Good Words: “Pippilotta Comestibles Windowhade Curlymint Ephraimsdaughter Longstocking”

Last week we started reading Pippi by Astrid Lindgren.

My daughter’s recent fashion leanings inspired me to order the book from the library.

Waiting for the school bus…

Her sock-wearing habits are pippi-ish, don’t you think?

I remembered reading Pippi when I was a girl, but I had forgotten what it was that I liked about her.  After turning the last page of the book and setting it down on the couch we decided it was her unpredictable, creative, and confident character that made her so likeable.

I had a staff meeting this past week during which we spent a good chunk of time talking about homework and how to get the students to do it.  Then I came home and opened up Pippi where we had left off the night before.  Ironically, we were at the part where she goes to school for the first time.  I have to admit, it was delicious reading, especially after coming home from my meeting.

“At exactly ten o’clock the follwing day, she lifted her horse down from the porch…  At full gallop she raced into the playground, leaped off the horse before he even stopped, and tied him to a tree.  Then she flung open the door to the clasroom…

‘My name is Pippilotta Comestibles Windowhade Curlymint Ephraimsdaughter Longstocking…”

Both Pippi and her teacher, end up frustrated with each other and Pippi decides not to attend school after all…

“Give me the schools in Argentina any time…  You should try going there… It’s bearable because at least there’s no homework.  It’s strictly forbidden to do homework in Argentina.  Sometimes an argentinean boy might sneak into a cupboard and sit there and secretly do homework, but I feel sorry for him if his mother finds out…

‘Well, what do they do at school then?’ asked a little boy.

‘They eat candy,’ said Pippi firmly…

‘But what does the teacher do?’ asked a girl.

‘She unwraps the candy for the children, silly,’ said Pippi.  ‘You don’t really think they do that themselves, do you?  Hardly!  And they don’t actually go to school themselves either.  They send their brothers.’

Just so you know, if you invite either of my daughters to your child’s birthday party they will probably end up receiving a copy illustrated by Lauren Child.

 

*My own end of the week tradition: words in song or story that move me in some way.  I might type my very favourite parts in bold text, and I’ll always try to post a link below the quote so you can get more if you want it. Enjoy!

Good Words: Do you want to come along?

Our family returned home from a long day away recently.  While I was taking off my shoes, I saw the red light of the answering machine blinking across the kitchen.  We all listened to the message while tripping over each other, shedding our jackets and bags.

“…I was just wondering how your week at school had gone, Tric…”

When it was over, Stan said to me, “Now that girl is one good friend.”

The message was from a friend I have had most of my life.  Although we haven’t lived in the same place for many years we have kept in touch well enough to know each other’s schedules, routines, when the other is in a good/rough cycle with their spouse or kids, books we are reading, hair products we are using, plants we are growing…

She is also one of the friends who photocopied Toot and Puddle by Holly Hobby, coloured it, and gave it to me before I left for South America.

“…One day in January, Toot decided to set off on his biggest trip ever.  He decided to see the world.  “Do you want to come along?” he asked Puddle.  “We could start with someplace warm and wild.”

Puddle preferred to stay home.

I love snow, he thought…”

It is a tender story of friendship, travel, and being content at home.  The pictures are wonderful; especially when coloured in pencil crayon by some best friends!

I pulled this book from my daughters’ shelf and read it to them again this week.  Even though we are not in a see-the-world space right now, like I was when I first read it, it makes me smile.  And to be honest, I’m happy to be the piggy at home, for now.

(Important:  I am not advocating for the illegal reproduction of this book.  Please borrow it from your library or buy it! 🙂 )

*My own end of the week tradition: words in song or story that move me in some way.  I might type my very favourite parts in bold text, and I’ll always try to post a link below the quote so you can get more if you want it. Enjoy!

This is the Kind of Man I Live With…

“Open up your mouth, Belén. Mmm… I like the way your jaw is widening for your top teeth, but those bottom teeth are going to need more space…,” Stan says thoughtfully, keening forward in his seat to get a better look.

Belén closes her jaw and keeps playing with her puzzle.

Stan looks over at me and says, “I think I should do my own orthodontic work.”

“You mean orthodontic work on her,” I correct him.

My husband is neither an orthodontist, nor a dentist.  Not even close.  But, he’s not joking.  Those of you who know him will also know that he is completely serious about wanting to tackle our daughter’s mouths.  In fact, I can see the gleam in his eye as he thinks about outfitting our daughters with retainers, braces and other apparatuses made with his own hands.  As much as I admire his skill and handiwork, I am still reluctant to give him the go-ahead with this project.  After all, they only get one mouth.

A half hour later, he’s offering me new ideas, hoping I’ll jump on board.  While draining some beef broth from the bones, tidbits of meat, and chunks of fat, I can see his mind turning.

