Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] a boy and his socks
Tamra Orr
I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks? This email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy. What am I missing?
Tami
Tami
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From: SandraDodd@...
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Sent: Sunday, June 23, 2002 1:05 PM
Subject: [Unschooling-dotcom] a boy and his socks
Since yesterday...
Early a.m, Kirby, Marty and their three friends get up early to go to a big
regional "kotei" (Legend of Five Rings tournament at the gaming shop); Holly
and I are up because Holly has an acting class at 9:00; five out-of-town teen
houseguests are up to go to Edgefest, all-day rock concert in the sun (sun
screen? Hats? yes. Okay.)
I made pancakes and sausage for all of them. Keith made juice, Holly set the
table, all got full.
My sister calls pretty frantic because the twelve-year-old son of a family
they know who live in a town near Las Vegas, NM, is missing. Two days
missing, and she wants them to look for him at Edgefest. She's not calming
down. I said "Do you want to ruin their day? I'll paraphrase." I convinced
her that if he ran away he probably would not go to Edgefest, and if he was
abducted, the abductor would not take him to Edgefest, and so to wait until
in the morning.
So the kotei batch had left, and I said calmly to the remaining set that if
they saw Skye they should call me or Ruth (my former sister-in-law, from my
long-ago first marriage, and close friend of the mom) so we could let his mom
know he's okay, because she's not sure where he is. I said it calmly,
without panic or details. They said fine. I gave them phone numbers.
Holly goes to two classes, Holly auditions for some photo thing (they liked
her and spent a lot of time with her, and then asked her how tall her parents
are. Very tall? Wah. I'm 5'4" but Holly wasn't sure. She said her dad was
tall but her mom says she's not too tall).
Home, all ten teens are still out, Keith says my sister called before her
three kids and their two friends left to say they had found Skye in an
arroyo, dead. Keith opted not to offer the phone to the kids, convincing my
sister they would NOT search the concert site for him, but just planned
casually to glance around and call if they saw him. Better not to ruin their
day. My sister agreed, thanks.
Kirby and crew came back. The winner (of the fancy-sword prize) was a friend
of theirs, so they were happy for him. Kirby had lost to a cheater from
Utah, he said--literally cheating, drawing cards in a sleight-of-hand way,
and having nine cards after playing two, when the hand limit was eight. But
since Kirby works there he was bending over backwards to be hospitable to
people, and thought he could whip him anyway.
The other kids came back late, REALLY exhausted, didn't say anything about
Skye (and I was glad). One was sun poisoned, pretty sick, and we got her
Aleve, much water, and some quiet. One had a mosh-pit scrape on his back,
and the last three seemed to have survived okay, but all were droopy-tired.
Three slept out on our upstairs deck, five on floor and couch in the library,
and my own boys in their own rooms (probably tired from the overwhelming day).
Sunday morning, I watched the last third of Gone With the Wind (for the first
time seeing it, and it was cool). I was folding clothes while watching a
video. Most teens were up, in various stages of finding out Skye was dead.
I went in after my sister had talked to all three of her kids, and talked to
them. I apologized for knowing and not saying more, and they understood. I
told them until the autopsy it woudln't be known what happened, and even then
maybe not. The body had been "pretty banged up" was the only quote we had so
far. There's the possibility of his friend being suspect. The first story,
Wednesday, when he was first missing, was he left his friend's house to walk
home. He didn't make it. He was found in an arroyo (a ravine) the other
direction. So I told the kids not to guess yet until more was known.
Could've been the boys were playing too rough and he got badly hurt and his
friend panicked. Could be someone hit him with a pickup and panicked and
took him and hid him. Maybe a mountain lion, or dogs (we know instances of
both, in our lives, in Northern New Mexico). Possibly, but not necessarily,
abduction and murder. But for them to keep calm and be careful and that they
would probably need to go to the funeral this week.
Kirby got in the shower, needing to be at work before 11:30. I sent his
eight balled-up pairs of clean socks with Holly up to his room so they would
be there when he got out of the shower.
After the whole weekend, delivering clean, sorted socks to his room felt like
a huge privilege, not a job. I KNOW that he dealt with things this weekend
much more educational and important than sock-supply, and it's only noon on
Sunday.
