Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Again!?

 What's with stuff flying over us lately? A paraglider puttered by maybe 50 feet up in the air? 


They circled over the field and had all the boys in a tiff! 


Carrie and Shane were on the porch and banged for me to come outside. I didn't have my phone or I'd have more clear pictures! 

The ultralight or whatever it was circled past the neighbors house and doubled back up the street to the west. We kept spotting it through the trees.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Turning Back Time

I haven't had hair this long since I was in high school....as a student. 


I actually have to comb it after a shower and it gets in my eyes.

Yet, Carrie says for the experiment to go on. Which one of us will hit our limit first?

Monday, September 28, 2020

Social Sunday

Henry's been unavailable, but after Shane and Hazel hit it off last week I texted the book group. "How about round 2?"

They were game! This time Shane and I drove into town. We met at the brewery.


Shane and Hazel hit the Roblox fast. Hazel had asked if they could play together, so I packed my laptop without telling Shane.....and never got it out. They were so engrossed and commentating on what was going on I didn't volunteer anything! 


Mark, Scott, and I sat downstairs, talked, and played The Crew while the kids enjoyed having another kid around. They were in the staff break room and we took turns peeking in on them. Eventually, I brought in snacks for a self-care and electronics break!


Hazel was happy to lead Shane on a tour. "My dad crawls into these!"


The brewery leases space in an office park that used to be a large factory. We walked the back halls and Hazel hit some buttons in the loading dock to show Shane how the shutters worked. He got to close them and then we all jumped on a scale to see how many hundreds of pounds we weighed together.


We picked up Scott when we got back. Mark built an arcade console powered by a Raspberry Pi. It had hundreds of old arcade and SNES games. 


Which led to some old fighting games. Mark and Scott are pros. I'd like to think I was a good sport about being beatdown.


The kids ended up playing a little, too.


Hazel's learned a little bit of smack talk from her dad! Shane really wanted to commentate, but he had to be pulled back sometimes from trying to point at the screen and block the players' views!


We spent about 3 hours out. It was a fantastic time. I'd been worried Shane wouldn't have any social outlet for the weekend and I ended up getting to see my friends, too.

And then Landie showed up Sunday night, too! Shane and I were working on school work when I got put on babysitting detail.


Shane was supposed to finish his assignment, but the TV was on.


It didn't matter that Landie was watching PJ Masks. The TV's siren call summoned Shane closer and closer.


Nevermind that the preschooler who the show was intended for couldn't stand still and wanted to run and jump off couches!


Shane was so mesmerized he didn't want to play "the penguin game" with Landie, so I played some. 


The kids both bounced around whenever I paused the show, but I left it on after a while. I was tired! 

I'd do it all again next weekend, but we've already got big plans: Shane's going to see Nana and Pop! He's talked about it incessantly since he heard, so you know he's looking forward to it, too!

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Weekends are for Catching Up

We're not all fat and Happy, but we're happy for the weekend. It's a great time to catch up on EVERYTHING.


I rarely get to see Shane's virtual school, but I know he attends. We've got a system that works out and he even remembers without being told most of the time.


I assumed he was doing great since he was always in class. 

So I was surprised when I checked his account for the first time in forever. He had 23 missing assignments!


We spent the whole weekend catching up. Shane knocked off 19 assignments by Monday morning. I'd make him finish two or three and then turn him loose for an hour. Then I'd call him back and we'd chip away. There were some he could do in mere minutes while others were like trying to pull teeth from a wild animal (mostly writing assignments!).

Early on, Shane was whining about a math assignment, because "all of the clicking was too much work."

"How about I show you a better way to do it?" I said.

"You're not listening, Dad," Shane said.

"Oh, I hear you. How about I show you a better way?"

It only escalated. Shane wanted to whine and I didn't want to hear it. I was in teacher mode and kept stating we'd get it done in a calm voice while Shane kept raising his.

"No! YOU'RE NOT LISTENING, DAD!"

Once he started yelling at me I raised my voice right back. "NO. I HEAR you. YOU aren't hearing ME."

And then I showed my trick and Shane was silent. I'd like to think he realized both how much easier the trick made his life and that he'd put his foot in his mouth.

The worksheet had a bunch of blanks for numbers. He didn't want to click and put a text book in every single blank. My solution was to just make a big text box, type on top, and hit enter move down a line each time. 

