Monday, October 25, 2010
As luck would have it,
I collapsed on my bed this afternoon and picked up a literary journal lying next to it that I've been meaning to read. I opened it up randomly and began reading -- what else -- an essay, exceptionally well-written, by a man in his sixties with severe cerebral palsy. I got about halfway through the essay before realizing that I wasn't reading a journal specifically about disability but had, in fact, opened to the only essay in it about disability. And I realized that I'm tired of that. I'm tired, today, of that sort of luck.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Scenes from Saturday on Sunday
Since I just happened to give birth to two jocks (and God knows how this happened as I don't have one iota of talent in sports nor interest and The Husband only skied to school but prefers Formula One), every Saturday I drive The Jocks from various sporting activities to another. In the fall, it's soccer for Oliver and flag football for Henry. I generally have a babysitter for Sophie so she doesn't have to be dragged around to muddy fields and sit for hours, but yesterday I didn't so she came along with us. I made a somewhat embarrassing entrance to the flag football game when I attempted to push her stroller through the muddy end zone and the game was stopped so I could make my way to the sidelines.
The rest of the photos give you an idea of the day -- and I'll admit that despite an inherent hatred of sports, watching my boys play is thrilling. Who are they? How did they get there? Why are they so damn beautiful?
| this photo looks like some kind of weird adolescent boy ballet, doesn't it? |
Friday, October 22, 2010
Boot camp
| vintage exercise device |
is damn hard, and not having exercised for, let's say, years, has rendered me not only overweight but painfully out of shape. The kind of out of shape where hopscotch on a laid-out-on-the-ground ladder makes me breathe hard.
It sort of bums me out that all the work I do taking care of Sophalofa doesn't go one iota toward increasing my fitness. In fact, I think it's fair to say that all the work I do taking care of Sophalofa is manifested in a near-constant stream of cortisol that, if you know a bit about biology, is a recipe for metabolic havoc. If you add on three children (giving birth, that is), fast approaching fifty years, inadequate aerobic activity and a propensity to love bread and sugar --
Sigh. And Good Lord. And all that boring stuff.
I find the necessity of exercise to be near tyrannical.
Boot camp is at the crack of dawn, and if I'm going to exercise I need to do it then. I have no problem waking early and getting going and when it's 6:30 am and the tyrant has been appeased for the day, I might not be able to walk very well, but I'M DONE.
So far, so good (how many cliches can I fit into one post?). I've gone four out of the five days, am about as sore as I've ever been, am having a recurrence of plantar fascitiis and hit a wall around 4:00 in the afternoon, but I feel pretty up. That's endorphins for you, I think. Or at least it's Stockholm syndrome.
Hopefully, I'll start shrinking soon -- perhaps for every pound I lose, Sophie might gain one? Is that too much to ask the tyrant?
Friday Poem
Autumn Clean-Up
There she is in her garden
bowing & dipping, reaching
stretched with her shears --
a Ceres commanding forces
no one else any more fears.
The garden's not enclosed.
It encloses her. It helps her
hold her joy. (She is
too shy for transports.)
It helps keep her whole
when grief for unchangeable reasons
waits to gnaw a tunnel in her
to run around wild in,
grinding its little teeth,
eager to begin.
from Marie Ponsot's The Bird Catcher
Thursday, October 21, 2010
It's not always heaviness around here
The children's dental office in Beverly Hills has Christmas/holiday card bulletin boards in the examining rooms. Today, when I brought Sophie in for a check-up and cleaning, I noticed two families on the board that shouted You live in Los Angeles and are in a dentist office in Beverly Hills!
The photo is blurry but do you see who visits this dental office for check-ups? A bit to the right of that card was a lovely greeting card with the entire Hilton family -- Paris looked exactly like she does when you see her getting arrested. I peered at that one, marveling that folks like them actually get together and pose for family portraits, but when I started to snap a photo, the hygienist walked in and I felt embarrassed so instead I pretended to be taking a photo of Sophie in the chair.
Speaking of the chair, I practically had to lie over Sophie while simultaneously holding down her hands and holding her head straight as the hygienist tried to clean her teeth -- given the last three days of boot camp and the fact that I haven't really exercised in months and months, well -- I feel as if I'm about one hundred years old and when I tried to straighten up, I almost screamed. Going to the dentist with Sophie probably ranks up there with calls to the insurance company over disputed claims.
The photo is blurry but do you see who visits this dental office for check-ups? A bit to the right of that card was a lovely greeting card with the entire Hilton family -- Paris looked exactly like she does when you see her getting arrested. I peered at that one, marveling that folks like them actually get together and pose for family portraits, but when I started to snap a photo, the hygienist walked in and I felt embarrassed so instead I pretended to be taking a photo of Sophie in the chair.