OH! I forgot discovering that our huge juniper tree had been blown by the
wind so hard that it had pulled one of its roots up from the ground some, and
there were cracks in the ground like a little earthquake, about three feet
square, and that visible root, about 2" diameter. It leans over our
neighbors' house. Now it was leaning a little bit more.
I went to the movies on short notice with adult female friends (cool!) but
that meant two bad things:
1. Holly and I both forgot we had planned to go and see one of her
classmates doing mannequin modelling in a store window in the mall.
and
2. I wasn't home when the tree-removal guys came to do an emergency
tree-ectomy. They didn't drop it on my four-year-old catalpa tree (though
nearly), but I did lose half my day lilies (until next year), some of the
pumpkin plants, and all my morning glories. I cried, hard, in the garage.
I felt bad about crying hard when I found out it was costing $800 for tree
removal.
And the branches they threw in the front yard until they bring a chipper
Monday crushed my husband's sage he really liked. His birthday's soon, so
I'll try to find him some good sage. He would probably rather have nothing
than spend money like that, but our attempts to transplant sage from vacant
lots hasn't done well. Maybe I'll go look on construction sites for older
plants that are going to be trashed anyway. We'll get some firewood out of
the deal--whatever we want to pull out of the pile before they get back
Monday.
Our kids are alive, and so losing a tree or missing a social moment aren't
the end of the world. And who gets clean socks from one room to another is
positively miniscule.
Almost everyone's gone from the house at the moment and it's quiet.
Sandra
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Since yesterday...
Early a.m, Kirby, Marty and their three friends get up early to go to a big
regional "kotei" (Legend of Five Rings tournament at the gaming shop); Holly
and I are up because Holly has an acting class at 9:00; five out-of-town teen
houseguests are up to go to Edgefest, all-day rock concert in the sun (sun
screen? Hats? yes. Okay.)
I made pancakes and sausage for all of them. Keith made juice, Holly set the
table, all got full.
My sister calls pretty frantic because the twelve-year-old son of a family
they know who live in a town near Las Vegas, NM, is missing. Two days
missing, and she wants them to look for him at Edgefest. She's not calming
down. I said "Do you want to ruin their day? I'll paraphrase." I convinced
her that if he ran away he probably would not go to Edgefest, and if he was
abducted, the abductor would not take him to Edgefest, and so to wait until
in the morning.
So the kotei batch had left, and I said calmly to the remaining set that if
they saw Skye they should call me or Ruth (my former sister-in-law, from my
long-ago first marriage, and close friend of the mom) so we could let his mom
know he's okay, because she's not sure where he is. I said it calmly,
without panic or details. They said fine. I gave them phone numbers.
Holly goes to two classes, Holly auditions for some photo thing (they liked
her and spent a lot of time with her, and then asked her how tall her parents
are. Very tall? Wah. I'm 5'4" but Holly wasn't sure. She said her dad was
tall but her mom says she's not too tall).
Home, all ten teens are still out, Keith says my sister called before her
three kids and their two friends left to say they had found Skye in an
arroyo, dead. Keith opted not to offer the phone to the kids, convincing my
sister they would NOT search the concert site for him, but just planned
casually to glance around and call if they saw him. Better not to ruin their
day. My sister agreed, thanks.
Kirby and crew came back. The winner (of the fancy-sword prize) was a friend
of theirs, so they were happy for him. Kirby had lost to a cheater from
Utah, he said--literally cheating, drawing cards in a sleight-of-hand way,
and having nine cards after playing two, when the hand limit was eight. But
since Kirby works there he was bending over backwards to be hospitable to
people, and thought he could whip him anyway.
The other kids came back late, REALLY exhausted, didn't say anything about
Skye (and I was glad). One was sun poisoned, pretty sick, and we got her
Aleve, much water, and some quiet. One had a mosh-pit scrape on his back,
and the last three seemed to have survived okay, but all were droopy-tired.
Three slept out on our upstairs deck, five on floor and couch in the library,
and my own boys in their own rooms (probably tired from the overwhelming day).
