Aren’t We All?

Poirot once said,

I am as the good God made me.

from Cards on the Table

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Peepa Pa!

Dear Marshall,

You are developing so fast now. Every day you learn a new word or do some other interesting thing, or we have so much fun together that I actually stop and think how wonderful it is to spend time with you. I want to document it all. Right now, I have so many things to say and no mental energy with which to shape it, so I’m just going to tell you all the stories, random though they may seem, and worry about form some other time.

We bought you a new twin-size bed. You seem to like it, though we haven’t put you to sleep in it yet (we’re still not prepared to let your roam free in your room all night). But your father and I love it because it provides us with a nice place to lie down for a few minutes while you’re playing in your room. A few days ago, both your father and I were relaxing in the bed and you jumped in, and I yelled, “People pile!” You enjoyed being part of a people pile so much, you kept climbing in and out of bed, saying, “Peepa pa!” And you’ve said it every day since!

The Sunday before last was Mother’s Day and we brought you kids over to your grandparents’ house so that we could give your vovó her present. We were just about to leave when you ran up to your vovô and gave him a kiss. It was so sweet and unexpected. You really made his day. I am still amazed at how naturally affectionate you are while also being a typical boy (i.e., constantly moving, barely staying still long enough to hug).

With all the ticks around here, I’m not comfortable taking you out in the yard right now, even though your dad mowed (thank you!). So one day, because I knew you really needed some exercise and fresh air, I brought you to the state park around the corner. There’s a brook there, so your father and I sold you on the trip by calling it “The Other Water.” The park is mostly sunny and mowed and (I hope) tick-free if you stay out of the woods. Many people walk their dogs there. The first time you spotted a dog, you said, “Eon!” I explained that lions were much bigger and that what you were looking at was actually a dog. You understood immediately and switched to “Puppy!” You got to see many puppies and we had a great time together. We even talked to some other people, which I’m sure was good for both of us.

Recently you’ve started using some new Martian words, including…

Paypoo = paper
Abba = pretzel
Boop = book
Ory = orange
Nana = banana
Gan = again

I think, though, that your favorite new word is “no,” which you pronounce the Portuguese way (sounds like “now”). You like this new word so much that you use it to answer every question, even this one: “Marshall, do you want a cookie?” We know you don’t really mean it, though, so we still give you cookies. You also use the word as part of the phrase “neet now,” which translates roughly as “Hey, look at me! I’m doing something that I shouldn’t!”

BTW, I finally figured out something about Martian—it’s related to French. I’m surprised I didn’t notice this sooner. Many of the things you say are preceded by “le.” For example, you call me “le Mommy” and a book “le boop.”

You’ve always been a climber. First it was the dining-room table and chairs. We had to move all of the chairs into the kitchen. We had to take away your little table and chair set, too. And your riding toy, because you used it to climb onto other things. We had to buy that twin bed for you (and we need to switch you to it soon) because you’ve learned how to climb out of your crib. And we also had to move the couch, because you were using it to get onto the knee wall. We had no choice. It was upsetting to walk into the living room and find you running around several feet above the ground!

It seems like everything we do is for you, Sweets, but you reward us richly for it every day.

Love,

Mom

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Justification

I used to keep a copy of every book I had read. If it was a borrowed book, I would keep the title in mind and try to acquire a used copy later. This habit of mine eventually led to a serious book clutter problem, hence the Great Library Purge (GLP).

Now, I write about each finished book as a reminder of how I felt about it. This activity helps me part with (or never buy) the mediocre-to-bad books, and provides a justification for my ownership of the good ones. Writing these “reviews” is part of my GLP process, an important part of how I maintain my library at a manageable size. Someday, when we build bookcases downstairs, I can let my collection expand, but for now I must keep it under control. That’s why, even though my husband thinks it’s a waste of time, I have to write about every book I read. I try to write my opinions fast and keep them short, though, so that I don’t spend too much of my limited time resources on them.

Now let me get to the point: my opinions about two of the books I read earlier this year.

