BUY NOTHING DAY challenge, a year of BUY NOTHING NEW

It is that time of year again. Time to think about your consumerism and choose to BUY NOTHING. Challenge yourself, your family, your friends, to tune in to life. Buy Nothing Day is an international day of protest against consumerism celebrated annually just after Thanksgiving.
http://www.buynothingday.co.uk/ (UK)
http://www.adbusters.org/campaigns/bnd (Canada & US)
https://www.facebook.com/events/482293888458769 (International Facebook Event)

We made a conscious effort to "Buy Nothing NEW" for a year back in 2007-2008. We bought groceries and necessities only. Your immediate question will be what is a "necessity," and that was precisely the challenge - to redefine what we considered a necessity, a need versus a want. You learn to evaluate the items you have and their usable life, and make purchases with new expectations for their life expectancy. A year of this challenge changes your habits for a lifetime.

During that year we did not buy any new clothes, furniture, toys or games (including electronics), home decorating items, or durable items that were not required by necessity. A necessity might be a school PE uniform required for dress code, or dress pants needed for work because the old ones were ripped or worn. When purchasing the dress pants we considered the life expectancy (quality) and tailored look that would last beyond a trend. 

Arguably this practice can be very subjective. This isn't a challenge to see who can be the "best" at buying absolutely nothing. This is a challenge to break your habits and become more conscious of what you consume. Some of the changes that resulted from our experience include:

• shopping antique, vintage and resale stores for high quality reusable items
• shopping retailers that had higher quality, more durable items
• choosing classic tailored items over trends
• sharing clothing to extend wardrobes
• choosing glass and metal items over plastics
• choosing to wait for an item, rather than follow impulse 
• acknowledging that what we had was completely "fine"
• using services like Habitat Restore and Upcycle to pass on our own reusable items to others
• shop with a list and stick to the list to avoid impulses
• do not treat shopping as a social activity

During this time we also began to more carefully plan the menu and food choices. A whole chicken on Sunday night would become soup for the week (or freezer). A lasagna became lunch for the next day. We selected dry goods and fresh items over canned items, and we did not eat out. 

A year is a big commitment, perhaps start with a week or a month. Perhaps start by re-evaluating your plans to shop on Black Friday. You may still choose to go, but maybe you will have a list and avoid impulse purchases. 

self and place

It has taken a long time for me to reach the place where I can stay in bed on a Sunday morning, with the cat at my feet an books piled on my lap, coffee in hand, and truly enjoy the space without anxiety and guilt. It has taken all of 44 years.

A psychologist once told me that I "sure have a lot of coulda woulda shoulda."

9/11 perception of the world, a generation

The morning of September 11, 2001 was cool, clear, and bright 3,000 miles away in Washington state. I first heard the news from the other two moms as we walked the kids to school. Mara was in 2nd grade and Elle had just started kindergarten. Their reports were concise and factual, their husbands were both in lock down, one an FBI agent and the other military.

benign, and moving on

6 weeks, 4 AP exams and one last tennis season for Mara. As many changes as we have faced in the past year, I suspect the next 2 years will bring even more...

The dynamics of the household will change with Mara at college and then Elle will be away at college and this house is going to seem awfully big for two of us. Plus, hopefully I will have a job in the next year. Etc etc.

I spent the last weekend filling out college medical forms and putting dates on the calendar looking forward to Mara's first long weekend and wondering if she will come home to visit, whether she will bring a roommate at Thanksgiving...And Mara was giving Elle a bad time about only 1 AP test this year, when Elle quickly pointed out she will have 4 each the next two years, reminding me she is on the downhill side...Elle is already freaking out about having the entire 2nd floor to herself the next two years. 

