Monthly Archives: August 2011

Grace in Small Things 179

  • Once again this year, Sylvain’s neighbour has brought me several large green tomatoes from his garden out in the county. Yes, I will fry those babies up!
  • There were fresh flowers on every table today–courtesy of a resident and her family.

  • I found a beautiful cotton sundress at the thrift store. I already had a necklace and earrings to match it, having made them during the visit with my Mom in June.

  • I park on a street parallel to the one on which my employer is located. I am one of many who every morning cut through an empty lot between two buildings using a footpath. Lately this fellow has taken to hunkering down in the little trench formed where the path cleaves a grassy knoll in two.

Penny for the gate, please.

Grace in Small Things 178

“Thank you. It was fun and it helped our English,” S said as she left the Lunch and Learn classroom. She has one of those beautiful Slavic names befitting a movie star.

My hospice client has had a spiritual awakening of some kind; it was triggered by a book given to her by her massage therapist / energy worker. No longer is she sad and depressed, but rather is able to smile even while her disease continues to progress. She gave me the book to read so that we will be able to talk about this change in her.

I will be able to read it in a beautiful setting.

A Loving Car Wash

I started my day with chai made from scratch, which I drank from my big NPR mug. It was yummy.

Local peaches are in and they are GOOD.  (Having been spoiled in the American South, I do not give out this compliment liberally.) I cut one up in a bowl and pour a little milk over it just as my grandparents used to do when my brother and I would ask for a snack to get us through a long summer afternoon of playing out back under the hickory trees.

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I got my car washed at the Downtown Mission for their fundraiser. A large crew of unshaven gentlemen armed with brushes, sponges and buckets of soapy water attacked my little City Golf with great care and thoroughness. A very tall man did the roof while a diminutive fellow took care of the wheel rims. A young woman scrubbed the grill. A man holding a chamois paced about until after the car had been rinsed, then went to work drying and polishing.

When they were done and I had given my donation, I complimented them on the way my little car sparkled. The short one puffed out his chest and announced, “I’m going back to school!

“Really?” I asked. “Good for you. Where?”

He named a local adult ed centre, then elaborated. “Right now I’m in literacy. I like it because it’s easy. After that I have to take biology, geography and math. I don’t know anything about those.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” I said with a smile. He smiled back.

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After spending several hours at work getting lessons created and worksheets printed out for the coming weeks, I returned home to an apartment that smells of cardamom, cinnamon, anise and ginger.

simmering chai spices

Three Nice Things

Just for you, Melissa, I will note that today was my penultimate Friday off for the summer. I started by driving to the blood donation centre at 8:20. Thanks to a liquid iron supplement that I have been taking daily over the past six weeks, I passed the anemia test. Yay!

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The second good news of the day came when the managers of this condo building agreed to help me check on a neighbour. The other day I helped him go back to his condo and get settled in an easy chair. He refused to let me call an ambulance to take him to the ER for injuries he had apparently sustained in a bad fall at least a week earlier, and refused to call a family member. I made him promise that if he wasn’t feeling well enough to put himself to bed, he would call his sister who lives in the west end. He agreed, but I wasn’t sure I believed him. He had been oriented re his name and location but not day or time of day when I had found him in the lobby.

That night I notified the building manager so she could call the “next of kin” on file for him, but she reported the number to be no longer working. I also contacted the community’s human services help line and an elder abuse and neglect agency for guidance.

I went back the next day and knocked on his door, but nobody answered. It was locked whereas I had left it unlocked. This at least was a good sign. The next day I left a CCAC fridge magnet on his door so I could watch and see if it disappeared. (I’m so glad I pick up swag at info sessions.) This would tell me if a housekeeper or relative was coming and going.

Finally today I went back to the building manager to say, “I’m still worried about J in unit X.”

She picked up the phone right then and tried calling him. No answer. She left a message explaining that another resident was concerned about him. She requested that he call back before her quitting time and let him know that if he didn’t do that, she would be letting herself in just to peek in and make sure he was okay.