Sunday morning, I watched the last third of Gone With the Wind (for the first
time seeing it, and it was cool). I was folding clothes while watching a
video. Most teens were up, in various stages of finding out Skye was dead.
I went in after my sister had talked to all three of her kids, and talked to
them. I apologized for knowing and not saying more, and they understood. I
told them until the autopsy it woudln't be known what happened, and even then
maybe not. The body had been "pretty banged up" was the only quote we had so
far. There's the possibility of his friend being suspect. The first story,
Wednesday, when he was first missing, was he left his friend's house to walk
home. He didn't make it. He was found in an arroyo (a ravine) the other
direction. So I told the kids not to guess yet until more was known.
Could've been the boys were playing too rough and he got badly hurt and his
friend panicked. Could be someone hit him with a pickup and panicked and
took him and hid him. Maybe a mountain lion, or dogs (we know instances of
both, in our lives, in Northern New Mexico). Possibly, but not necessarily,
abduction and murder. But for them to keep calm and be careful and that they
would probably need to go to the funeral this week.
Kirby got in the shower, needing to be at work before 11:30. I sent his
eight balled-up pairs of clean socks with Holly up to his room so they would
be there when he got out of the shower.
After the whole weekend, delivering clean, sorted socks to his room felt like
a huge privilege, not a job. I KNOW that he dealt with things this weekend
much more educational and important than sock-supply, and it's only noon on
Sunday.
OH! I forgot discovering that our huge juniper tree had been blown by the
wind so hard that it had pulled one of its roots up from the ground some, and
there were cracks in the ground like a little earthquake, about three feet
square, and that visible root, about 2" diameter. It leans over our
neighbors' house. Now it was leaning a little bit more.
I went to the movies on short notice with adult female friends (cool!) but
that meant two bad things:
1. Holly and I both forgot we had planned to go and see one of her
classmates doing mannequin modelling in a store window in the mall.
and
2. I wasn't home when the tree-removal guys came to do an emergency
tree-ectomy. They didn't drop it on my four-year-old catalpa tree (though
nearly), but I did lose half my day lilies (until next year), some of the
pumpkin plants, and all my morning glories. I cried, hard, in the garage.
I felt bad about crying hard when I found out it was costing $800 for tree
removal.
And the branches they threw in the front yard until they bring a chipper
Monday crushed my husband's sage he really liked. His birthday's soon, so
I'll try to find him some good sage. He would probably rather have nothing
than spend money like that, but our attempts to transplant sage from vacant
lots hasn't done well. Maybe I'll go look on construction sites for older
plants that are going to be trashed anyway. We'll get some firewood out of
the deal--whatever we want to pull out of the pile before they get back
Monday.
Our kids are alive, and so losing a tree or missing a social moment aren't
the end of the world. And who gets clean socks from one room to another is
positively miniscule.
Almost everyone's gone from the house at the moment and it's quiet.
Sandra
Early a.m, Kirby, Marty and their three friends get up early to go to a big
regional "kotei" (Legend of Five Rings tournament at the gaming shop); Holly
and I are up because Holly has an acting class at 9:00; five out-of-town teen
houseguests are up to go to Edgefest, all-day rock concert in the sun (sun
screen? Hats? yes. Okay.)
I made pancakes and sausage for all of them. Keith made juice, Holly set the
table, all got full.
My sister calls pretty frantic because the twelve-year-old son of a family
they know who live in a town near Las Vegas, NM, is missing. Two days
missing, and she wants them to look for him at Edgefest. She's not calming
down. I said "Do you want to ruin their day? I'll paraphrase." I convinced
her that if he ran away he probably would not go to Edgefest, and if he was
abducted, the abductor would not take him to Edgefest, and so to wait until
in the morning.
So the kotei batch had left, and I said calmly to the remaining set that if
they saw Skye they should call me or Ruth (my former sister-in-law, from my
long-ago first marriage, and close friend of the mom) so we could let his mom
know he's okay, because she's not sure where he is. I said it calmly,
without panic or details. They said fine. I gave them phone numbers.
Holly goes to two classes, Holly auditions for some photo thing (they liked
her and spent a lot of time with her, and then asked her how tall her parents
are. Very tall? Wah. I'm 5'4" but Holly wasn't sure. She said her dad was
tall but her mom says she's not too tall).