And then with Bob's travels, here I am.

time stops still, for a moment

I am sitting around waiting for the results of an MRI today. Tuesday it was additional mammograms and ultrasound, and then yesterday MRI. It just seems to have shot the week to hell and I have no motivation to do anything. I crawled back in bed for an hour after the girls left for school, and I am debating a nap again. The girls don't know anything. When they are being mean and bitchy I just want to yell, "yea, well what if I have cancer, then how will you feel" but I don't say anything. I keep focusing on the doctor calling and telling me that everything is clear and they are no longer concerned about the "area of concern." And eating. 

online comment sections a joke?

How do you feel about online comment sections?

Doug Gross on CNN approached this topic today, asking if online comments had become a joke?

Rarely do I read online comments. I take each article as a complete, before the comments. Why? Because the people who comment tend to be off topic, negative and fired up about something they want to soapbox about. Let them get their own blog.

strength and adversity

When I look back over the past 6 months at how strong my kids have been I am just amazed and awed at their ability to accept change and face obstacles head on - we moved with less than a months' notice, we drove cross county in 4 days and arrived just days before school started, they started school living in a hotel, and then spent the next 2 months in one room while workmen tore up the house, Mara took on new graduation requirements and starting her college search over, they weathered financial strains while we paid two mortgages, and they managed two stressed out parents on top of it all. They are amazing young women.

transitions and reinventions

It rained last night and we woke to overcast skies. It was a true Northwest winter day. Except that we are in Indiana.

Today feels different. So many things are no longer hanging over us like a cloud.

Shortly after noon today the sun broke through the clouds. I had just finished a post on my garden blog about the plants and the space at the Vancouver house.

Vancouver, WA

alternate dimension

Admittedly, I have been faking it.

We have been in Indiana 6 months and I am faking the positive outlook.

We have talked for 20 years about moving to the Midwest. The Midwest to me included Wisconsin, Michigan, Minnesota and Illinois. Iowa and Ohio were even acknowledged as part of the Midwest. Indiana was never on my radar.

On a map it looked close to Chicago, so it couldn't be THAT bad, right?

how the (real estate) bubble burst

signed, wired, waiting - official deed transfer by 5pm 2/15 

We signed on the house in Vancouver and wired funds to pay off the loans yesterday. This morning the buyer signed and the paperwork is at the lender for final approval. The deed will record tomorrow.

So, we are officially stuck in Indiana now. 

I broke down when we got the offer on the Vancouver house. I LOVED that house. When we bought that house I thought that we would retire there. It was PERFECT, a three bedroom, one bath slice of urbana. We were downtown and could walk or bicycle to shops, restaurants, the farmer's market and concerts in the park.

It was the picture perfect life.

I had never thought about Indiana, in fact I might have been hard pressed to locate it on a map 6 months ago.

So, here we are.

The Dirty Dozen and the Clean 15

One of the toughest changes we faced moving from the west coast was food. Not only were we leaving the food belt itself, but we were leaving the heart of the organic and buy local movement for a land that did not even have a Trader Joe's or Whole Foods Market.

Produce was a BIG issue. We faced challenges finding variety, seasonal choices and local items. Just about every item in the stores was bagged in plastic and stamped Dole, or some other large conventional producer.

the gimme generation and reality

Send positive energy, if everything moves forward as planned we will close on the Vancouver house a week from today. The first time home buyer just needs to pull up his big boy panties and decide if he is in the game, or if he needs a condo with training wheels. Apparently he did not realize that owning a home would have responsibilities and possibly future expenses for maintenance. Uh wow. 

I wonder if he knows there will be utility bills and mommy won't be doing his laundry. SMH.

modeling and muddling do not make good teaching

School conferences were last night.

It is rarely, OK never, that I find myself walking away from a teacher thinking "OMG that woman is an idiot."

Oh heck, I didn't even have to say it, Bob said it. Right before he said, "call the counselor and get her out of that class."

I asked the woman many of the same questions that I asked other teachers last night about where things were posted in the room and what to expect on homework so that we could monitor from home and support classroom learning.

She could not answer a single question about how she teaches.

I don't think she knows.