I got an email from her in the late afternoon letting me know he was not inside the condo. What a relief. I can sleep now knowing he isn’t lying on the floor unable to reach the phone and too weak to call for help. I guess he did follow through on his promise to call his sister.

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Pa had a good 75th birthday today. We stopped at the little sausage place on Drouillard to pick up something he adores: pepperettes. We also got him some (close your eyes, Violet) BALLOONS for his room. Then we took Pat and Hank’s fish and chips up to Aspen Lake where we all gathered in the family kitchen for supper together.

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Fresh Straw for Ginger

We took advantage of the nice weather and did feral cat shelter maintenance. We figured it would be better to do this now rather than close to time when Ginger will again need the winter shelter in order to give our human scent time to fade.

I pulled the house out from under the cedar hedgerow and swept it off. I cut the duct tape on one side so I could open it to see if the straw insulation between the inner and outer bins needed topping up. It had not shrunk or settled much at all, but was full of earwigs.  {{shudder}}  I remind myself that they are also G_d’s creatures.

The inner box was dry as a bone. No rain seemed to have gotten in at all. I took out the old straw bedding, swept out the dust in the bottom of the box and put in fresh bedding.

Finally I sealed the inner box with new duct tape and surrounded that box with insulating straw once again. Then I re-sealed the outer box with new duct tape and slid the house back under the cedar hedge.

cutting off the old tape

checking for moisture leaks


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new bedding straw

Ma continues to try to get close to Ginger, but he hisses and backs away every time. As long as she keeps her distance and doesn’t move suddenly, he blinks at her affectionately. He comes around for daily meals and water. We think he has poor vision. Recently we put de-wormer in his food hoping to rid him of parasites.

Happy Peaceful Lab Day

Today, because our classroom space is needed for another purpose, we had to stay in the computer lab for the full 2.5 hours (less 15-minute break). Normally we come back to the classroom after break.

I tried to give them a nice variety of things to do so that they would not tire of sitting at the workstations for such an extended period. Since all classes are going to be viewing a movie on Thursday, I started by having them view the trailer and guess the plot.

Next I gave them a list of seven movie-related vocabulary words and had them look up each one in both an online learner’s dictionary and on Google Translate, where they could see each word in their own first languages. I showed them how to click the little speaker icon to hear each word pronounced. Each student had a worksheet on which to copy down the English definitions and also translations.

Once they had finished that assignment, I allowed them each to use the computer in whatever way was most suited to their needs and interests. Three decided to use some software that has videos and interactive transcripts of short, everyday dialogues. Two wanted to hear a special (slower) English language news podcast about the situation in Libya. One wanted to search the Home Depot website for humane mouse traps.

I enjoy helping them in the lab. Their last instructor only gave them one lab day per month; they petitioned me for more. They also said–with a slightly bitter tone–that she was in the habit of turning them loose on the computers and walking away.  Every twenty minutes or so I make a point of pulling up a chair next to a student to ask, “How’s it going?”

The new student, one who only switched to my class to get more one-on-one computer lessons, needs short activities and lots of guidance. He is almost stone deaf and his hearing aid doesn’t seem to help much. After he had been a trooper and completed both the definitions worksheet and several quizzes on the dialogue software, I allowed him to watch live news in his first language. I knew I was running the risk of having other students notice and beg to be allowed to watch things in their first languages, but it was a risk I decided to take. (I also risk that my boss or the CEO will choose that moment to walk into the lab and will wonder what the heck I’ve been smoking.) But every student is different, and I sense that this gentleman will benefit from frequent, short bursts of instruction interspersed with reward time.

This week, in fact, Sylvain shared with me a sneak preview of an upcoming television special about the effect of music on almost catatonic nursing home residents. When I saw it, I understood why I intuitively allow students to spend some lab time watching music videos from their first countries. This soothes their souls and helps them through this period of homesickness, culture shock and adjustment.

As I paced slowly up and down the aisle of the lab, everyone was working away at something. All were taking good advantage of the opportunity to use a computer. It is such a delight to teach adults–adults who want to learn.