He'd have made 24 text boxes, but my solution used 6.

And then I showed him how to copy-paste.


The math assignments all went very quickly.

My grading did not. I spent over 7 hours catching up on everything. The server crashed Saturday night, so I was forced to work more on Sunday than I wanted.

It felt good knocking out all the work. I even liked some of Shane's assignments as talking points.

Looking into the future - Carrie saw what we did and worked with Shane during the school week once she knew the assignments were there. She found he'd skipped some essential assignments, too, and had him fully caught up in everything by Wednesday.

School wasn't the only thing we worked on. We finally got our bi-monthly dump trip in Saturday afternoon.

I had been trying to get us to go for a month. I dream of the day we can fit all of the trash in the truck bed without the trailer and do light runs.


Instead, we dropped off 640 lbs of assorted trash and lots and lots and lots of cat poop. 

We recycled cardboard, too. The highlight for Shane was the cardboard compactor.


Not that it was easy to see anything!


We were already out so we swung by Costco to take care of groceries. 

When we got home I started working on dishes and laundry before Carrie and I did Saturday night barn cleaning to get things ready for the boarders on Sunday.

Next weekend should be a lot easier. There won't be trash, groceries, or Shane-work! It felt good to gain ground.

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Running Joke Becomes Merchandise?

Carrie and I play a series of three hands of rummy most days. We've played so often that we've seen some highly unlikely probabilities play out.

It's become something of a running joke that the deck does crazy things.

"I hate when the deck predicts the future," is my code when I discard a card and the immediately draw something it would've linked with the next turn.....so I can't discard it and the card it would've worked with is already down!

"The deck hates me" and "The deck giveth and the deck taketh" are all parts of the vernacular. 

Once, I lost a game against Shane where he flashed his whole hand. I had perfect information and figured I'd teach him a quick lesson. But then I watched as he drew the exact card he needed each and every turn. My lesson became a rapid defeat!

At some point, I coined a phrase. Carrie laughed and she designed a shirt.


I wouldn't be surprised if she's already designing a whole line.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Post ideas...

I am constantly thinking of posts in my head. "This could make a fun story!" or "I feel this way about this. It's short and clear"

Two things tend to happen: I either never write the post or I start to write but 'short' and 'clear' are nowhere to be found!

Yesterday's post fell into the latter. "It's important to allow kids to makes choices. Because....and because this...and that....this, too....can't forget about.....oh boy."

I've got a good example of the former, too.

A few nights ago, Shane had Loki barking wild and Carrie had enough. 

"Each time he barks I'm sending you to bed a minute early!" she said.

Shane slumped on the couch. He wasn't happy about it, but he took the hint. 

Things calmed down.

Later I plopped down on top of Shane. It wasn't fast. It wasn't loud. It wasn't intended to make the dog bark, but Loki came running across the room broadcasting he wanted to join in.

"Uh oh! 1-2-3....I wonder how early I can get you to go to bed!" I said.

"What!?" Shane yelled. "You can't do that!"

"..7-8..He's looking pretty pumped! 12!" I laughed.

Shane looked me right in the eye. He looked unsure if he should laugh or protest.

Carrie looked up, too.

"What are you all doing!?"

"Nothing! I'm just laying here and smooshing Shane into the couch. He's not doing anything!"

Loki continued to bark.

And then Carrie took up the count.

"20...21...22..."

But she was smiling.

By the end of it, Shane could have been sent to bed an hour early! We all had a laugh, Loki got out some energy, and the TV went on to wind down afterward.

And I feel like I could've told that story so much faster in person. But as is, it at least avoided being never written!

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Parenting: The Power of Choice

I'm a big believer in giving kids the chance to make a choice. 

Kids need to practice making choices before they're adults and making choices anyway. Our choices help define who we are and who we are going to become, so why not gain some experience early on?

Choices give kids a sense of agency, a chance to learn responsibility, and uncover more of their identity.

Wow, Mike. That was a pretty heavy way to start a blog post. Were you trying to write a research paper?

No, but it's something I think about. It's something that I factor in to how I teach, too, so I felt like it. 

And though, I started heavy a kid's first choices shouldn't be. They could choose the color of the cup they want to use, or which toys they want to take outside. 