Cards on the Table by Agatha Christie
Grade: B+

The devilish (and aptly named) Mr. Shaitana thinks he knows everyone’s secrets. In his vanity, he plays a deadly game: invite four experts on crime and four murderers (all of whom got away with their crimes) to a party together and see what happens. He or she who has murdered before is likely to do so again, so a dead body is almost a guarantee. But Hercule Poirot, with the aid of the other three crime experts, will make sure the murderer is caught this time.

I particularly liked the character of Ariadne Oliver (who, as I recall was also in Hallowe’en Party). She is a writer of mysteries, and a hysterical one at that. On the downside, one problem that I had while reading this book is that I have absolutely no understanding of bridge (the card game). Someday I must learn to play it! Also, I found the ending (multi-layered to keep the reader guessing) a little forced, but overall I think Cards on the Table is an enjoyable read.

Poirot Investigates by Agatha Christie
Grade: B+

This is a collection of short stories. The best is perhaps “The Chocolate Box,” because it is the story of Poirot’s one failure (at least the only one he admits to). In the introduction, Hastings asks Poirot if he had ever made a mistake.

“You ask if I have ever made the complete prize ass of myself, as you say over here? Once, my friend—” A slow, reflective smile hovered over his face. “Yes, once I made a fool of myself.”

Of course, his investigations eventually lead him to the correct answer, but he had to be told who committed the murder. How that must have galled him! I love it! Poirot Investigates is probably worth reading just for this little gem.

 

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There’s No Such Thing as a Stupid Question (Really!)

Eleanor Roosevelt was an interesting person. I hope that I find the time to study her life and works someday. Perhaps she could be the subject of a new reading marathon? I’ll certainly keep it in mind.

The reason I’m thinking about her is that I just read a lovely book that she wrote called You Learn by Living. Sadly, I don’t know much about her, but in this book she came across as extremely able, honest, intelligent, and dare I say it, wise. My thanks to my father who lent me the book eons ago. I will finally be returning it to him, but I might have to first add it to my list of books to buy. I think if I were a teacher, I would add this to my must-read list for teenagers.

She wrote many things that struck a chord with me. I will try to share more of them later, but for now, my favorite passage:

There is a wonderful word, why?, that children use. All children. When they stop using it, the reason, too often, is that no one bothered to answer them, no one tried to keep alive one of the most important attributes a person can have: interest in the world around him. No one fostered and cultivated the child’s innate sense of the adventure of life.

One of the things I believe most intensely is that every child’s why should be answered with care—and with respect. If you do not know the answer, and you often will not, then take the child with you to a source and find the answer. This may be a dictionary or encyclopedia which he is too young to use himself, but he will have had a sense of participation in finding the answer.

But if you brush aside the eager question, the only way the young child has of learning to understand his world, and say, “I don’t know. . . . Don’t bother me; can’t you see I am busy?” or, worse still, “What a silly question!” something bad will happen in time. If the child’s curiosity is not fed, if his questions are not answered, he will stop asking questions. And then, by the time he is in his middle twenties, he will stop wondering about all the mysteries of his world. His curiosity will be dead.

For curiosity, interest, and a longing to know more and more types of experience are the qualities that stimulate a desire to know about life and to understand it. They provide the zest that makes it possible to meet any situation as an adventure. Without that spirit of adventure, life can be a dull business. With it, there is no situation, however limiting, physically or economically, which cannot be filled to the brim with interest. Indeed, without interest, it is almost impossible to continue to learn; certainly, it is impossible to continue to grow.

I hope that I can remember this in the coming years. Life with children is always hectic. That’s not an excuse to short-change them, though. Let me always have the patience to answer their questions!

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A Doing Day

Yesterday was a Doing Day. In other words, I spent most of it getting things done. It felt so good to be active, and particularly good to get things off my desk. That feeling of “things hanging over my head” is gone, at least for the moment. Whew! I hope I can carry it forward through the week and get the rest of my pending tasks done!