Home, all ten teens are still out, Keith says my sister called before her
three kids and their two friends left to say they had found Skye in an
arroyo, dead. Keith opted not to offer the phone to the kids, convincing my
sister they would NOT search the concert site for him, but just planned
casually to glance around and call if they saw him. Better not to ruin their
day. My sister agreed, thanks.
Kirby and crew came back. The winner (of the fancy-sword prize) was a friend
of theirs, so they were happy for him. Kirby had lost to a cheater from
Utah, he said--literally cheating, drawing cards in a sleight-of-hand way,
and having nine cards after playing two, when the hand limit was eight. But
since Kirby works there he was bending over backwards to be hospitable to
people, and thought he could whip him anyway.
The other kids came back late, REALLY exhausted, didn't say anything about
Skye (and I was glad). One was sun poisoned, pretty sick, and we got her
Aleve, much water, and some quiet. One had a mosh-pit scrape on his back,
and the last three seemed to have survived okay, but all were droopy-tired.
Three slept out on our upstairs deck, five on floor and couch in the library,
and my own boys in their own rooms (probably tired from the overwhelming day).
Sunday morning, I watched the last third of Gone With the Wind (for the first
time seeing it, and it was cool). I was folding clothes while watching a
video. Most teens were up, in various stages of finding out Skye was dead.
I went in after my sister had talked to all three of her kids, and talked to
them. I apologized for knowing and not saying more, and they understood. I
told them until the autopsy it woudln't be known what happened, and even then
maybe not. The body had been "pretty banged up" was the only quote we had so
far. There's the possibility of his friend being suspect. The first story,
Wednesday, when he was first missing, was he left his friend's house to walk
home. He didn't make it. He was found in an arroyo (a ravine) the other
direction. So I told the kids not to guess yet until more was known.
Could've been the boys were playing too rough and he got badly hurt and his
friend panicked. Could be someone hit him with a pickup and panicked and
took him and hid him. Maybe a mountain lion, or dogs (we know instances of
both, in our lives, in Northern New Mexico). Possibly, but not necessarily,
abduction and murder. But for them to keep calm and be careful and that they
would probably need to go to the funeral this week.
Kirby got in the shower, needing to be at work before 11:30. I sent his
eight balled-up pairs of clean socks with Holly up to his room so they would
be there when he got out of the shower.
After the whole weekend, delivering clean, sorted socks to his room felt like
a huge privilege, not a job. I KNOW that he dealt with things this weekend
much more educational and important than sock-supply, and it's only noon on
Sunday.
OH! I forgot discovering that our huge juniper tree had been blown by the
wind so hard that it had pulled one of its roots up from the ground some, and
there were cracks in the ground like a little earthquake, about three feet
square, and that visible root, about 2" diameter. It leans over our
neighbors' house. Now it was leaning a little bit more.
I went to the movies on short notice with adult female friends (cool!) but
that meant two bad things:
1. Holly and I both forgot we had planned to go and see one of her
classmates doing mannequin modelling in a store window in the mall.
and
2. I wasn't home when the tree-removal guys came to do an emergency
tree-ectomy. They didn't drop it on my four-year-old catalpa tree (though
nearly), but I did lose half my day lilies (until next year), some of the
pumpkin plants, and all my morning glories. I cried, hard, in the garage.
I felt bad about crying hard when I found out it was costing $800 for tree
removal.
And the branches they threw in the front yard until they bring a chipper
Monday crushed my husband's sage he really liked. His birthday's soon, so
I'll try to find him some good sage. He would probably rather have nothing
than spend money like that, but our attempts to transplant sage from vacant
lots hasn't done well. Maybe I'll go look on construction sites for older
plants that are going to be trashed anyway. We'll get some firewood out of
the deal--whatever we want to pull out of the pile before they get back
Monday.
Our kids are alive, and so losing a tree or missing a social moment aren't
the end of the world. And who gets clean socks from one room to another is
positively miniscule.
Almost everyone's gone from the house at the moment and it's quiet.