Things That Touched Me

I fell down and scraped both knees. I got up, brushed myself off, asked for alcohol wipes at the reception desk.

My hospice client cancelled because she was having a weak day, even having trouble talking. I wonder when–if ever–she will decide that I can still come over even if it’s just to sit by her bed. Not yet. Not yet.

I don’t know how long he sat in that dark corner of the lobby before calling out for help. We passed him on our way out for a walk on the Ganatchio. I had thought he was probably waiting for a ride or just resting after a walk. I’m glad he did call out. I’m glad I was the one he beckoned.

Sylvain and I wonder if Jack Layton, who passed away today, gave his life for all of us. Had he not been working so tirelessly during the recent campaign, would his cancer treatments have begun earlier? Would it have made a difference? He was the first NDP leader ever to bring that party to the rank of Official Opposition.

Fire-sky.

Excerpt from Wolf Totem

As they passed through a neighboring brigade’s winter grazing land, Chen saw that the grass was still thick, and a full four fingers high. “You keep saying there isn’t enough grazing land,” he said to Uljii, “but look, sheep and horses have been grazing here all winter, and there’s still all this left.”

Uljii looked down. “That’s stubble grass,” he said. “It’s too hard; the animals have trouble biting it off, so they wind up pulling it out by its roots. And the poor quality of the grass stubble can’t fatten them up. The grazing has to stop when it gets like this; if not, the grassland will begin to deteriorate. There are too many of you Chinese, and not enough meat to feed you, so the country depends on the lamb and beef from Inner Mongolia. But to produce one ton of beef and lamb requires seventy or eighty tons of grass. When you people come demanding our meat, what you’re really asking us for is our grass, and if you keep it up, you’ll kill off the grassland. The pressure from government quotas has nearly turned several banners in the southeast into desert.”

“Raising livestock seems a lot harder than planting crops,” Chen Zhen said.

Bilgee nodded in agreement: “The grassland is a big life, but it’s thinner than people’s eyelids. If you rupture its grassy surface, you blind it, and dust storms are more lethal than the white-hair blizzards. If the grassland dies, so will the cows and sheep and horses, as well as the wolves and the people, all the little lives. Then not even the Great Wall, not even Beijing will be protected.”

Wolf Totem by Jiang Rong has outsold any other book in Chinese history short of Mao’s little red book. (Kirkus Reviews)

Forgive the Dream, Forgive the Dreamer

I am blessed to have you as my teachers. I return the bow.

Today I am contemplating my unwillingness to allow what is to be as it is.  I am also contemplating my perfectionism, which I project onto others–onto individuals and onto organizations.

I am trying to breathe.

And smile.

There we go, Kel. That’s the ticket.

My A Course in Miracles group is nearing the end of our year together doing 365 workbook lessons, one per day. Today’s lesson speaks to my current struggle.

LESSON 332

Fear binds the world. Forgiveness sets it free.

  1. The ego makes illusions. Truth undoes its evil dreams by shining them away. Truth never makes attack. It merely is. And by its presence is the mind recalled from fantasies, awaking to the real. Forgiveness bids this presence enter in, and take its rightful place within the mind. Without forgiveness is the mind in chains, believing in its own futility. Yet with forgiveness does the light shine through the dream of darkness, offering it hope, and giving it the means to realise the freedom that is its inheritance.
  2. We would not bind the world again today. Fear holds it prisoner. And yet Your Love has given us the means to set it free. Father, we would release it now. For as we offer freedom, it is given us. And we would not remain as prisoners, while You are holding freedom out to us.

Why Does That Bug Me?

Some interesting stuff is going on around me, but I don’t feel I can really blog about it because I can’t violate others’ privacy. Mostly I am observing myself in my interactions with others.  Although I am mostly patient, compassionate and a good listener with one person (a neighbour), I also see that I am being judgmental much of the time.