She tried to tell me she uses an inquiry model. OK, I understand that so I ask about her checks for understanding. She looks at me blankly. Apparently she just throws out an experiment, and afterwards the kids discuss it and then she tests them. I can find and print every worksheet that she uses straight off the internet.

No wonder my daughter said, "I don't know if I learned anything in there all last semester." That is a pretty strong statement from a teen.

We were trying to learn how to monitor our daughter's work to know when she needed to get additional help. Generally there is a period of instruction and/or inquiry followed by a check for understanding and then reteaching if necessary. We were trying to learn what to look for to monitor this check for understanding before assessment. All teachers I know can tell you this point, they use it to assess instruction and differentiate instruction.

And in the least, they can tell you what concepts or standards were not learned by reviewing the assessments.

She could not even tell us what concepts she was currently teaching.

The counselor told me that this teacher uses the ASU Modeling method of teaching. However, the teacher could not tell me this or explain it. This type of teaching takes significant training and practice to do well. The method is a highly effective hands on method, however it is just that - a method, not a curriculum.

And students need to understand the method and the expectations. Learning is not something that happens TO a student by accident, they must be engaged and active participants. Part of that participation is understanding the methodology.

sewer scope finds shit

We have a pending sale on the other house. It was all going along smoothly until last night.

First, we are both skeptical and now suspicious of the buyer. He had a sewer scope performed on Monday and we were not notified that it failed until last night. At this time he also provided us with a bid, which upon inspection is not a viable bid. The contractor used manages 400K government contracts and bid items like "mobilization" and "demobilization" as well as seeding a non-existent lawn. This appear to us to be an attempt to manipulate us for more money.

While this may not be his intent it appears this way and also has severely impacted the timeline to meet the closing date. We are likely 2 weeks out scheduling a repair at best.

We have not yet received a copy of the scope, and our call to the inspector left us distrusting the inspection completely. If the buyer asks us to take care of the sewer issue we will have the line re-scoped and use a contractor that we select. Especially since one of the contractors we called, upon hearing who did the scope, recommended that we get another scope.

At this point we are preparing to handle the repair to put the house back on the market if necessary. The amount quoted on the bid is not the issue, the apparent manipulation of the situation is.

It is a tough market, we get that. But what happened to good faith business negotiations. 

Or maybe this guy is just a dumbshit. Or dishonest.

***** UPDATED *****

Yesterday we had two companies bid the sewer job. Interestingly, they did not find anything in their sewer scope to warrant replacing the line. They could have sold us a job, but were honest.

These companies were reputable. They performed the scope for free as part of the bid. I guess if you are a buyer and pay $165 for a sewer scope they will find something catastrophic.

One of the contractors that I called for advice (not bidding the job so nothing to gain) asked the name of the company who did the buyer's scope and upon hearing the name advised us to "get another scope."

fancy laziness and climate

We learned that the garage was built in 1954.

The garage door opener was then installed shortly after its invention apparently. And last week it failed. Upon inspection there were ground up bits of gears and other artifacts.

Today Bob installed a new garage door opener. This took the better part of the afternoon. It works beautifully and is uber high tech even. It will link up with my Subaru or something.

The forecast is for snow, and his timing was perfect - he finished up as the first flakes began to drift down.

healthy options for stress relief

It has been a very long past six months, and much of it came to a climax this week in the form of panic attacks and breakdowns.

I spent several hours over two days trying to calm one frantic teen having panic attacks. And talked the other down after she blew up in rage because she was so overwhelmed.

I had my own breakdown over the weekend. I think the catalyst was the pending sale of the Vancouver house. It was a huge relief, but also a significant conclusion to a very happy chapter of our life.

Things seemed calmer yesterday. Bob returned from his travels a day early and we counseled the girls about their stress. We also made doctors appointments and agreed to get a YMCA membership so that we all had a healthy option for stress relief.