Sandra
Tamra Orr
Okay . .. thanks,
Tami
-------Original Message-------
From: [email protected]
Date: Sunday, June 23, 2002 02:02:33 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] a boy and his socks
In a message dated 6/23/02 1:39:38 PM, writinggoddess2@... writes:
<< I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but
isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks?
This email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy.
What am I missing? >>
The sock discussion.
Lots of days go from detals to tragedies and socks.
It's about what's important. I personally think MOST things are more
important than socks.
You can read back through the archives if you're really curious. I think
the
topic was new to unschooling, and housekeeping (some form of that). But
asking people to summarize a week long discussion isn't a good tack to take.
If you feel you've missed something, wait and see if you can pick it up as
the discussion goes on, or go to the archives.
Sandra
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-------Original Message-------
From: [email protected]
Date: Sunday, June 23, 2002 02:02:33 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] a boy and his socks
In a message dated 6/23/02 1:39:38 PM, writinggoddess2@... writes:
<< I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but
isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks?
This email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy.
What am I missing? >>
The sock discussion.
Lots of days go from detals to tragedies and socks.
It's about what's important. I personally think MOST things are more
important than socks.
You can read back through the archives if you're really curious. I think
the
topic was new to unschooling, and housekeeping (some form of that). But
asking people to summarize a week long discussion isn't a good tack to take.
If you feel you've missed something, wait and see if you can pick it up as
the discussion goes on, or go to the archives.
Sandra
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In a message dated 6/23/02 1:39:38 PM, writinggoddess2@... writes:
<< I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but
isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks?
This email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy.
What am I missing? >>
The sock discussion.
Lots of days go from detals to tragedies and socks.
It's about what's important. I personally think MOST things are more
important than socks.
You can read back through the archives if you're really curious. I think the
topic was new to unschooling, and housekeeping (some form of that). But
asking people to summarize a week long discussion isn't a good tack to take.
If you feel you've missed something, wait and see if you can pick it up as
the discussion goes on, or go to the archives.
Sandra
<< I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but
isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks?
This email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy.
What am I missing? >>
The sock discussion.
Lots of days go from detals to tragedies and socks.
It's about what's important. I personally think MOST things are more
important than socks.
You can read back through the archives if you're really curious. I think the
topic was new to unschooling, and housekeeping (some form of that). But
asking people to summarize a week long discussion isn't a good tack to take.
If you feel you've missed something, wait and see if you can pick it up as
the discussion goes on, or go to the archives.
Sandra
[email protected]
In a message dated 6/23/02 2:39:38 PM Central Daylight Time,
writinggoddess2@... writes:
this site. Maybe not.
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
writinggoddess2@... writes:
> I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . . but isn'tDito. Nat PS I think it is some sort of dig at one of the other posters to
> the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important than socks? This
> email confused me . . . it went from daily details to a huge tragedy. What
> am I missing?
>
> Tami
>
this site. Maybe not.
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
tamlvee
--- In Unschooling-dotcom@y..., "Tamra Orr" <writinggoddess2@a...>
wrote:
than socks? This email confused me . . . it went from daily details
to a huge tragedy. What am I missing?
This is a reminder of how fragile life is. This is how it happens.
One moment you're involved with the details of everyday life, the
next moment everything is different.
My (younger) brother died at the beginning of the year. I know my
mom wishes she was able to deliver "clean socks" to his room. I know
Sandra is thankful that her son (any of her children) needs clean
socks. Sometimes it's the little things that remind us how lucky we
are.
wrote:
> I'm new to this site, so forgive me if I am slow on the uptake . .but isn't the fact tht a 12 yr old boy has just died more important
than socks? This email confused me . . . it went from daily details
to a huge tragedy. What am I missing?
This is a reminder of how fragile life is. This is how it happens.
One moment you're involved with the details of everyday life, the
next moment everything is different.
My (younger) brother died at the beginning of the year. I know my
mom wishes she was able to deliver "clean socks" to his room. I know
Sandra is thankful that her son (any of her children) needs clean
socks. Sometimes it's the little things that remind us how lucky we
are.