We also spent some time on fun things. Two of our neighbors’ houses are for sale, so we snuck over to the open houses to take a peek at each. One of them was built around the same time as ours and by the same contractor. We weren’t at all surprised to find it lacking in “the details.” It had outdated bathrooms, bad moldings, horrible wood paneling, poorly hung doors, bad flooring, and a total lack of landscaping.

The twin staircases in the entry (one on each side) should have been interesting architectural features, but the overall affect was of a big, ugly, uninviting square. And worse yet, they were narrow and had narrow treads, which made getting up and down them difficult, especially since I was carrying the baby in her car seat. I wouldn’t want to try running up and down those stairs on a daily basis.

The high ceiling in the foyer should also have been a selling feature, but the builder had chosen a weird dripping plaster effect. From the floor it looked as though the ceiling were peeling. From the second floor, it looked almost like accumulated ice.

The house also smelled like ours used to: a truly unpleasant mix of moisture, dog, and air fresheners. Yuck!

The only thing the house had going for it was its size—nearly 4,000 square feet. All but one of the bedrooms made my office (the biggest bedroom in our house) look tiny. But, having lived here through some long, cold winters, I know how much it would cost to heat that place. Yikes!

All in all, it was exactly what we had expected based on the experiences we have had with our house. But we have fixed many of the flaws in this house, most importantly the bad smell and the awkward entryway. Our house is prettier, cozier, and much less stinky, so there’s no chance of us moving over there! I suspect they’re having trouble selling it, because though it hasn’t been on the market long, it looks like they already reduced the price by $50,000.

On a side note, I saw the saddest thing in one of the bedrooms: box after unopened box of Barbies. I couldn’t help but comment on it. Barbies are for playing, not for keeping in boxes! I told the Realtor that I had pierced my Barbie’s ears with sewing pins. She said hers had gotten hard use, too. Ah, the good old days, when kids were encouraged to play!

The other neighbor, who owns the property directly behind ours, is also selling his house. My husband is bummed because he has a good relationship with that neighbor. The guy even took down a few trees on his property because they were ruining our view. Though personally I don’t care for the way he uses the woods (he’s one of those ATV riders), I am grateful for what he did for us. I hope the new neighbors will be as nice. Fingers crossed.

I was really impressed with his house. He and his wife did a great job with it. The office was gorgeous. The bathrooms were all bright, clean, modern, and comfortable. The back yard was beautifully landscaped, giving my husband and me some idea of how ours could look if we do it right (their back yard is not much bigger than ours). The first floor had not only a man cave (complete with bar, big TV, and pool table), but also a fantastic all-season screened-in porch. The house was smaller than I expected (only 3 bedrooms, one of which had been turned into an office), but unlike the gigantic house across the street, it had “the details.”

Though I thought each house had some advantages over ours, seeing them made me feel better about living here. The first house reminded me of how far we’ve come with fixing this one up. My husband has done a lot of work, and even in its half-completed state, it’s still much better than that place! The second house showed me a glimpse of what our house could be like in a few years, but done to our tastes, not theirs.

We also went to a farmers’ market and to BJ’s for some necessities. When we returned, I paid some bills, balanced my checkbook, cleaned, prepped my brother’s Christmas present for shipping (finally!), and wrote some blog posts for later this week.

I really enjoyed my Doing Day! I hope you had a good day, too.

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Often, If Not Always

There have been many Ponzi schemes and insider trading scandals in the last few years. One former hedge fund manager, Raj Rajaratnam, was convicted this week of fourteen counts of securities fraud and conspiracy. The guy had so much money (known to be over a billion dollars at one point) that he might still be wealthy even after all of his fines and legal fees are paid.

Poirot said,

There are criminals in high places sometimes.

from “The Million Dollar Bond Robbery”

I would agree with him except for the word “sometimes.” I think it should be “often,” if not “always.”