I asked the girls to list the top stressors that they were feeling and got lists that ranged from boys and prom to graduation and grades, and learning how to manage money and do taxes. One of them even noted that she was concerned about me being alone.

According to an online stress calculator I am experiencing "significant" stress. It is probably pretty accurate. I have been re-reading William Bridge's Transitions, a book assigned in graduate school to the education and MBA candidates.

Stress is a real condition that requires that it be recognized and addressed. Sometimes medically, always physically and mentally with exercise and supportive talk.

And I should probably cut back from 3 pots of coffee a day.

relocation mania and depression, my emotions have gone bipolar on me

Well, it is that time of year again. We are past the New Year's excitement and passing through the doldrums on our way to spring.

This year has been a bit more depressing than usual with the relocation and all. After passing through the manic pace of the move and the chaotic frenzy of workmen we managed to finish off first semester, glide through the holidays and land smack in the middle of *ohmyfukingawd we live in Indiana now*

We finally received an offer on the Vancouver house and are moving towards a closing date. This looming date magnifies the fact that we now live in Indiana, and {loud booming voice} THERE IS NO GOING BACK.

I am not admitting that I have had several daydreams about leaving Bob, sometimes the children, and moving back to Vancouver. The cat is generally riding shotgun in these adventures, she is the only one who listens to me these days.

No, they admit to hearing the Peanuts waa wa waa wa waa come out of my mouth, and then they laugh.

So, I blog them. 

culture shock in my own country

I knew that Indiana would be different from Washington.

I was prepared for the weather and the geography, and I knew there would be some adjustments in day to day life.

But I was not prepared for the culture shock we felt, and still feel, just trying to navigate the town and people. We are in the same country, in a global age, and yet I feel like I have been sucked into some remote country.

I did not realize how "west coast" I was in my philosophy and mannerisms. It is the little things. Lots of little things. And then try being "green" on top of it.

The food is different. Going to the grocery store is similar to learning my way through the markets in Italy, or any other foreign county. Not only are products re-branded, even if they are the same product, but the produce is different, cheese is ungodly expensive, and finding meat that is not injected with something is near impossible.

AND we are gluten free. We had the luxury of living a short drive from the Bob's Red Mill dedicated gluten free facility in Portland, Oregon. And now I am lucky to find any gluten free baking goods other than prepackaged mixes, or rice and soy flours. First, no one uses soy flour in gluten free baking, and with the close connection to diabetes gluten free baking tries to minimize the use of rice flours because of the sugars. I use to bake bread once a week, and now I can't find the flours. 

Now, to be fair, we have discovered Schar products, which I really like because they do not use xanthan gum, and and Udi's products. However, both are terribly expensive, as much as $6 for a loaf of bread. Now, I don't know about you, but that is hard to budget. We also found Chebe products, which are very good and a great substitute for hamburger or sandwich buns, and I have also located a recipe for the traditional Brazilian Cheese bread, Poa de Queijo.

And don't even get me started on finding non-GMO products {sigh}

domestic trailing spouse

While researching "(domestic) trailing spouse" I found "A support blog for those who chose to follow... then started to freak the fuck out"

I think I am there.

Miss Representation - Check it out!

Newest Miss Representation Trailer (2011 Sundance Film Festival Official Selection) from Miss Representation on Vimeo.

The film explores how the media’s misrepresentations of women have led to the underrepresentation of women in positions of power and influence. Please visit the Miss Representation website to find a screening near you.

As the mother of daughters I am all to familiar with the role of media in their lives. It is so ingrained in their culture that it becomes "invisible" to even them.

When the girls were younger we only had network television, primarily for PBS. At the moment we do not have any TV service. But we did have DirectTV for a couple of years, with a DVR. As the girls entered middle school Elle pointed out that they were at a disadvantage culturally not knowing what the other kids were talking about. And she was correct. I firmly believe that my children need exposed to media, but in a controlled and supervised manner. We talk a lot about images, song lyrics and media hype. We discuss marketing, politics and "like" versus respect. Along the way my kids have taught me a few things. I still do not like Lil' Wayne, but I now respect Justine Beiber.

