Donate a garden to a local school!
http://www.woollypocket.com/schools/learn_more.php
Unfortunately, there's not a single school in the state of WV signed up for this. However, there's always hope.
It also looks like I might've found my sissy a birthday gift made from recycled plastic bottles and reclaimed buttery leather: http://www.woollypocket.com/blog/2010/04/17/designer-collab-vagabond-coming-this-summer/
Veering off topic for a bit, I'm a bit impatient for C-ber-Jaye to get past her first tri-mester. I want to give! I want to bury my sissy in so much fun baby stuff that she doesn't know what to do with herself!! I'm also keen to learn the baby's gender, but that has more to do with whether our girls' clothes go to her or elsewhere.
Mentally cataloguing our home, I have
- a nifty Baby Trend Expedition Jogging stroller travel system,
- some Glenna Jean crib bedding (diaper stacker, bumper pad, crib sheet and comforter) that I'll expect her to hang onto until one of our offspring has children,
- baby blankets galore
- infant toys like Neurosmith's Sunshine Symphony, Music Blocks, Jumbo Music Block (fun for crawlers and toddlers both,) and Little Linguist.
- jackets and an infant snowsuit
- breastpump and attendant bottles
- books (of course) about the development of the fetal and infant brain
- and the ubiquitous clothing--dresses and shoes of various sizes.
This is one over-eager auntie. The girls need to meet and spoil their little cousin!
Another abrupt subject change -- listening to Ira Glass on This American Life today, I heard act I of "The Enemy Within". Jesse has been downloading and copying to disc since we don't get a chance to listen much at home. The disc is sitting in the car, awaiting my drive home to further enlighten me. In the meantime, I'm left mulling over a catholic priest who looked forward to a secluded life in a cloister, devoted to prayer and enjoying teaching, who became a "fixer", cleaning up scandal after scandal, until he eventually burned out and left the order. He is now helping a lawyer understand canon law to pursue sexual abuse cases against catholic priests and, after working on over 1000 of these, has become profoundly disillusioned with the Catholic Church. I have to wonder how many others there are out there familiar with canon law and willing to work, not to protect the entity known as the Church, but to protect its followers, the faithful--the flock who can no longer accept sacrament because their abusers are the ones administering it ... mouthing and acting lies in the name of the holy.
Yet again, it seems the most simple and basic lessons are overlooked or forgotten. An institution draws its power from common, ordinary people. By dismissing the very base from which power is derived, the institution is killing itself. Power corrupts -- yet despite having daily, hourly examples of this flashed in our faces, people still don't catch on to this lesson.
Done with my rambling for now. I'm going to go back to daydreaming about winning the lotto, buying the family farm to ensure Mommy a comfortable retirement, Caryn a permanent home, my girls a fun, safe, tree-filled place, Jesse a library and quietude and me a fabulous chance at gardening. So the lotto isn't that reliable -- so what? Unfortunately, neither are the little investments we've managed to make thus far. Leave me to my daydreams and quit criticizing (grins.)
Unfortunately, there's not a single school in the state of WV signed up for this. However, there's always hope.
It also looks like I might've found my sissy a birthday gift made from recycled plastic bottles and reclaimed buttery leather: http://www.woollypocket.com/blog/2010/04/17/designer-collab-vagabond-coming-this-summer/
Veering off topic for a bit, I'm a bit impatient for C-ber-Jaye to get past her first tri-mester. I want to give! I want to bury my sissy in so much fun baby stuff that she doesn't know what to do with herself!! I'm also keen to learn the baby's gender, but that has more to do with whether our girls' clothes go to her or elsewhere.
Mentally cataloguing our home, I have
- a nifty Baby Trend Expedition Jogging stroller travel system,
- some Glenna Jean crib bedding (diaper stacker, bumper pad, crib sheet and comforter) that I'll expect her to hang onto until one of our offspring has children,
- baby blankets galore
- infant toys like Neurosmith's Sunshine Symphony, Music Blocks, Jumbo Music Block (fun for crawlers and toddlers both,) and Little Linguist.
- jackets and an infant snowsuit
- breastpump and attendant bottles
- books (of course) about the development of the fetal and infant brain
- and the ubiquitous clothing--dresses and shoes of various sizes.
This is one over-eager auntie. The girls need to meet and spoil their little cousin!
Another abrupt subject change -- listening to Ira Glass on This American Life today, I heard act I of "The Enemy Within". Jesse has been downloading and copying to disc since we don't get a chance to listen much at home. The disc is sitting in the car, awaiting my drive home to further enlighten me. In the meantime, I'm left mulling over a catholic priest who looked forward to a secluded life in a cloister, devoted to prayer and enjoying teaching, who became a "fixer", cleaning up scandal after scandal, until he eventually burned out and left the order. He is now helping a lawyer understand canon law to pursue sexual abuse cases against catholic priests and, after working on over 1000 of these, has become profoundly disillusioned with the Catholic Church. I have to wonder how many others there are out there familiar with canon law and willing to work, not to protect the entity known as the Church, but to protect its followers, the faithful--the flock who can no longer accept sacrament because their abusers are the ones administering it ... mouthing and acting lies in the name of the holy.
Yet again, it seems the most simple and basic lessons are overlooked or forgotten. An institution draws its power from common, ordinary people. By dismissing the very base from which power is derived, the institution is killing itself. Power corrupts -- yet despite having daily, hourly examples of this flashed in our faces, people still don't catch on to this lesson.
Done with my rambling for now. I'm going to go back to daydreaming about winning the lotto, buying the family farm to ensure Mommy a comfortable retirement, Caryn a permanent home, my girls a fun, safe, tree-filled place, Jesse a library and quietude and me a fabulous chance at gardening. So the lotto isn't that reliable -- so what? Unfortunately, neither are the little investments we've managed to make thus far. Leave me to my daydreams and quit criticizing (grins.)
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