seem like I am a right-mind cheerleader--it is only because society has put down creative thinking with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">disempowering</span> labels of flakiness and <em>woo-woo</em>. In order to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">achieve</span> balance, I have had to stick up for the creative, non-verbal, non-linear hemisphere. <em>Take back your woo-woos and give me an R!</em><br /><br />I am still awaiting my copy Pink's book. I ordered it days ago. I am sure I will more to say when I actually read it. (I am anticipating a lot of <em>AMEN, Brother Pink!</em>) But for now, I wanted to personally go on record as saying: I think our country will soar if traditionally left-brained thinkers add some of these new skills to their repertoire, and if traditionally right-brained thinkers (who, out of survival, have already acquired left-brained skills) are valued for their gifts.<br /><br />My son is entering the high school next year. With that comes a whole new focus on future careers. I am so glad that this book and the Johnny <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bunko</span> comic accompaniment have crossed my path at this time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-2547806982085339638?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-69896935016106609602009-03-11T13:18:00.005-04:002009-03-11T13:38:23.418-04:00Coffee, Tea and Me<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbfyfkrEXpI/AAAAAAAAADE/vAP94JihrcY/s1600-h/photo4.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311980909740973714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbfyfkrEXpI/AAAAAAAAADE/vAP94JihrcY/s200/photo4.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I am precise in my coffee drinking. 16 oz a day. I need to do it that way so my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">caffeine</span> is regulated--or I get headaches. At home I drink it black, but in the world I have been known to add cream. I like a dark roast mostly but I have been known to enjoy a few offbeat and limited number of flavors: coconut, blueberry, southern pecan, pumpkin. For the last 2 1/2 years I have been making coffee with my single cup <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Keurig</span> machine, but now that I am getting into composting, I am trying to get over the waste of the cartridges. I am going to be using more of the individual filter and try my hand at making French Press coffee each morning.</div><div></div><div>I do seek out cafes for coffee. I love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dosie</span> Dough in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lititz</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wyomissing</span>, and Lancaster. Before my workshops at Radiance, I have been known to stop for coffee at Prince Street Cafe. I love their mugs. White and squared off. They fit in my hand. The outside rim is square, but inside is round. Somehow this is comfortable to my coffee-sipping mouth. At home, I have a menagerie of mugs. I tend to choose them for my mood or to match my pajamas. I especially like my lavender grid mug (gifted to me in 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade by my best friend) when I am wearing my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lavender</span> polka dot night shirt (gifted to me by my college roommate).</div><div>But this week, I found mugs at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ikea</span> that are similar to the mugs at Prince Street Cafe. The only difference is that the lip is completely round. I tried them out this week and love them. Call me crazy, but I think the coffee tastes better in them. I am a girl who loves white dishes, so even though I will miss my dose of morning color, I like these. I guess my other mugs will be relegated for my decaf afternoon tea, Earl Grey or Lemon Ginger. For some reason I like a big chunky mug of tea, but prefer my coffee in a sleeker cup. But here is the thing. It feels a little like my religious life. Searching for the best possible experience before settling in and making it my ritual--a ritual to add meaning and launch me on my path. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-6989693501610660960?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-72478069609940211432009-03-11T13:13:00.003-04:002009-03-11T13:17:47.242-04:00Walk--on the Wild Side<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbfxSeLkHVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GOCZVbEAW6g/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311979585148296530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbfxSeLkHVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GOCZVbEAW6g/s200/photo2.jpg" /></a><br />Since getting my iPhone, I have renewed my walking practice, but just in the last two-three weeks, I have revved it into high gear. I used to vary my walks and runs. Lately, I have been walking the same 4 miles (which is actually 2 miles out and back) and doing it daily in an hour's time. It has become a meditation of sorts. The terrain is challenging and the views are wonderful. I don't always go at the same time of day, but I am really studying the route. I watch the way sunlight changes the view. I notice when the farmer tills the soils, bringing up the black bulging earth. I watch the way the green is trying to push its way into the landscape. I notice baby goats. The flow of the stream--or not-- in the case of ice. The smells, some good, some foul. I notice if I get tired at the same point in my walks or if I am getting stronger. I notice the litter. I have come to realize that if I stop and nod at a cow or sheep, they will nod back to me. Sometimes I take pictures of the cows. The birds are in pairs now--flitting around. I saw cardinals, blue birds, robins, morning doves, and something small like sparrows or finches--brownish.<br /><br />Yesterday I looked out of the fields. They were yellow brown with just enough green trying to come through that the color seemed to pulse. Against this backdrop was the Amish schoolhouse. The children were playing and most of the girls were wearing bright purple windbreakers and lavender skirts which really popped against the wanna-be chartreuse of the fields. I wanted to take that pictures, but felt it a little disrespectful. I feel like poetry should follow, but I am still taking it all in.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-7247806960994021143?