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SITY: Memories of Violets

I recently wrote about ticks and how much they were ticking me off. If you read my comment on the post, you’ll see that just a quick walk in the yard garnered me another tick crawling on my leg. Yuck! I haven’t been out in the yard since, sad though that is.

Because I haven’t been out, I haven’t been photographing and enjoying my violets. Of course, most of them are dead now, thanks to the lawn mower. Under other circumstances, I might have asked my husband to hold off, but mowing is one of the ways to keep the ticks out of your yard. It had to be done.

I miss my violets. Let’s try to remember how beautiful they were. To help us, here are some photos I took a few weeks ago.

"Can we talk?"

"Two violets walk into a bar..."

"You make me happy when skies are grey..."

"Good things come in small packages."

"Dance with me."

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Yalpdrow

Ounce, Dice, Trice by Alastair Reid
Grade: B

Amazon has been trying to sell me this book for a while, but I’ve been burned too many times by their recommendations, so I ordered it from the library instead. Good thing I did. It’s a fun book, but not one I want to own, because it’s just lists of words. I read word lists all day long. They don’t mean much. Even interesting lists become boring if you read too many at one time, and the more there are, the less likely they are to stay with you.

The kinds of lists in this book include palindromes, drows (words spelled backward), light words (e.g., Ariel, willow), heavy words (e.g, duffle, blunderbuss), made-up words with silly definitions (e.g., “kinklunk,” a car going over a manhole cover). So if you’re interested in wordplay and made-up words, then you might enjoy browsing this book on a rainy afternoon. Parents of children old enough to appreciate wordplay might enjoy turning the book into a game by building similar lists with their children. My children are too young for that right now, but I’ll keep the idea in mind for when they’re older.

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Another Beautiful “Once Upon a Time”

Many Moons by James Thurber
Grade: A+

James Thurber wrote The 13 Clocks, one of my favorite books of all time. I haven’t been as impressed with some of his other books, though. Amazon had been trying to sell me Many Moons for many moons, but I didn’t dare read it lest I be disappointed. Then one day, while requesting some other books from the library, I decided to request Many Moons, too. I’m so glad I did.

The book begins, “ONCE UPON A TIME, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a little Princess named Lenore. She was ten years old, going on eleven. One day Lenore fell ill of a surfeit of raspberry tarts and took to her bed.” The king wanted her to get well and he asked if there was anything she wanted. She replied, “I want the moon. If I can have the moon, I will be well again.” That’s not asking for much! But he was the king, and kings can accomplish a lot, so he called upon his wisest counselors to help him acquire the moon for the Princess.

The story of Many Moons is beautiful, but what about the illustrations? Be warned that there are two editions: one with the original illustrations by Louis Slobodkin and one with new illustrations by Marc Simont. Which one you should choose depends on a few things. First, if you’ve read the book before, then you’ll probably prefer the illustrations you remember. To prefer that which we have liked before is human nature. If you’re a purist and would like to see the book as Thurber intended, then choose the original illustrations. However, if you haven’t read it before and you’re not necessarily a purist, then it comes down to which type of art you prefer. Do you like squiggly, modern art with pictures that suggest without completely filling out the image? If so, go for Slobodkin. But if you like traditional images that are easy on the eye, go for Simont. Personally, I like the Simont illustrations better, but of course, that was the edition I read first.

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Doing Away With Diapers (I Wish)

The Diaper Free Baby by Christine Gross-Loh
Grade: C+

When I was expecting my first child, I had this notion that I was going to use cloth diapers for my son. Well, that was a great idea, except that the “hot” water going into our washing machine barely qualified as warm, and we can’t use bleach because it reacts with the metals in our well water (not to mention that it’s bad for the septic system). How do you get soiled diapers clean without hot water or bleach? I don’t think you can.

My next thought was that we’d get a diaper service. That was also a great idea, except that there’s not a single diaper service in the whole state of Rhode Island. Apparently, everyone here uses disposable diapers now. Everyone. Good for them, bad for the planet. Oh, well.