[email protected]
In a message dated 6/24/02 9:01:42 AM, stvan3@... writes:
<< My (younger) brother died at the beginning of the year. I know my
mom wishes she was able to deliver "clean socks" to his room. I know
Sandra is thankful that her son (any of her children) needs clean
socks. Sometimes it's the little things that remind us how lucky we
are. >>
Thanks for paraphrasing me so sweetly, and I'm really sorry about your
brother.
If any of you can see out the window and aren't seeing a skyful of ashen
haze, or if you have trees you can see and they're not on fire, you might
want to take a deep breath of gratitude and appreciation, too, and be glad
your children are safe at home.
Sandra
<< My (younger) brother died at the beginning of the year. I know my
mom wishes she was able to deliver "clean socks" to his room. I know
Sandra is thankful that her son (any of her children) needs clean
socks. Sometimes it's the little things that remind us how lucky we
are. >>
Thanks for paraphrasing me so sweetly, and I'm really sorry about your
brother.
If any of you can see out the window and aren't seeing a skyful of ashen
haze, or if you have trees you can see and they're not on fire, you might
want to take a deep breath of gratitude and appreciation, too, and be glad
your children are safe at home.
Sandra
Tia Leschke
>I don't think so. Sandra and I had been going round on the socks issue a
>Dito. Nat PS I think it is some sort of dig at one of the other posters to
>this site. Maybe not.
bit, and her post was about how unimportant that really is in the scheme of
things. I agree.
I'm really sorry to hear about Skye, Sandra. It was doubly hard for me to
read since my granddaughter's name is Skye. Give your kids a hug for
me. And I hope the only problems with fire you have this year are that
smoke. I can't even imagine being in the path of a raging forest fire.
Tia
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Eleanor Roosevelt
*********************************************
Tia Leschke
leschke@...
On Vancouver Island
diamond_h2o
In the scheme of things socks are really umimportant (around here we
don't wear them) but when everything else is going wrong it is nice
to have kids that know how to do their own or a mother/father that
is willing to do them for you! and if at some point there is no
teaching/guidance there is a pretty good chance that there may be
no learning.
don't wear them) but when everything else is going wrong it is nice
to have kids that know how to do their own or a mother/father that
is willing to do them for you! and if at some point there is no
teaching/guidance there is a pretty good chance that there may be
no learning.
--- In Unschooling-dotcom@y..., Tia Leschke <leschke@i...> wrote:
>
> >
> >Dito. Nat PS I think it is some sort of dig at one of the other
posters to
> >this site. Maybe not.
>
> I don't think so. Sandra and I had been going round on the socks
issue a
> bit, and her post was about how unimportant that really is in the
scheme of
> things. I agree.
>
> I'm really sorry to hear about Skye, Sandra. It was doubly hard
for me to
> read since my granddaughter's name is Skye. Give your kids a hug
for
> me. And I hope the only problems with fire you have this year are
that
> smoke. I can't even imagine being in the path of a raging forest
fire.
> Tia
>
> No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
> Eleanor Roosevelt
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In a message dated 6/24/02 11:23:07 AM, diamond_h2o@... writes:
<< and if at some point there is no
teaching/guidance there is a pretty good chance that there may be
no learning. >>
I think it would help a whole lot for you to read more about unschooling.
The suggestion that there is no teaching/guidance involved in natural
learning is a fallacy.
People are saying "you could have a more peaceful relationship with your
children if your priorities were different," and it's being interpreted in
the worst light.
Sandra
<< and if at some point there is no
teaching/guidance there is a pretty good chance that there may be
no learning. >>
I think it would help a whole lot for you to read more about unschooling.
The suggestion that there is no teaching/guidance involved in natural
learning is a fallacy.
People are saying "you could have a more peaceful relationship with your
children if your priorities were different," and it's being interpreted in
the worst light.
Sandra
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On Mon, 24 Jun 2002 11:19:34 EDT SandraDodd@... writes:
Arizona. The White Mountains are burining. Show Low is burning - the main
street in town is called Deuce of Clubs, because that was the low card
that the winning rancher turned up. We used to go up fishing near there
during the summer, at Lake of the Woods in Pinetop-Lakeside, at a cabin
in Greer, in Heber-Overgaard. Heber-Overgaard already burned. It's the
biggest fire in Arizona history.