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-81958623620680698482009-03-10T13:32:00.005-04:002009-03-11T12:54:41.299-04:00Updates on my little bits of social actionI am coming to this place to keep myself accountable. I thank anyone who is reading for helping in that. Most of these things are items I said I would do. I just need to say, "I did them." Helps me to feel pride and move on to further action. Feel free to post your own ongoing action--nothing is too small. We need to inspire each other and keep each other going in this time of flux and opportunity.<br /><br />*Still eliminating catalogs as I get new ones. As they come in, I go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">catalogchoice</span>.org. I have even been doing this for the catalogs I do like (Today I got Title Nine and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">DharmaCrafts</span>--both of which I love) because I don't really need to be spending right now and if I have money to burn, they do have a presence online.<br /><br />*Refurbished the dirt in my square foot garden (SFG). Put a grid in place over it. Strung my trellis. I am ready to go on this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">SFG</span> project. Hubby took down the kids wooden swing set. I am going to convert the spot under it to a new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">SFG</span> bed. Mark took the platform off the top of the playhouse. We are converting that into a stage for Maren, our actress.<br /><br />*Started composting. Bought a kitchen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">composter</span> with a carbon filter (for smells). Bought a 32 gallon round plastic garbage can (no wheels) with animal proof locking lid. Mark drilled small holes for air in a grid pattern. Each hole about 4"apart, on the sides. I am alternating my brown and green layers, watering to damp sponge wetness, and rolling the bin once a week. We shall see. Composting is what I promised to do for the "I pledge..." campaign.<br /><br />*I have scheduled a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">paperdoll</span> workshop with kids and their mothers at the local shelter to fulfill half of my Starbucks pledge to give 5 hours of service.<br /><br />*Wrote letters to my PA congressmen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">and</span> the PA Secretary of Education to ask them to support the reinstatement of PA Governor's Schools for Excellence. I couldn't be at the rally in Harrisburg today, but my heart is there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-8195862362068069848?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-40387091908159577642009-03-10T09:41:00.007-04:002009-03-11T12:59:00.934-04:00Studio to-do<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbZyxiBJkDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C3M1A08tPEk/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559005800861746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbZyxiBJkDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C3M1A08tPEk/s200/photo.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbZyxL4TDSI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wl4DDce8czs/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558999858154786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miwlyjCNvjs/SbZyxL4TDSI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wl4DDce8czs/s200/photo3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I put off cleaning and organizing my studio as long as possible, but I was inspired by a few things--the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clutterbugs</span> on Oprah, The book <em>View from the Studio Door, </em>and Spring. Maybe something else, but I can't think what it might be right now. Anyway, I knew I wanted to get my supplies--especially my painting and workshop supplies in order. Here is a view of two of the walls. I am thinking of turning my closet into a sewing nook, but that has yet to happen--and might not for a while. Sewing just isn't a priority--though I did recently spend a couple of hours in a sewing store, for fun. But, I am coming out of a rut and this do over has really made me feel good. To think--it only took me a day to accomplish and according to the odd paperwork I found in piles on the floors, I'd been putting this off for over 6 months. I reconfigured my filing system and even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cleaned</span> out my email in-box. I am feeling pretty slick right now and that almost anything is possible.</div><div></div><div>You'll notice a pillow on the floor under the desk, next to files--bed for my pug. He doesn't like it. He'd rather be in the way of my rolling chair where he has a view of the door--but I tried.</div><div></div><div>You'll also notice that I left out the embarrassing before pictures. I do have enough room to now lay down a yoga mat and do yoga if I so desire. Also, in the corner directly behind my desk chair is the painting station. That is still not optimal yet. I need better lighting, a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">corkboard</span>, to remove the clock, and get my table set up the way I want it. At the moment, it is just an easel and the end of my sewing table and a few taped up pictures. Hopefully it will be coming soon.<br /></div><div>I am thinking about making every Friday, a clean and organize day. Maybe. It sure felt like a good way to start the weekend. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-4038709190815957764?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-72631775348723686702009-03-01T11:59:00.004-05:002009-03-01T12:54:19.582-05:00Demise of PA Governor's Schools of ExcellenceEconomic hardship. Budget cuts. I understand that we need to make hard choices. Our state education system just cut the leaders of tomorrow out of the budget. Gone are the Pennsylvania Governor's Schools for Excellence: five-week, boarding summers schools for students of promise. (High school students need to apply, audition, interview etc. to be accepted into these prestigious programs.) It cost about $2.7 million to run the 8 programs that make up the schools: Agricultural Sciences (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PGSAS</span>), Arts (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PGSA</span>), Global Entrepreneurship (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PGSGE</span>), Health Care (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PGSHC</span>), Information, Society & Technology (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PGSIST</span>), International Studies (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PGSIS</span>), The Sciences (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PGSS</span>), and Teaching (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PGST</span>). Once again, mediocrity rules.