That’s what I’m watching in myself a lot these days: a tendency to judge, judge, judge. And criticize. I do this with businesses, especially with new enterprises in the community that I wish would do well. I wonder why I find it necessary to find fault with how they are doing things?

An example would be a restaurant that opened recently near me. They kept changing the grand opening date on the marquis. It took a lot of meditating before I could release that one. Mostly I just kept screaming “YOU GUYS ARE BOZOS!” to the upholstery of my dashboard every time I drove past.

I always think about how much time, energy and capital these entrepreneurs have put into their businesses. Why do they then make the silliest of mistakes, ones that I am sure will doom their projects?  And why in the heck does this get under my skin so much???

I miss my analyst.

Echols, Misskelley and Baldwin Free Today

Today was my ante-penultimate Friday off for the summer. I started my morning by emailing my brother to request frequent updates on the West Memphis Three hearing. By the time I was drinking my first cup of tea I was able to get a live stream of the news story on my laptop (no TV in the house).

They were released on condition that they enter an Alford plea, a legal mechanism that allows them to maintain their innocence while precluding their ever suing the state for wrongful imprisonment. Jason did not want to take the deal but did so to get Damien off death row.

The prosecuting attorney’s position was that a judge was about to grant new trials and those trials would very likely have resulted in either acquittals or lesser sentences, such as “time served.”

After viewing video of the three men making statements at a press conference, I came away more convinced than ever that Jessie Misskelley, Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin did not kill the cub scouts.

Mara Leveritt is a dedicated reporter and award-winning author who has followed this case for the Arkansas Times over the years. She wrote a book about the case called Devil’s Knot. She also wrote a book called The Boys on the Tracks which covers the case of two boys whose dead bodies were laid out on train tracks to be destroyed by the next passing train. This case was similar to the West Memphis Three case in that it also took place in Arkansas and involved either a cover-up or very shoddy work by police and coroner or both.

News from My Home State

Well, THAT’S interesting. After eighteen years, these boys (now men) may finally be getting something closer to due process than they have since the day they were charged with killing three children in West Memphis in 1993. Breaking news here.

I don’t know if they did it or didn’t. I suspect probably not. What strikes me as so very sad is that those who believe them guilty have been mightily swayed by the fact that they dressed in black and were interested in Aleister Crowley. Well, of course! If there are three anti-social older teens in town who wear black trench coats and dabble in black magic, they MUST be responsible. Who else could it be? Suddenly post-mortem wounds inflicted by hungry woodland creatures become ritual mutilation.

Yes, one lad confessed… after twelve hours of interrogation without a lawyer or adult present. And this is the one with severe learning disabilities. I could go on and on.

I’ll be tuning in tomorrow to see if new DNA evidence has come to light.

Grace in Small Things 177

The Sock Lady - Solmate socks

  • Wednesday is regatta day! I still can’t believe this is the view out my window.

WYC Regatta Wednesday

  • Having someone in the family who cans.

  • A deep orange gibbous moon.
  • The way the smell of basil rises to my nostrils every time I water her or even just barely brush a leaf with the back of my hand while watering another plant.

Window Basil

Canadian School System – Kiki Gets a Quick Primer

We had a slide show and presentation the other day to teach the students about the education system in Canada. I sat in on it because my class has asked me to teach them about it, and I don’t know the first thing about the Canadian education system! I wasn’t brought up in this country AND I don’t have any children.

Gosh, I learned a lot during that one-hour slide show. Let me see if I’ve got things straight. Canadians, correct me if I get any of this wrong.

First off, there are four types of tax-payer-funded schools in Canada: English public, English Catholic, French public, French Catholic.

Children must attend school from at least age 6 until age 18, plus there is half-day kindergarten for children aged four and five (junior and senior kindergarten). Currently this is a half-day program, but there is talk of making it a full-day program.

I was surprised to learn that each child must bring a lunch to school. Is that true? Are there no school lunch programs? When I raised my hand to ask about this, I was told that they don’t want kids bringing money to school. What about lunch tickets? How do you ensure that children from low-income families get a nutritious meal at least once a day?