Last month Mount Lemmon (north of Tucson) burned. A week or two ago there
was a fire near the Arizona-Mexico border, near the lakes where we used
to go fishing.
I can see smoke out my window. It's probably someone burning trash at a
neighboring farm, but it still makes me nervous.
It's all very very sad.
Dar
> If any of you can see out the window and aren't seeing a skyful ofashen
> haze, or if you have trees you can see and they're not on fire, youmight
> want to take a deep breath of gratitude and appreciation, too, andI've been following the Rodeo fire in Arizona in the news. I grew up in
> be glad your children are safe at home.
Arizona. The White Mountains are burining. Show Low is burning - the main
street in town is called Deuce of Clubs, because that was the low card
that the winning rancher turned up. We used to go up fishing near there
during the summer, at Lake of the Woods in Pinetop-Lakeside, at a cabin
in Greer, in Heber-Overgaard. Heber-Overgaard already burned. It's the
biggest fire in Arizona history.
Last month Mount Lemmon (north of Tucson) burned. A week or two ago there
was a fire near the Arizona-Mexico border, near the lakes where we used
to go fishing.
I can see smoke out my window. It's probably someone burning trash at a
neighboring farm, but it still makes me nervous.
It's all very very sad.
Dar
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<<Our kids are alive, and so losing a tree or missing a social moment
aren't
the end of the world. And who gets clean socks from one room to another
is
positively miniscule.>>
Sandra, any attempt to describe how much I needed to read this will fall
short. I have been obsessing about so much "stuff" and missing the sheer
bliss of my life. I'll be leaving the rest of the house work till later
and take the kids to the pool, maybe we won't get back to to the work at
all today. I need some snuggle time with my kids! I'll definitely
relish those moments spent folding their clean clothes, thank God they're
here to get them dirty again.
I'll be sending good thoughts and prayers your way about the loss of your
young friend, Skye.
Kris
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aren't
the end of the world. And who gets clean socks from one room to another
is
positively miniscule.>>
Sandra, any attempt to describe how much I needed to read this will fall
short. I have been obsessing about so much "stuff" and missing the sheer
bliss of my life. I'll be leaving the rest of the house work till later
and take the kids to the pool, maybe we won't get back to to the work at
all today. I need some snuggle time with my kids! I'll definitely
relish those moments spent folding their clean clothes, thank God they're
here to get them dirty again.
I'll be sending good thoughts and prayers your way about the loss of your
young friend, Skye.
Kris
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In a message dated 6/24/02 5:29:52 PM Central Daylight Time,
freeform@... writes:
to Oklahoma this weekend and all over the sky was kind of hazy. The
newscaster said the haze was from the fires in Arizona and Colorado. So even
us folks in Kansas and Oklahoma can see the effects. My heart goes out to
those who have lost homes, and my greatest hope is that no one on this list
will loose theirs.
~Nancy
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freeform@... writes:
> On Mon, 24 Jun 2002 11:19:34 EDT SandraDodd@... writes:We have been following this too. How very sad. My little brother and I went
> > If any of you can see out the window and aren't seeing a skyful of
> ashen
> > haze, or if you have trees you can see and they're not on fire, you
> might
> > want to take a deep breath of gratitude and appreciation, too, and
> > be glad your children are safe at home.
>
> I've been following the Rodeo fire in Arizona in the news. I grew up in
> Arizona.
to Oklahoma this weekend and all over the sky was kind of hazy. The
newscaster said the haze was from the fires in Arizona and Colorado. So even
us folks in Kansas and Oklahoma can see the effects. My heart goes out to
those who have lost homes, and my greatest hope is that no one on this list
will loose theirs.
~Nancy
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In a message dated 6/24/02 1:55:23 PM Central Daylight Time,
SandraDodd@... writes:
the best we can and strive for improvement each day. As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other, not guilt and
blame. All of us on this site want the best for our children or we wouldn't
be here.
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SandraDodd@... writes:
> People are saying "you could have a more peaceful relationship with yourWe are not there, so we cannot know what her priorities are. Most of us do
> children if your priorities were different," and it's being interpreted in
> the worst light.
the best we can and strive for improvement each day. As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other, not guilt and
blame. All of us on this site want the best for our children or we wouldn't
be here.
