I think I can put my finger upon one of the reasons I was barely scraping by (as far as grades go) in high school. SKIMMING. When I had to read something I was not interested in (i.e. textbooks), I SKIMMED. My eyes were like radar screens, rapidly scanning every page for ANYTHING AT ALL that might prove interesting. I evidently missed a great deal of information. Cutting to the present: when I read aloud to my son, I wouldn’t dream of skimming. And guess what? I am learning all kinds of stuff I probably should have learned during my formative years. So, silver lining time: my son learns something new and I learn something new, too. I am grateful.
Current non-fiction studies: world religions – last night we were reading about Buddhism (“Usborne Book of Religions of the World”: A+), and non-vertebrate marine life – so elegantly photographed (“Spineless” by Susan Middleton: A+).
Current fiction: “Hatchet”, by Gary Paulsen (this is our third time through, and it is still riveting and important).
Contemplating the quill pen: My son and I are learning about quill pens – the writing instrument of choice until the mid 1800s – so we thought we would try writing with one. Holy cow, what a colossal mess! BLOTCH. DRIP. SPLOTCH. Of course we had the cheapest of the cheap feather pen sets, so this may have been the problem (seriously, this WAS the problem), but it brought us to a new appreciation of documents such as the Declaration of Independence, which were handwritten with a quill pen. What an elegant hand penned the Declaration – not one inkblot or drip.
Last night’s story problem from “Le Fictitious Local Diner” – During the cold and flu season, townspeople flock to the diner to purchase quart upon quart of chicken soup to bring home. The diner uses organic chicken, celery, carrots and onions to make their soup and can make a gallon for $12.00. They sell a quart for $8.00. Each year the diner manages to sell 200 quarts of the chicken soup. What is their profit?
Last night’s music theme – “Summertime”. This past week, the outside temp hovered around 30 degrees. We needed to think about weather that was at least 50 degrees warmer, so we listened to –
- “Summer” from Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons”, composed around 1720. (needs no comment)
- “Fireflies” from Amy Beach, composed in 1892. This piano piece sparkles. It is one of our favorites.
- “Summertime” from George Gershwin’s “Porgy and Bess” (1935). We listened to Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong sing – wow. Wow. Wow.
- “In the Summertime” by Mungo Jerry, obviously not a melody that can compete with the others we listened to, and yet, this could be the consummate summer-vacation song. Ridiculously rambunctious fun.
Welcome to the best part of my day!
– Jane BH