Primary and secondary school in the four public systems is free, but students must pay for their supplies and occasional field-trip related costs. Can any Canadian parents out there add to that? What else are you on the hook for?

There are eight years of elementary or primary school (ages six through thirteen), followed by four years of secondary schooling. To graduate from high school and get an Ontario Secondary School Diploma (OSSD) you need to complete a certain number of course hours, 40 community service hours and pass a literacy test.

Of the 30 credits needed to graduate, 18 are comprised of compulsory courses with the remaining 12 being elective courses. You receive one credit for every 110-hour course passed. Some students extend their secondary education over a period of four and a half or five years, and some take summer courses.

What happens if a child turns 18 and still has not accrued enough credits to graduate? The student will talk to a counselor. Depending on the number of credits needed, the student might be advised to continue in the regular high school or may be referred to an adult education centre with programs specifically designed to help drop-outs and others get a G.E.D.

One thing for parents to know is that once a child turns eighteen, all correspondence from the school will no longer be channeled through the parent(s), but will go directly to the now legally adult student.

Of course there are also private schools that charge tuition, but we didn’t get into that. Most of the Muslim students already know about those because their neighbourhoods have Islamic schools that teach Arabic and Holy Qur’an.

As a side note, here are some Canadian classroom terms and their American equivalents:

In America you’re in eighth grade; in Canada you’re in grade eight. The American teacher grades papers; the Canadian one marks them.  In Canada if the teacher says he is going to take up the homework, it means the class is going to go over (check) the answers together. In America that would mean he is going to collect the homework. When an American teacher is sick, they call in a substitute teacher. In Canada they call in a supply teacher.

In Canada I hear a lot about revision. It seems to be the noun springing from “to reivew,” as in “to go over the material again before a test.” I never heard the word revision used in the American classroom, though we were always reviewing material.

That’s about it. What can you add to my education on education? Oh, and hey! What’s the difference between French immersion and French public? Sylvain told me once, but I forgot.

Culture Shift

I failed to say thank you to all of you who congratulated me on the new job.  Thank you! I am blessed to have each of you in my life.

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Have you ever been at an organization or company when a new president or CEO comes on the scene and just starts making all sorts of no-nonsense changes? I have been in that position twice now, and it’s a load of fun.  That is happening now where I work.  Not that it wasn’t always a great place to work. I’ve been in love with it from day one. But by some miracle, it’s getting even better.

I remember when that happened at the mid-sized life insurance company where I worked for 5.5 years. The new guy instituted monthly company-wide meetings and started explaining the quarterly financial reports to us in ways we could understand. He helped us understand where we were and where we could go. He helped us see where we were making mistakes and how we could do things better. He empowered everyone to be a part of those changes. It was very cool. The best part was when the whiners and naysayers who used to love to spend long breaks gossiping and kvetching around the water cooler suddenly found themselves being asked to clean out their desks.  Lop, lop, lop. That was the sound of our new CEO cutting away the deadwood.  People who were just coasting along waiting for retirement, who had grown complacent and less effective, were simply shown to the door.  Several department managers were cut loose. Just like that. Only the productive people were left, the keeners, the positive ones, the ones ready to embrace the changes. The new managers were smart but approachable people with good ideas and even better follow-through. It was freaking awesome.

Now it’s happening around me again. What a great feeling it is to have the top dog say that I can come talk to him anytime, no appointment necessary. If I see something stupid or silly, I can just say so.

Come to think of it, the same type of change is being ushered in at Pa’s nursing home. These are exciting times.

Too Much Grace to Count

Yesterday was so beautiful, neither of us could bear to stay indoors. We didn’t know what we wanted to do, just that we wanted to be outside. So we packed up the snack box and headed toward Point Pelee, taking the long, snaking route through small town and past farm fields.  We were in no hurry.

We decided to go into the park to look at fauna and flora.