Being allowed to choose lets kids practice some control over their lives. If done well, it can give them experience in being decisive when the stakes are low. 

The caregiver's responsibility is to give appropriate choices and then follow through with what the child chooses. In this, bad choices and good choices are both okay. The child should experience the results of their choice and be given time and help to reflect on it. When they're old enough, the kid should be coached to think about any costs a choice may have up front.

And it's okay to make the same bad choice multiple times. Sometimes we don't learn things the first time around. As long as the results are not worst-case, deadly, or a pattern the child can't break free of without help then children should experience the consequences both good and bad from what they choose. 

Most people naturally prefer positive consequences and will aim towards those. What they find positive can reveal something of the identity of who they are and who they are becoming.

The choices we make time and time again build a part of our identity. It can be something as simple as a matter of preference: like cheering for the same team repeatedly or choosing a favorite color. But the repeated choices to do something like being grateful or showing respect build character and the hard choices that have a cost reveal things at a person's core (both to themselves and others).

And it's never too late to start making different choices if someone discovers they're on the wrong path. 

It can be scary to think about giving a kid choices, because it takes away control from the parent and gives it to the child.

But that's the goal. The power to makes choices should be turned over to the child at the right rate for them as they grow into an adult capable of making the right decisions at the right time. 

The parent will lose the power to control choices naturally as they child grows anyway. It's better to cede it naturally in a scaffolded way that builds good character in the child than it is to fight a losing battle that could damage the relationship or child. Or worse, the parent could win the battle.

It's an extra special moment for a parent when a child chooses something they love without being forced.

Which is why I think God offers us choices, too. Love is not in coercion. It is in giving. In giving the choice and sometimes even in paying the cost of that choice for them.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Letting Loose

My time has been consumed. I've only touched the bow twice in three weeks!

My skill level hasn't dropped from short range, at least. 


I've done a lot of farting around since my last post. I've tried facing away from the target, twisting, and releasing. I've tried holding a second arrow in my brace hand and my draw hand. I started picking up arrows and shooting them back at the target as I collected them, but one arrow got stuck in the chair back and broke (which stopped that)!

Lots of silly little things without any real method. 

But there were some things I was more methodical about. 

I put a second knot in the string to bring my brace height to ~9". The string stopped hitting my wrist when I first bumped the brace height out to ~7" but it'd still glance the bracer from time to time.


It dropped the draw strength of the bow several lbs and I think I preferred how it shot from 7". I could try to restring the bow and aim for 7.5-8" of brace height, but I figured I'd shoot for a while to see if my opinion changed.

I think the next goal I want to tackle is to increase the distance I shoot from. I tend to hit with about 33% accuracy when I stand at the fence closest to the house (~73ft/22m give or take).


I shoot volleys of 15 arrows and usually hit with about 5. The best rate I've hit with is 8 out of 15. 

Frequently, I come close and hit the chair. The arrows usually bounce back, but one time the chair lost.


The arrowhead came off when I yanked it out of the broken plastic. I didn't risk reattaching it either. I learned my lesson when first reattached arrowhead vanished to places unknown. 


Unfortunately, the distance shows the wear on my equipment. Arrows with damaged feathers/vanes fly erratically. I've had to retire the aluminum arrows for anything other than close range. Two of the arrows are blunt, but I don't know if that really affects their flight.

I read about clout archery where archers try to shoot arrows from further away to land near a target. I gave it a try and learned a few things.

First, arrows can go really far when you aim up! I overshot one up near the house. When I collected it, I went ahead and shot a fully volley of arrows all the way back to the arena. I had some success, but there were plenty that overshot by quite a bit!


Second, I learned not to direct fire anything into the grass. I shot an arrow up and tried to aim where it landed.

I wasn't far off, but it took me longer to find the blasted thing than I spent loosing that day! I didn't want to leave an arrow in the yard and grabbed the magnet from the barn.

Do you see the arrow in the picture?


Surely you see it! It's not like they're camouflaged. The feathers are a different color from the grass, too!


Yeah, that's what I told myself, but that sucker was pro-level at hide and seek. I started walking around barefoot in the hopes I'd step on it if the magnet didn't find it.

I got lucky and finally spotted it with my eyes. It somehow submarined through the grass and would've stayed there for all eternity (or until a hoof calamity) if I hadn't retrieved it.