Speaking of the chair, I practically had to lie over Sophie while simultaneously holding down her hands and holding her head straight as the hygienist tried to clean her teeth -- given the last three days of boot camp and the fact that I haven't really exercised in months and months, well -- I feel as if I'm about one hundred years old and when I tried to straighten up, I almost screamed. Going to the dentist with Sophie probably ranks up there with calls to the insurance company over disputed claims.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I love this man
LA's very own John Stewart of the daily rag:
Steve Lopez
(and just in case you're wondering, no, I don't smoke the evil weed -- at least I haven't in the past, oh, twenty-five or so years -- I have contemplated taking it up, though, and blowing the smoke into Sophie's face -- we haven't yet tried medicinal marijuana)
the realization that there will be no winners
Scenes from a battle, recently fought, on a rainy day in a large urban city, the onslaught of aliens and the futility of the fight:
Paradigm Shifts
Here's another look at education -- a video that's been circulating on Facebook and blogs. I find it intensely interesting -- what do you think?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Waiting for Superman
I was contacted recently by someone at K-12, the online educator for grades kindergarten through twelfth grade, who offered to send me, gratis, to the new documentary, Waiting for Superman. In return for the free tickets, they asked me to write a review of the movie and post it, here, on my blog. You can read more information at the bottom of this post** and trust that my review is objective and that I was NOT paid to write something positive or negative!
I went on Saturday night to see the movie with great anticipation. I had taped and watched Oprah's show a few weeks ago when she had the director of the movie, Davis Guggenheim, some of the kids from the movie and their mothers, as well as other American luminaries, including Bill Gates, Michelle Rhee (the recent superintendent of Washington, D.C. schools) and Geoffrey Canada, from the Harlem Children's Zone . Despite the Oprahfication, the conversation was fascinating, so I really looked forward to seeing the movie.
I wasn't disappointed, because the documentary was educational, heartbreaking and, above all, sobering. The portrait it painted of the American educational system -- its history, attempts at reform, champions, success and failures -- was illuminating and emblematic, I think, of American culture in general. I was especially struck by statistics comparing where the American educational system rates in a list of other industrialized western countries (at the bottom) and Americans' actual perceptions of where they rate (number one). It's why I raise my eyebrows at the chants of "greatest country on earth" or "best healthcare system in the world" and why I object to having my patriotism questioned when I voice real dislikes and suspicions about this nation of ours.
The movie is relentless in its coverage of all the players in the system but comes down particularly hard on teachers' unions, illustrating the original good intentions of those unions but underscoring how arcane regulations and bureaucratic obduracy have become an almost untenable burden on the system. The movie uses very clever and engaging graphics to illustrate statistics, and one of my favorites was The Lemon Dance, the secret code principals use to deal with bad teachers. You really have to see it to believe it.
The individual stories depicted in the movie were typical documentary-fare -- disadvantaged, often minority children in large urban areas with hard-working parents who are trying with all their minimal resources to find a better place for their children. But, as I followed these children through their abysmal schools and watched as they and their parents tried to work within the system to find better choices, I felt my head glued to the back of the chair, pinned and horrified, stunned by the gross inequities and seemingly insurmountable odds. I thought of my own children and their relative position of privilege. I thought of our local charter school that we have had the good fortune to become a part of -- and the fact that it works so incredibly hard to give opportunity to many children of different socioeconomic backgrounds. The movie doesn't even go into the plight of special education in our country, a glaring omission in my mind, but woven into the individual stories are many examples of people working to make improvements, those people like Geoffrey Canada who have made significant change in their communities and are almost saint-like in their mission and vision --
There are too many points to convey in a blog post, but I encourage everyone to see the movie, whether you have children or not, to become aware and, hopefully, to commit to helping to change the way the children of this country are educated. It's imperative.
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Monday, October 18, 2010
Enough is enough
The lovely lady above is Miss Lottie Grant, Fat Lady of the Circus.
I've been complaining out loud a bit and over-time, in my head, about getting old, about finally getting old, about how I just woke up old in the last few months.
I'm feeling old, people.
Here's the thing: I'm only 47. I hate to exercise and was effortlessly thin for more than half of my life. I'm not thin anymore, by a long shot, but still hate to exercise.
Enough is enough. It's a circus in these parts and I'll be damned if I become the Fat Lady of the Circus.
I signed up, today, for four weeks of an outdoor boot camp. My first day is tomorrow at 5:30 am.
Wish me luck -- hopefully, I'll live.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Epilepsy Freedom Walk
It was a rainy day in Pasadena, but that didn't stop anyone from coming out to support the Epilepsy Foundation of Greater Los Angeles in our work to END EPILEPSY.
I'd never been this close to the Rose Bowl, and it was a fantastic sight -- just like you see on television -- without the blue sky and bright southern California sun.
I'm overwhelmed by the support shown today and think the only way I can express it is by saying THANK YOU to all those who showed up, who donated money and who continually express their love and support for Sophie and her struggles. And that goes for all children with epilepsy!
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