Birding the Point

I had brought along my butterfly field guide but somehow misplaced it in the van.  Even without it we managed to identify a few lepidoptera, or so we think: Hackberry Emperor, Red Admiral, Black Swallowtail, Giant Swallowtail, Tiger Swallowtail, Spicebush Swallowtail, possible Eastern Comma and lots of Crescents.

It is always a delight when park interpreter John Brownlie is around because he is always so generous with his time and knowledge. He is the one who pointed out the Spicebush Swallowtail, a new one for me. He also talked to us about the gazillion Crescents that were feeding on the Sweet White Clover and Sunflowers near the point tram stop. Which Crescents were they? John didn’t know and I can only offer a guess based on photos on this website since I still haven’t found my book.

(Northern?) Crescent Butterflies on Sweet White Clover

Possible Northern Crescent Butterfly on Sunflower

We stopped at the Marsh Boardwalk before heading home and did the whole circuit. At one point we stopped so that I could lie down on my back and look up at the sky. Reeds and rushes towered over me, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze.  It is so peaceful there that we both wonder what it would be like to stay in the park all night just gazing up at the heavens.

Marsh Boardwalk, Point Pelee

Marsh, Point Pelee

At the Marsh we saw Common Yellowthroat looking not as yellow as the last time we saw her and Black Terns whose breeding plumage is giving way to winter plumage.

Driving back to Windsor we entered a fantastic lightning storm that coincided with sundown. What a show nature put on for us! Somehow the dark banks of thunderstorm clouds and the blazing red sunset combined to make a sky that was washed with an eerie red on one horizon while looking like a certain El Greco painting on the other. The whole panorama was electrified by the lightning, providing a grand finale to the splendid day.

Perseid Night

moths that streak

through headlight beams

will have to do

It’s Official

Finally today, upon his return after a sick day, my supervisor held out his hand to me and offered his congratulations.  He was kind enough to add that “You didn’t really have any close competition.” That pleased but surprised me since a dozen or more instructors were laid off in this city this past spring.

So I am a permanent instructor once again. The neat part is that they are not asking me to give up ANY of my hours as an assistant. A supply assistant is to be hired to fill that role during the times when I am teaching MY class (God, I love the sound of that) AND for when I am supply-teaching for other instructors.  Whether that actually materializes is yet to be seen, but that part is not mine to worry about, I suppose.

Now I can stop biting my tongue every time I start to say “MY class” this or that. They ARE mine now. Mu ha ha ha ha.

Today’s lesson wasn’t one of my best, but it sure wasn’t for lack of time and energy invested in it. The concept was good, but it fell a little flat in delivery. We are learning about this city’s transit system. Today I set up a corner of the classroom like a bus stop with two chairs serving as a bus bench.  As a culminating activity following several days of skills’ building, vocabulary acquisition and dialogue practice, they took turns role-playing at the bus stop. One student had to ask the other something like, “Excuse me, does the 1A stop here?” and “When is the next bus coming?”  The second student had to refer to the bus schedule to answer the question.

On the board I would write, for example, “It’s 3:00 p.m. on Sunday.” When the next pair of students came up to do their role play, I changed it to say, “It’s 11:00 a.m. on Friday,” and so on to make sure they had learned to refer to the correct timetable and also knew how to read down a column based on which bus stop they were at and whether they were waiting for a northbound, southbound, eastbound or westbound bus.

I don’t mind so much that the lesson was less than wonderful. I learned where I need to tweak things and make it much better next time around. I also plan to share the worksheets with the other instructors once I have the bugs out.

Classroom bus stop

Hm, I’ve already thought of something we can do tomorrow that might engage them more. We can brainstorm places in this city we would like to know how to reach on the bus and then figure out which buses go there.  We have already talked about which buses go to each of two large malls, but I have yet to ask them where THEY want to go. I should know better than to assume I know what they want or need!

Grace in Small Things 175

  • It’s only 9:00 and all my lesson planning is done. I can head to bed with a full hour for reading–a rare treat!
  • Music to this teacher’s ears: “Can we do this again tomorrow?”