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In a message dated 6/25/02 10:39:30 AM, Natalieg543@... writes:
<< We are not there, so we cannot know what her priorities are. Most of us do
the best we can and strive for improvement each day. >>
We can only know people by what they write and what they claim.
Those who are striving for improvement need other models and ideas to
consider.
<<As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other>>
I don't love and support people who force their children to do ABeka lessons.
I don't love and support parents who spank and ground their children for not
"finishing homework" (when they're homeschooling).
I don't love and support people who belittle their children.
In the current situation it had to do with none of the above, but with
"consequences" which were not natural, but were created.
But all the situations above HAVE been dealt with by unschoolers in online
discussions and on sites (as www.unschooling.com, AOL's homeschooling forum,
and others).
<< As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other, not guilt and
blame. >>
My love and support goes to children, not to the parents. If the parents are
doing things which makes childhood rough, which negatively affects the peace
and trust between children and parents, and which will create bad memories
for the children, I want to love and support those children, even if it might
make the parents feel guilty in the process. If they are doing those things
(rough life, bad memories, disturbing the peace) then they should feel
guilty. If they are not, then GREAT!!
People can ignore everything around them. They can ignore me all they want.
They can go to any of dozens of unschooling discussionsarn, why have the list
then?
Each person here can give the type of support she thinks will help the most.
Each person here can pick and choose of the information presented.
Sandra
<< We are not there, so we cannot know what her priorities are. Most of us do
the best we can and strive for improvement each day. >>
We can only know people by what they write and what they claim.
Those who are striving for improvement need other models and ideas to
consider.
<<As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other>>
I don't love and support people who force their children to do ABeka lessons.
I don't love and support parents who spank and ground their children for not
"finishing homework" (when they're homeschooling).
I don't love and support people who belittle their children.
In the current situation it had to do with none of the above, but with
"consequences" which were not natural, but were created.
But all the situations above HAVE been dealt with by unschoolers in online
discussions and on sites (as www.unschooling.com, AOL's homeschooling forum,
and others).
<< As homeschooling
parents, we need to offer love and support to each other, not guilt and
blame. >>
My love and support goes to children, not to the parents. If the parents are
doing things which makes childhood rough, which negatively affects the peace
and trust between children and parents, and which will create bad memories
for the children, I want to love and support those children, even if it might
make the parents feel guilty in the process. If they are doing those things
(rough life, bad memories, disturbing the peace) then they should feel
guilty. If they are not, then GREAT!!
People can ignore everything around them. They can ignore me all they want.
They can go to any of dozens of unschooling discussionsarn, why have the list
then?
Each person here can give the type of support she thinks will help the most.
Each person here can pick and choose of the information presented.
Sandra
diamond_h2o
Here in sw missouri the night sky isn't dark it is a weird gray
color so it looks almost like it normally is about 4:30am I am
wondering if the fires have anything to do with this?
color so it looks almost like it normally is about 4:30am I am
wondering if the fires have anything to do with this?
--- In Unschooling-dotcom@y..., Dnowens@a... wrote:
> In a message dated 6/24/02 5:29:52 PM Central Daylight Time,
> freeform@j... writes:
>
>
> > On Mon, 24 Jun 2002 11:19:34 EDT SandraDodd@a... writes:
> > > If any of you can see out the window and aren't seeing a skyful
of
> > ashen
> > > haze, or if you have trees you can see and they're not on fire,
you
> > might
> > > want to take a deep breath of gratitude and appreciation, too,
and
> > > be glad your children are safe at home.
> >
> > I've been following the Rodeo fire in Arizona in the news. I grew
up in
> > Arizona.
>
> We have been following this too. How very sad. My little brother
and I went
> to Oklahoma this weekend and all over the sky was kind of hazy. The
> newscaster said the haze was from the fires in Arizona and
Colorado. So even
> us folks in Kansas and Oklahoma can see the effects. My heart goes
out to
> those who have lost homes, and my greatest hope is that no one on
this list
> will loose theirs.
> ~Nancy
>
>
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