“What do you want to do with all of this fat?  Render it for tallow to make soap?”

I shake my head.  “Nope.  I’m not doing that,” I respond quickly.  The idea itself isn’t a bad one–we’ve rendered fat before for making soap and Stan’s made several batches himself–but the timing is wrong.  I don’t have the energy for soap making and correcting spelling assignments today.

He is now finished separating the broth from the bones and stands back to look at the pile of bones on the counter.

“Hey, I know!”  He turns around so he can measure my reaction.  “We can use these for carving.  We’ll use some caustic to clean them up and they’ll be a great art project. What do you think?”

What.  Do.  I.  Think. (See previous post for how I am doing, in general, for context.)

I think I have a very unique, interesting, special partner.  Someone I am attracted to, frustrated with, proud of, and overwhelmed with at times, but never, ever bored with.

PS.  These are just a few examples I picked from the last two hours.  There were more, even in this limited time period; I just chose these to illustrate my point.  Were they enough?

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I finished typing this post, while listening to “The Tennessee Waltz.”  The music was coming from our living room.

You know how Stan isn’t an orthodontist?  Well, he doesn’t play the violin either.

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Summer is exhaling one last breath of warm air here.  We went on a hike close to home and found some treasures…

The first was a stand of wild asparagus.  I now have two locations, marked off in my mind, where I need to get to eight months from now with a sharp knife.

If you see something like this in the woods, you’ve found wild asparagus!! Looking for this is like edible geo-caching.

You’ll probably notice the fern-like foliage first.

I was planning to save foraging for rose hips for X-country ski season, but these rubies were too plump to pass up.  Plus, my daughters decided to play “store” on the trail so picking these hips was the perfect avenue for staying in the game in that my-body-is-here kind of way.  Isn’t imaginative play wonderful when you don’t have to do it?

Check back, in a few months, to see them made into syrup or tea.

Now I have to add anther picture.  I can’t very well end on that note, (of not engaging with my children).  It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.  This, on the other hand, left a great taste:

handful of chopped cilantro leaves

one clove of garlic, minced

one jalapeno

half a purple onion, minced

two avocados, cubed

sprinkle of salt

dash of lime juice

“salguaca”

It’s an easy marriage, fresh salsa with fresh guacamole; why make both when you can save a dish?

Good Words: Looking Closer

Yesterday, 2:15 pm:

I’m standing in front of thirty sixth graders, pacing the floor with a novel in my hands, and I feel a lump starting to form in my throat.  The words keep jumping off the page and out of my mouth but I’m afraid I might cry.  I can’t cry, I can’t cry, I can’t cry, I chant inwardly…

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Honestly, before I had children I could read through anything like I would a recipe book.  Now, if I detect even a whiff of emotion, my body has no choice.  The tear ducts, the throat; they all go on auto-pilot cry mode.  It’s rather inconvenient in front of a full class.  These words by Cynthia Lord in Rules, are not the ones that made me teary, but I did interrupt myself when I came across them.  I stopped, put the book down, and wrote the first line on the whiteboard….and then kept on reading.

Looking closer can make something beautiful…Sometimes I can change how I feel about something by drawing it.  Drawing makes me find the curves, the shadows…and the beautiful parts.  I solved my hating snakes by drawing their scales, tiny and silvery, overlapping and overlapping, until all I saw was how perfect they were.”

I’ve only read the first two chapters, but I can tell you that thirty 11 year-olds were captivated by it for at least 1 hour yesterday.

*My own end of the week tradition: words in song or story that move me in some way.  I might type my very favourite parts in bold text, and I’ll always try to post a link below the quote so you can get more if you want it. Enjoy!

Table Painting: Is this better Mom?

My grandparents bought this table shortly after immigrating to Canada.

Let’s make a bet.  Bring my mother into my dining room and ask her to open up our table to put the extra leaves in, or even wipe it, and I’ll tell you what she’ll say.

“Tricia, I just cannot see what you find attractive about this table.  If it were a nice antique it would be one thing, but it’s wobbly, all marked up, and plain ug…”

And then I’ll say, “I love this table!”  emphatically.

She’ll shake her head and sigh, then we’ll go on to set the table.

I know, because we’ve had this conversation at least thirty or forty times before.

Well, now we’ve got something else to talk about mom.  See how we’ve spruced it up?

Wonderful Judy was over the other day, sitting at our table, when she made the suggestion of painting it.  I’m not sure why I had never thought of that before, but it was a great project.  It turns out table leaves are an ideal canvass-they’re flat and just the right size.   It’s nice to find different surfaces to do artwork on as there is only so much wall space available.

I was going to let the kids do it, but then I couldn’t resist and got my own leaf to paint too.

The finished product. Now we don’t need to run for the table cloth when guests come anymore.