Lesson learned loud and clear.

I need to buy more arrows at some point, but my latest purchase was a $10 glove specifically for archery.

I should have bought a larger size. It feels...odd.


Honestly, it feels like a mankini version of a real glove. 

Even if it fit well I might still feel that way.

I haven't used it much yet. I need to get out and loose some more arrows! Archery has been my warm-up to exercising, so when I stopped shooting I stopped working out. 

I'm hoping to get back to it....eventually. When I do, I'll set a goal and try to track my progress.

Monday, September 21, 2020

School Night Sleepover

Shane and I went to Grandma and Grandpa's to start the week! If virtual school can be done anywhere, why not travel?

Plus, they have great wifi.

We got a chance to see Bucket when we arrived. I think she spent the rest of our visit sleeping!


We arrived late Sunday and spent the night. One of the biggest differences at Grandma and Grandpa's is they like to leave the TV on for background noise. Fox news was discussing the weather.


Flashing lights? Noise? Storms? 

Hypnotized.


I turned the TV off after a little bit and Shane came to.

Shane let slip he hadn't finished some multiplication flash cards, so I helped get him started.


Grandma saw that he finished while I went upstairs to do my own work. 


Shane attended his classes from the floor of the kitchen. 


I disappeared upstairs in his bedroom. The LEGO rocket Grandpa and Shane made was way bigger than I'd thought! I showed it to all of my classes!


Grandpa and Grandma also did their work. "We had four offices running at once!" Grandma said.

My classes went well (save for one kid saying a bad word). I told the kids we'd driven to the in-laws to try and get some better internet! And I used it, too. I uploaded the first two weeks of class recordings to the server. That was gigs of data we couldn't spare at our house! 

Shane's class went well enough from what I saw....which was admittedly not much (5-10 minutes). His new teacher, Mrs. Taylor, was shadowing Mr. Bahn. She's supposed to take take the reigns Tuesday and fly solo from Wednesday on. 

Grandma was happy with Shane, but vocal about "We need to send everybody back!" I know our school district is getting ready to vote on sending back kids in PK-3rd grade for the next quarter (Nov-Jan). If they do (and it goes well), they could vote to have kids back in high schools part time by the end of January. 

Meanwhile, Grandpa pulled a frozen pizza from the fridge and they sent us on our way full. Shane and I left around 6:40 PM and got back home well after dark. 

It'd be an easier trip if not for barn care. If the whole family went I'd be willing to stay for days, but who will take care of the horses? Carrie stayed behind, so we only stayed for the day. She tends to get stressed more easily when I'm not home (and she likes to snuggle up with Shane for TV time too when he's not bouncing, hyper wild and making the dog bark like mad!). 

Anyway, it was a successful experiment. We'll try it again with Grandma and Grandpa and I plan to ship Shane off to SC at some point, too!

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Perspective Shift

While I've never been really interested in photography, I have always been interested in goofing off. Especially in new and creative ways.

And I'd like to pass some of that on to my son.

Landie visited Saturday night and broke Shane's heart. Her mom gave her a phone to keep her calm while she treated Magic's foot right before Shane ran out to the barn. "Let's play!" Shane said, but all Landie wanted to do was watch her toons.

Shane ended up back in the house doing the mope walk. He dragged his feet, frowned, moaned, and broadcast his misery so that the blind, deaf, or even dead would notice.

"Want to play with some perspective photos?" I asked.

"What's that?" Shane asked.

So I showed him. I had some old pictures 'lying around.'


These pictures of Travis and I fooling around at Cooley's are prior to any of us owning smartphones!


And I had some fun at work 13 years ago with a digital camera there. See my buddy, Mike? I loved that kid.


It wasn't a unit, but we did an activity once.


Fernando was more stoic (another great kid).


Shane was game!


He had a harder time when I gave him the camera. I posed for what felt like 5 minutes and he only took one picture! 


I guess he's a perfectionist. My strategy is to start taking a bunch and see what the best of the lot are


Which was necessary, because Shane had trouble standing still! 


He was constantly readjusting.


It kept us busy for 15 minutes and took his mind off Landie's "rejection."


If Shane remembers we did it we an always look up some tips and tricks and try to get a little fancier.