Spending a Sunday afternoon being brave. High river is doing a banner contest where 40 pieces of local art will be made into street banners. I have been encouraged to submit something. I am terrified. My inner sabateur is having a field day with the ” you aren’t good enough” and ” who do you think you are?!” Comments. I am going to push through and submit. Regardless of the acceptance of this piece or not, I will see it as success if I hand it in and DO it. See it through and be brave!
My picture was in the paper… right opposite the article about High River Families being Apathetic. Nope. You didn’t read that wrong.
- YAY I was in the paper! And the picture wasn’t horrible. I am really flattered and honored to be in print. It’s odd and giddy feeling. :)
- I emailed the newspaper with the following:
I am saddened to see that the reputation the High River Times has for it’s errors has been supported.
In this week’s newspaper the first 4 pages had 2 easily found errors, one of which completely changes the tone of the article.
Fort McMurray family overwhelmed by High River, FSD warm welcome
By Paul Krajewski
“People are so nice because of what they went through in 2013; they’re very apathetic of our state and how long we are going to be away from our homes …”
showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.
“apathetic slackers who don’t vote”
synonyms: uninterested, indifferent, unconcerned, unmoved, uninvolved, disinterested, unemotional, emotionless, dispassionate, lukewarm, unmotivated, halfhearted;
Spell Check does not make up for good editing.
The second error is one I was concerned about when I was interviewed by Paul at the High River Library on Wednesday. He was very eager to get information from me as an artist in residence but not willing to slow down and listen. I corrected him clearly that I am not THE artist in residence but one of many artists that share their work with the library and that I was one of the many resident artists. Also spelling my name for him repeatedly still lead to it being spelled wrong in the paper. While I appreciate the coverage, I would hope that news reporters would be more careful about the details of what they share.
Please show more care with your words and facts to avoid the alienation of your audience and to not contribute to the prejudices that small towns often fall victim to.
Will see what response I get. ( Have mixed feelings about this. LOL)
My boys vibrated with excitement as they realized what they were making. Every ingredient was their favorite and waiting for them to cool in the fridge was torture! Simple, sweet, and packed with Manitoba Prairies Memories these treats are far from sugar free but fill a whole different food group category. Sweet Memories.
Every spring I get the renewal notification for my website hosting package. Every spring I try to decide if I will ACTUALLY write the upcoming 12 months. I think it is more the archived memories that keeps me renewing than the actual commitment to pound the keys and express myself.
Dare I trumpet that this year will be different? Sure.
The Plan for the remaining 6 months of 2016:
- Add an art section
- Have the spawn add to the homeschooling section
- Do weekly recipes for Charla ;)
- Do some backdating of events and information that have been sitting in draft form for way too long.
- Oh! And actually publish some of those photos that I haven’t been processing from my camera
The old adage is that you make time for what is important to you. This is important to me and I can make time for it.
- Logs off to wave pompoms of pep-talk at the boys!
“I wanna have a GOOD funeral” he says. Another fish has gone to meet his maker. This one was a doozer. A Beta that got sick ( silver gills ) and we treated for 2 days only to lose him at the end.
“what do you consider not-so-dark?” We brainstormed. Post funeral snacks were mentioned. This consisted of choclate in many forms. I avoided suggesting red jube jube fishes.
“What about your eulogy?” I attempted to redirect back to thoughts. ” He was a good fish. We are sad to have not caught his illness in time. He was always roaming around in the tank…” His eyes got teary.
“what about his good days before he got sick? What did you really like about Bronze?” Who knew that fish deaths would be this challenging. ” Well, he was calm for a fighter fish. Peaceful and quiet. Each morning I loved watching him eat and he always said ‘Hi’ in bubbly fish speak.”
“How can we say good-bye?” The child groaned. ” Mom, you seriously aren’t putting this on the website are you?” I tried not to laugh. Apparently, he knows me well!
Farewell, Bronze. You will always hold a place of Gold in a child’s tender heart.
So I got fish 3 days after Christmas. Digger,Ying and Yang,Goldy,Bronze and Reggi.
In the morning when I fed my fish I saw movement on the counter by the food. I looked and I SAW REGGI! He JUMPED OUT OF HIS TANK! He scared mum and I we did not no what to do in tell mum grabbed a post-it note and scooped hem up and put hem back. She saved him.
The goal for this assignment is to NOT get comfortable with ONE position, angle, or approach to shots.
Will update progress as I push that!
Due Date : Not set as yet!
I love to hang on to things ‘just in case’. Sometimes it edges into hording but I am pretty good at keeping the clutter to reasonable forms of organised chaos. Today was NOT a shining example of how to achieve that.
My hard-drives are NOT free of hording. I keep downloads of units and paperwork that I MAY someday want the boys to study, templates and examples that I MAY want to use in the future, and old versions of things I have done just in case I MAY need them again in the future. Yes, these are all filed in a system that is easy to use and understand but there are still a lot of files. Today I clicked twice and didn’t think twice! In a nanosecond I manage to delete my entire Homeschooling file system.
Yup. All of it.
All of the unit work I was organising to do, the portfolio of stuff done, the schedule templates and the resources materials . All of it. The good, the useless, and the unknown all gone. The files of course were too large for the recycling bin so they skipped the recycling bin and went straight to nuclear detonation. * waves bye bye *
Well. Burning down a house does indeed deal with a case of hording but it may be a bit extreme. Deleting an entire drive does clean it up but may be a bit harsh. :)
So, now ( in preparation of Windows 10 install ) I am uploading as many files to my online storage systems as possible. Obviously, it’s a bit like closing the barn door after the horses are out but it will remind me to be more consistent with backups and system restore files.
This next week will certainly be focused on getting those portfolios actually nailed down and report cards/tracking systems actually designed and finalized. All of this from a clean slate.
Minecraft is a very major part of our world. For anyone who doesn’t get it, could be due to them never having played. I went from ” snort of derission” to ” just one more block” very quickly. So as I am looking for online courses for homeschooling I wasn’t TOO surprised to find many of them in the Minecraft. Tonight the boys and I battled through the Noob to explore the world of Skrafty .
We are hooked.
It took a bit to get the appropriate permissions and to understand the server speak ( /tell to private message, /port to claim land, /server to move around) but the boys got lost for hours playing paint ball, running through mazes and finding more and more premade worlds.
I happily staying in my BigIdeas space and began building the house from UP. I have torn down and rebuild every wall at least three time already but it has some hope.
The sun has long set, the dogs are snoring and I have FINALLY sent the boys to bed. Now I just need to show some self restraint and not log back on so I can keep building.
I am an adult…. I am an adult… I am an adult.