Mara and Elle have laptops and stream their TV shows and movies. But we monitor the viewing and have control over locking out items. Both girls have cell phones, but they do not have data plans and cannot share photos. The modem is turned off at night and the cell phones are put away. In setting boundaries I teach my children how to set their own boundaries, and even priorities. Rosalind Wiseman does an excellent job of explaining the social impact of  these tools in her revised introduction to Queen Bees and Wanna Bees, which I am sure I will discuss in other posts.

...center of the home?

When we first unpacked the kitchen it seemed to make sense where I stored each item. But now it appears there needs to be a reorganization.

Kitchens are a really personal thing. I like a kitchen that is small, but well organized for baking and cooking. I prefer the kitchen to be separate from the dining area and believe in the formal dining space and family table. This is probably a large factor in my preference for pre-war era dated homes.

A lot of people use kitchens for entertaining. Nothing annoys me more than standing or sitting around a kitchen as the center of entertainment in a home. I think that this distracts from the importance of food preparation and the concept of the family table. These are two issues I feel strongly about in today's American culture.

We have learned to expect food to be fast and convenient at the expense of health and nutrition, and we have opted out of the family table where bonds and relationships are built and fostered.

A neighbor once asked us what we were all laughing about one evening, because they could hear us through the open windows that summer as we sat around the table, as a family.

Snail Mail January!

Snail Mail January

This event is really catching on and the excitement is building as all of us 'ol skool types pull out paper and pen and put the USPO to work next month!

Every year I think about replying to all of those holiday letters. Wow! Won't that floor a few people {snicker}

Gluten Free Pancakes, Take 1

Well, DD! has decided that she is going to go to college for business and marketing with an emphasis on entrepreneurship and then go to culinary school for a baking degree, specializing in gluten free baking. And then she wants to open her own gluten free bakery.

Today she tried out her gluten free pancakes.

Gluten Free Pancakes

3 large eggs

1/2 C Teff flour

1/3 C Brown Rice Flour

1 tsp gluten free baking powder

pinch salt

1 C plus 2 Tbs cream (or gf soy cream)

2 Tbs milk (or unsweetened gf soy milk)

2-3 Tbs butter or margarine

1. Beat the egg yolks in a large mixing bowl, then mix in the flours, gluten free baking powder, and salt and stir together. Slowly beat in the cream and milk, gradually drawing in the flours to make a thick, smooth batter.

2. Put the egg whites in a clean bowl and beat until they form stiff peaks. With a large metal spoon, carefully fold the beaten egg whites into the batter until they are thouroughly mixed in. Cover and let stand for 10 minutes at room temperature.

3. Pour 1/2 C of the batter onto a hot buttered skillet. You may add blueberries, chocolate chips or other by sprinkling on top. Cook 2-3 minutes, flip and cook 1-2 minutes more until golden.

Snow!

Our first "real" Midwest snow! Pretty darn exciting for a bunch of kids from the PNW :)

attempting to fall into place

‎"Don't worry about liking Indiana. Just find one or two things about where you live to like - the rest will fall into place." 

1. I like that it is a lot sunnier here than in WA.
2. I like that we are close to Chicago
3. I like the house and find the renovations and garden planning exciting

 ...it will be easier when the Vancouver house sells and I don't have it sitting there to think about running back

How to avoid reality...

I figure, if I only rarely leave the house, say only to go to Chicago, I will not notice that we are in Indiana.

Calcimine Paint

Shortly after removing all of the wallpaper in the house we discovered that we had calcimine paint. I had never heard of the stuff before, so I took off on an internet quest for knowledge. Several of the posts that I read had me shaking in my boots for fear we had taken on a renovation way over our heads! And just after having the hardwood floors refinished and white carpet put down...