<br /><br />This is devastating to an educational climate that is already prejudiced against achievers. <em>No Child Left Behind</em> has been great in getting kids who are just shy of the middle line to raise their scores--so necessary for schools to keep their funding. This is where teachers and administrators and school boards are concentrating their efforts (often at the expense of arts programming--another of my gripes). But kids who naturally do well on the tests are getting the shaft. Why concentrate on helping those kids fulfill their potential when they can be left on autopilot and meet expectations held by the state? If I haven't be vocal on this issue, it is because I am busy supplementing my own kids' education by taking them to museums, watching documentaries, reading to them (yes I still read to my kids, ages 11 and 14) and getting them involved in extra-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cirricular</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">activites</span>.<br /><br />Alice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Sebold</span>, author of The Lovely Bones and herself a past student at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">PGSA</span> says it this way:<br />"How, in a nation that idolizes its infants and children, can we find it acceptable to abandon them on the cusp of making their dreams - dreams that will be greater and more important than our own - become realities?"<br /><br />The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette Editorial 'Scandal for Schools' says this in : Why cut great programs for the best students?' published on 2/7/08, "America needs super-achievers to scale the heights as much as it needs underachievers to meet firm standards. Nothing is more important to a nation lagging in science and math and seeking to stay internationally competitive than to encourage a culture of high achievement among its youth."<br /><br />I am biased. I spent two summers at the Pennsylvania Governor's School of Arts: one as a student going into my senior year and one as an assistant instructor just graduated from college. It is not an understatement to say that this program changed my life. In many cultures, youth are sent out on a vision quest. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">PGSA</span> was mine. I spent the summer with other kids who were at the top of their game in the arts and teachers who were dedicated to catching my attention while they had it. No sweating for grades. We were in this for the pure experience. In my summers at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">PGSA</span>, I made jewelry, sculpted, learned <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">improv</span>, saw my first independent film, learned to draw in a new way, wrote poetry, learned to knit, learned sign language while teaching deaf students, read some great new authors, attended dance and theater performances, learned about art history, took leadership training, and learned photography skills. And here's the kicker--only about half of that was part of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">curriculum</span>. The other half happened as a result of hanging around other creative kids who were blooming in this environment.<br /><br />A year after I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">PGSA</span> as a student we had a reunion where two alumni were given awards for their leadership over the past year. What had they done to take the arts and the experience of the school back into their communities? The competition was steep because these kids were on fire. I didn't win. Didn't even come close, though I had done much upon my return including helping young kids write, produce, and create a puppet show. In an era of arts funding cuts, this kind of leadership is a real boon to the community. And the loss of it, is devastating.<br /><br />I am personally going to be writing letters to my PA state congressmen (Mike <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Brubaker</span> and Tom Creighton) in the hopes that this program is one of the first to be reinstated when our economy gets up and running again. We cannot afford to ignore our brightest scholars. My kids are entering 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">th</span> and 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">th</span> grades next year. My hope is that these schools are back in time for them to strive to earn the title <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Govie</span>.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-7263177534872368670?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-53588868387800826172009-02-27T11:16:00.002-05:002009-02-27T11:22:13.664-05:00If you give Jill some venison...You will get chili, roasted venison loin with potato <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">celeriac</span> gratin, creamy mushroom <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stroganoff</span> over egg noodles, a spicy tomato <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ragu</span> over rigatoni, bologna slices spread with goat cheese, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Guinness</span> game pie, and Southern fried chipotle steaks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-5358886838780082617?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391145647300397792.post-90636213723817739382009-02-27T11:06:00.004-05:002009-02-27T11:16:00.530-05:00If you give a mouse a cookie...If you give Jill some goat's milk, she will have to make chevre.<br /><br />If there is cheese, there is leftover whey.<br /><br />If there is leftover whey and a few overripe pears, Jill can make oatmeal pear muffins.<br /><br />If there is still more whey, Jill can make Imbolc bread.<br /><br />If there is leftover flour and yeast and still more whey, Jill can make indiviual crusts to freeze for a future pizza party.<br /><br />If Jill has pesto frozen in her freezer she can make a yummy cracker spread with goat cheese, to take to a party.<br /><br />If Jill has some dried lavender from her garden she can roll goat cheese rounds in it.<br /><br />If there is more lavender than goat cheese, she can make lavender sugar for use in lavender poundcake with lavender whipped cream.<br /><br />If there is more lavender sugar leftover from poundcake and still more whey, Jill can mix up a batch of fairy pancakes.<br /><br />If you give Jill some goat cheese, she will make a mess of the kitchen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8391145647300397792-9063621372381773938?l=jillalthousewood.blogspot.com'/></div>Jill Althouse-Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05569508303216800670noreply@blogger.com0