The lack of hot water for the wash was a serious problem, though. We couldn’t even get our towels clean without it, so we bought a special water heater. To use the heater, we had to upgrade our electrical service, and that was expensive. So it was a good thing that we were going to use cloth diapers for our second child, and thereby save some money, right? Except that we’d gotten used to the disposables. It was painful just to contemplate switching to cloth. We already had enough laundry to do without adding piles of reeking diapers. Even if I could have guilted myself into it, I knew there was no way I’d convince my husband. Sorry, planet.

But then one day it hit me: what do they do in Asia? I mean, they can’t afford disposables, and they don’t have the water resources to handle all the laundering. So what do they do? I looked it up on the Internet and it turns out that they toilet train their babies. They literally teach their kids to pee and poop on command. Supposedly everyone on earth used to train their kids that way, but we in the West have lost the technique.

“Awesome,” I thought to myself. “I want to do that! Imagine if I could get both kids toilet trained right now! Fantastic!”

And that is the story of why I borrowed The Diaper Free Baby from the library. It was supposed to solve my problem by giving me an environmentally friendly and relatively easy alternative to disposable diapers. I hoped it would eliminate my guilt, save the planet, and keep a little bit more of my paycheck in my pocket.

But it didn’t.

There are so many problems with this book, I barely know where to start. First, I guess, is the premise. The author tells us that babies have a natural disinclination to soil themselves. Supposedly, babies naturally communicate their wish to eliminate, and we, the parents, can learn to recognize those signals. If we then take our children to a place where they can eliminate comfortably, such as a toilet, and let them do their business while we make a sound, such as a “Psssssst,” the child will associate that sound with the activity. They will then know that hearing “Psssssst” means it’s time to eliminate. This technique is known in America as EC (short for “Elimination Communication”). This sounds reasonable, I think.

But the next part is not so reasonable. EC is an awkward name, and I would actually prefer “toilet training,” but the author insists that the goal is not to toilet train your child, but rather to communicate with your child. That’s so nice and touchy-feely, but not realistic. Parents communicate with their children in a multitude of ways. They don’t need EC  for its communication potential. They need it because their children have to pee and poop somewhere, and they’d rather it was in the toilet!

But let’s accept the author’s premise and the idea that this technique is about communicating with your child, at least while we consider the second major flaw of the book. Another big point that the author makes is that the EC technique can be practiced part-time. She say that you don’t need to EC all day, or at night, or even more than once  per day. So if you’re too busy, or have other things on your mind, or just can’t be bothered, it’s OK.

This is the problem with being inclusive and trying to make everyone feel good, even when they fail. Because if the author is right, and your baby wants you to take her to the potty rather than letting her soil herself, then to ignore her communication signals because you don’t feel like practicing EC right then is downright cruel. And how can you expect her to continue communicating with you if you ignore her half of the time? Talk about a breach of trust!

The third major flaw with the book is the content. I borrowed the book because I had heard of the concept and I wanted someone to teach me the technique. Consequently, I didn’t need to read page after page of reasons why I should try it, but I expected the author to lay out the technique in detailed and orderly steps, something like this:

“First you do this, then you do that, then you do the next thing, and ta-da! You’re baby is now environmentally friendly. Enjoy!”

The author gave information and I got the gist, but she didn’t lay it out in a way that was memorable or easy to follow. She was so concerned with convincing the world to try EC and making the part-timers feel good about their lazy approach that some of the details were either lacking or buried under pages of filler.

This book is due back at the library in a few days. I should have returned it earlier, but I kept thinking I’d go back and look for the steps which must be hidden in there somewhere. Then I could write them down for myself and consider whether the technique could really work for my family. I think it could, and I haven’t completely given up on the idea yet, but I can’t face reading the book again. It’s a shame. I think the people of this country need to relearn this technique, but they need a better resource than this book.

P.S. The subject matter of this book offered many opportunities for cheap, vulgar jokes. I resisted the temptation, but please feel free to make up your own and laugh over them as you please.

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