Building Stuff, Number 2

Bunkbed, with bench underneath instead of bed, just to confuse Little Z's preschool teacher who asked,

"Do you sleep on the top or the bottom?" So Z said,

"I sleep on the top because there is no bed on the bottom!"

Which was very confusing to her teacher. But it is actually true.

The reason for the bunk bed was a little embarrassing: Little Z actually turned five and was still sleeping in her crib with the one side of bars removed. She thought it was fun to demonstrate to us that her body filled the mattress from top to bottom

"But that's okay," she said, "because I curl up and bend when I sleep."

Which just made me feel worse, that she was so nice about sleeping in a little crib when she was five. So, I made her a bunk bed, Pooh Bear themed by request. (The Pooh Bear stickers are just some cheap Walmart crap, but they sure look swell, don't they?)

The Fear of 9/11 Erasing

I changed rooms and roommates at both schools where I teach this year. It made for a lot of searching, moving, rearranging, and negotiating with new roommates. Both of my new roommates are good people. I can tell. So that's a plus!

The one roommate, Mrs. R, has this tribute to America and 9/11 victims that she has somehow, miraculously, left "saved" on the board since September 11, 2001. They drew it that day, and she put a save post-it, and no one has touched it since. Many people have moved on to dry erase boards, but she has let the "upgrades" pass her room by. (Which is wise, I think. I prefer blackboard.) This is it:

Eleven years, this has been there. Just chalk. Our school was closed once for deep cleaning because we had mold, and her room had mold, but no one erased that board. Eleven years. Damn.

Now I have something to obsessively fear (which is good because I was low on obsessive fears): some idiot kid in my class leaning up against it and erasing it with his back, or better yet: someone erasing the board for me, as a favor!

Do you think I should buy colored chalk, so I can secretly redraw it as necessary? Just in case? Would that be wrong?

Building Stuff!

The way it all began was when BAH said, "If you're looking for something to do this summer, I could use a dresser."

So, there it is:

Can you believe it? Two dressers made from crap laying around the barn, mostly. The kind of icky orange thing to the right is the old plastic dresser.

Just in Time

I received my new teaching license yesterday. Just in time! It would have been awkward if school started before I'd gotten it~

I haven't been writing here because I have been building things! Cellar Door the Builder! I shall post soon about all that.

Also, my dear daughter will be starting kindergarten on September 4. Kindergarten! How is this possible?

She recently figured out how to ride a bike with training wheels. We live on a big hill, with no sidewalks, so she may be a little late with this one. It's sometimes painfully slow walking beside her while she rides, because she seems to need to stop and talk every four pedal revolutions or so.

Five year old little girls, they never shut up! But we love her.


I was driving my car today. I shut the windows, and it was quiet. I thought, I should play some music. And the radio turned on, all by itself. It was playing Bach.

Clearly, I have now transcended to a whole new level.

Fantastic Honey!

File under, "I have no idea what I'm doing here..."

What I thought my beeswax candles would look like:

This is what my beeswax candles look like:

Like I saved up my earwax for ten years and stuffed it into jars.


Carrot Top

To all those who called me "Carrot Top" when I was a child, look here:

Carrot tops are green! And we have a lot of them, no?

A Sticky Situation

We finally got some honey from our bees, today! The first annual stealing of the honey from the bees. I would blog about it, but BAH saved me the trouble and blogged about it here.

Big Shana

They called me Shana when I was a kid. The summer of my fifth year, my family moved to Petaluma, California. Right away, I met a little girl my age who lived next door. We kept our distance for a spell, giving each other the eye. Finally, she approached me,

"My name is Nikki. I'm five."

"I'm five, too! My name is Shana."

Joy! We're both five!

"My sister's name is Shana!"

What strange providence? How could this be so? [I had an extremely large vocabulary.]

And that's how I met Nikki, and later Shana. Shana was little, so I became Big Shana and she became Little Shana. Both Shanas had red hair. Little Shana had never had a hair cut- ever!

Nikki was my bestest friend in the whole world for a couple of years, and then Rachel and Robyn moved in across the street- from exotic Wisconsin! It took ages for Rachel and Robyn's furniture to arrive from Wisconsin. We did cartwheels and handstands in their furnitureless house. They had a large dog who slobbered a lot. He had a bump on his head.

"The bump," said Robyn, "means he's very intelligent. Oh, so intelligent! This is a smart dog, here." Robyn was the younger of the two, with blond hair, and she talked nonstop! Everything was new and exciting. I liked her immediately. Rachel was more reticent, older and wiser, apparently. She wore glasses.

And that became our gang.

My grandparents visited often from The City. Grandpa Al loved ice cream and loved children, so he thought it would be great to be everybody's grandpa and take us all out to ice cream and then the park! He even had everyone call him "Grandpa". As in, "Call me Grandpa." And they did! Which made me quite annoyed, but I tried not to show it. I mean, he was my grandpa.

In these dark days before minivans, Grandpa Al put us all in the trunk and drove us to Tutle Drug for ice cream. He left the hatch up for us.

It looks like this was just for a picture, but this is actually how we would drive around. Sometimes the hatch would sink a little when he went over dips, but we didn't mind. You could just put it back up with your hands. Grandma Amy rode shotgun. She carried a little folding stool with her wherever she went. She sat on her stool and observed, at playgrounds and ice cream shops. And took pictures:

The Long Drive Home Day 2

Art in Omaha [correction: Council Bluffs]:
Art should never be pretty.

We always know we have reached Wisconsin when we see the recycling bins again:

Thursday at the Zoo

When we lived in Pueblo, we used to joke that they just rounded up some animals from Pueblo County and fenced them in and called it a zoo! It's a nice zoo, though, especially for such a small town. The funniest part was that they actually had Jacob's sheep- the same kind of sheep that we have at home!

Cross Blogging and Corn and other Fruity Ideas

Cross Blogging:

Teresa posted an email I sent to her on her Frog Blog. Teresa is the greatest blogger ever. (Except for you, if you have a blog, of course.)


A great pile of sweet corn was once again left on our back porch today (we are not in Colorado, actually- we were there last week). This happens every year (the corn, not the Colorado, although actually, maybe the Colorado) and sometimes even more than once. What wonderful person feeds us corn?


Since you now know we aren't really in Colorado, I will share the great tragedy of our trip. The watermelon is gone from the garden! There were at least three that should have been ripe. I was all ready to pick them when we got home. I had set a timed watering device to take care of them, watering every night for one hour. Little Z and I planted those watermelons from seed. From seed, mind you! (When we moved them out to the garden, she said, "Mom! They're not straight!") And I am to watermelon as diamonds are to a girl's best friend. If I were a Chinese official, I would be the most corrupt Chinese official, ever! I LOVE WATERMELON! Inquiries have produced nothing.

You Lucky Guy:

One lucky reader of this blog will receive a copy of They Might Be Giants' brand new album from 1990, "Flood" in the mail this week! Yay! The rest of you just hold your breaths. Next time, it may be you.

Wednesday in Colorado

Aspen grove with Mule Deer.