But let me back up a little. How did I discover that I had calcimine paint? Well, it started with a Google search for "primer slides off wall."

Oh yes, the day I finally decided to tackle the walls of the teens' study room. I tarped off the furniture, I masked, I sanded, and I started painting on the primer. I was feeling pretty good. And then I noticed the primer was sliding down the wall. I quickly skimmed the paint off the wall the best that I could, trying not to cry. I felt so defeated. I was already overwhelmed by the house. It wasn't suppose to be a project house.

My research soon informed me that we had this stuff called calcimine paint, a whitewash used around the turn of the century which contained limestone, glue binders and water. It came in a powder and was inexpensive to use for decoration and spring cleaning over coal soot near fireplaces (we have a coal fireplace). It could be applied to plaster walls before they were fully cured as well (we have lathe and plaster walls). And then I did the "spit test" rubbing the chalky substance off on my fingers "like chalk from a chalkboard" (yes, old enough to know this feeling immediately). AND modern paint will not adhere to calcimine paint.

I continued my research and found product names and recommended courses of action, and the name of a good local independent paint store. I found a blog documenting a similar renovation and contacted the blogger, who was immensely helpful.

And today we finally made it to the paint store and walked away with a plan of action. I have a paint fan on my desk and color chips spread across the floor. But before anything else I have some walls to wash with warm vinegar water. And then we can begin with the shellac primer.

And I thought the plaster repair was going to be the icky part!

This room, upstairs, is in the roughest shape. We removed a built-in from the wall and exposed a window from the original exterior, now covered after the addition of the screened porch. The walls are stripped down all the way to the calcimine paint. You can see the old solarium flooring, exposed after removing the old carpet.

Eventually this room will become the study room for Elle and Mara.

Midwest Earthquakes

Putting Down Root in Earthquake Country: Your Handbook to the Central United States - 'cause you know this is what I read for fun ;) 

The insurance agent thought that I was just a crazy west coaster when I asked for earthquake coverage on our policy. Well, it's cheap and we are sitting on a major fault line between two rivers. AND we have a higher chance of an earthquake than San Francisco.

Meltdown

I am SO tired today.

I think that I am ready for a meltdown.

And I suspect that it won't be the last.

Uprooted

Today the worm bins went to a good home.

And the houseplants went to various neighbors.

Our last move was all of 7 miles and I took cuttings and transplants and potted plants. This time we are moving 2300 miles and we cannot take plants on the truck.

And I cried.

Surreal Moment

I was called for an interview today.

But they were a bit baffled that I was IN Washington state.

I had mentioned the relocation in the cover letter. And explained that we were packing.

Skype?

She never called back. I would have flown out to interview.

And I would have gone back to teaching art.

Letting go of one dream

I started packing up my office today.

I spent 6 years taking classes and positioning myself for this career.

And just last year I landed my dream job. I taught Natural Resource Conservation with on sight garden and greenhouse labs. Awesome!

I began recycling my files, keeping only those files that I did not have a digital copy.

I passed on boxes of lesson plans and handouts.

And I cried.

Bubbles burst

We knew that we paid too much for the house. Didn't we all back then?

But that was the market then.

And this is now.

Today I met with our banker to set up a loan to cover the loss once we sell the house. After calculating our available cash we estimated that we would need a 18K loan.

Trailing spouse...

Well, my new job title is "trailing spouse." Yep, they actually write that on the loan papers at the bank.

We met with the real estate agent today and signed listing papers. We asked her to be real hardball and give us a quick sell price. We listed at 50K under what we paid for the house, yikes!

Well, it's official

I called and gave notice today.

I was really nervous about making the call and my boss didn't even sound phased. She said she has this type of thing happen all the time.

Well, considering that I did not get a letter of intent for the 11-12 school year until July 1st, hmm...maybe we had to make a decision for our family.

One thing I have learned about this industry, how do we expect anyone to invest in our children when no one will invest in the educators.