One of those INTJ things

Here’s the thing. I will NOT speak to you unless I feel either

a) it’s entirely safe.

or

b) it’s unavoidable, usually for some moral imperative.

I just won’t. I’ll figure you’re busy. I’ll figure you’re entitled to your opinion (unless it involves harm to someone.) I’m the Queen of MYOB. If you want to know what I’m thinking, ask me. THEN I’ll tell you.

So, if I have gone to the trouble of speaking to a total stranger and warning her against a plan of action, it’s because I REALLY REALLY REALLY didn’t think I could get out of doing so and sleep nights. And if I did that I lost at least 2 nights’ sleep over it anyway.

So JUST FREAKING LISTEN TO ME.

/rant

I know you’ve missed me.

But, some days is like that. 😉

We’ve been mostly college visiting and getting the gardens ready for Spring.

We’ve visited Swarthmore, Haverford, Princeton, Goucher, Dickinson, Sarah Lawrence, Smith, Mt. Holyoke, Rutgers and Oberlin, in addition to Bryn Mawr.

Le sigh. 😀

Wordless Wednesday, community garden clean-up edition

The soil is dreadful, and the area's infested with quack-grass, but it has some sun.

The same plot, a couple of hours later. That’s work.

Cleaning up the strawberry bed at the "Little House"

Happy chicken works on the compost.

It’s that time of the year again!

Holiday meal at Disney's Vero Beach resort

And, no, I don’t mean the time of Peace and Goodwill towards men (or women, if they mattered.)

No, the time of the year I refer to is the semi-annual appearance of my TigerMom doppelganger. Without being too Three Faces of Eve about it, I must admit that occasionally I suffer from a sort of evil possession that turns me into the Type A person I was raised to be, before extensive therapy made me almost suitable for human contact.

This cat does not live here. However, cats don't care.

At those times I become like River, from Serenity, except not adorable or waifish and without a supportive brother. Lethal, crazy, and not all there.

The most recent occasion was our run-up to Standardized Testing. The 2 high-schoolers are taking the ACT in December. So we’re doing pre-tests, and writing exercises, and, in general, turning our curriculum upside-down to give the kids an opportunity to experience success in what I believe to be a stupid exercise. See? I’m conflicted.

Because, while part of me wants to walk away from the whole pointless business

( because a three hour test that assesses, what? Your “academic potential?”  Writing an essay on “What personal character trait has the potential to be most negative?” in 25 minutes tells us something important about how someone will manage themselves in college?}

the other part of me wants the Payoff. I was a class A, named, lab rat in the school system. I KNOW what’s on the other side of that maze. Goodies. Lots of easy goodies. So, let me show you about that maze….

Internal Conflicts like this are the sort of opening TigerMom loves. While I’m in a schitzophrenic Quaker meeting, trying to assemble a consensus, she starts whacking grammar books on the desk and hollering, “WRITE THE ESSAY! JUST WRITE IT! NO ONE HAS A BLADDER THAT SMALL! YOU CAN HOLD IT!”

Ah, yes. Not pretty.

Look at that woman. She's clearly unwell.

I’m just betting on the notion that a young adult without any major parental conflicts to complain about will be mocked and derided by his or her peers. :p

Are you all ready for a new ride?

My friends currently enjoying first steps and potty training may not believe it, but somewhere along (relatively speaking) next Tuesday you’ll be going on college visits.

With my eldest son, we did 17 visits. 😀

He didn’t go to any of those places… and it wasn’t because they were badly selected. After (and partly because of) the process (and getting offered money in serious ways, she adds proudly) he decided to pursue his dreams as a ballet dancer.

Cautious Mama enrolled him in community college while training, he got 60 solid gold credits (almost 4.00), danced with a contract. Then the company ran out of money, as they so often do, and now he’s dancing locally, while enrolled at the University of Delaware.

GO BLUE HENS!

I still remember those visits fondly… as a wonderful time to spend with my son, as interesting (and sometimes hilarious) road trips, and as a great way to learn things that have been valuable in our homeschooling. I highly recommend the process.

So, here we go again, with #2. Are you ready?

Homeschooling

Like most aspects of parenting, homeschooling has had almost nothing in common with my expectations of it, and intermittently drives me crazy.

And then there are times like this.

My 8 year old daughter, finishing re-reading “The Hobbit”, preparatory to reading “Lord Of The Rings.”

Concern
sadness
grief

I’ve always loved sharing books and ideas with people. I feel so blessed to be part of this.