Domestic Zen

fancy laziness and climate

2012-01-28T17:25:00.000-08:00

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

2012-01-27T05:25:00.000-08:00

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

2012-01-25T17:00:00.000-08:00

Well, it is that time of year again. We are past the NewYear'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 andall. After passing through the manic pace of the move and the chaotic frenzy ofworkmen we managed to finish off first semester, glide through the holidays andland 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 closingdate. This looming date magnifies the fact that we now live inIndiana, and {loud booming voice} THERE IS NO GOING BACK.

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

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

2012-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00

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

2012-01-20T17:15:00.001-08:00

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

I think I am there.

Miss Representation - Check it out!

2012-01-18T10:21:00.000-08:00

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

The film explores how the media’s misrepresentations ofwomen have led to the underrepresentation of women in positions of power andinfluence. Please visit the Miss Representation website to find a screeningnear you.

As the mother of daughters I am all to familiar with therole of media in their lives. It is so ingrained in their culturethat 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 haveDirectTV for a couple of years, with a DVR. As the girls entered middle schoolElle pointed out that they were at a disadvantage culturally not knowingwhat the other kids were talking about. And she was correct. I firmlybelieve that my children need exposed to media, but in a controlled andsupervised manner. We talk a lot about images, song lyrics and media hype. Wediscuss marketing, politics and "like" versus respect. Along the waymy kids have taught me a few things. I still do not like Lil' Wayne, but I nowrespect Justine Beiber.

Mara and Elle have laptops and stream their TV shows andmovies. 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 sharephotos. The modem is turned off at night and the cell phones are put away. Insetting boundaries I teach my children how to set their own boundaries, and evenpriorities. RosalindWiseman 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?

2012-01-01T10:56:00.000-08:00

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!

2011-12-30T17:42:00.000-08:00

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

2011-12-29T16:57:00.000-08:00

Well, DD! has decided that she is going to go to college for business andmarketing with an emphasis on entrepreneurship and then go to culinary schoolfor a baking degree, specializing in gluten free baking. And then she wants toopen 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 inthe flours, gluten free baking powder, and salt and stir together. Slowly beatin the cream and milk, gradually drawing in the flours to make a thick, smoothbatter.

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

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

Snow!

2011-12-09T05:34:00.001-08:00

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

attempting to fall into place

2011-12-08T11:11:00.001-08:00

‎"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...

2011-12-05T05:28:00.001-08:00

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

2011-12-03T19:35:00.001-08:00

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

2011-11-05T12:58:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-29T12:31:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-28T12:21:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-28T09:27:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-27T12:16:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-27T12:11:00.000-07:00

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...

2011-07-26T12:58:00.000-07:00

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

2011-07-25T15:49:00.000-07:00

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.

Relocation and Hard Knocks

2011-06-01T06:56:00.000-07:00

And just when we thought we had hit our stride and things were looking bright, a dark shadow fell across our lives. My husband's employer began to show signs of economic stress.

Over the course of the next year we began to make contingency plans and create an exit plan. Resumes were updated, trusted colleagues were alerted to the fact that he was "on the market" and we began to get our books in order.

My own job, as a teacher, was unstable. Monthly I would get a reminder that my contract ended on the last day of school. And as the end of school approached I still did not have a contract or letter of intent. The state budget was a mess. They never tell you how disposable teachers are in our society.

We sat there one night watching the clock as one job offer expired, hoping that another would come through in the morning. There was a substantial gap in pay, but one involved relocation. However, the one requiring relocation had a salary that we could survive on, and the other required my salary to make ends meet. And things were still not looking stable.

We decided to take our chances, even if it required a relocation.

My husband started a new job June 1st. He was away from home for a month training. Upon hire we were looking at 3-5 years before relocation, that soon shrank to 12-18 months. It sounded like a long way away.

Upgrade

2007-08-14T12:07:00.000-07:00

When we moved out of Suburbia we upgraded quite a bit.

A smaller lot. And no fence.

One bathroom. Really. With teenage girls.

A one car detached garage. With plans for a greenhouse. Or studio.

The kids walk to school. Uphill both ways.

No garbage disposal. We compost and vermicompost.

No more open floor plan or vaulted ceilings with skylights. Instead, we have crown molding and plaster. And lots of creaks and moans.

And a real fireplace. Not one that turns on with a switch.

This blog will diary the day to day choices we make and the experiences that we have as we take on life.

We lived in Suburbia for a dozen years.

And then we escaped.

We didn't know how stifling it was until we breathed in the city smells and woke to the sounds of trains passing in the night.

We can walk to our life now. Or bicycle.

Annexed and Developed

2007-08-13T11:41:00.000-07:00

When we moved to Suburbia 13 years ago we would wake to a rooster every morning. And then one morning I realized that I hadn't heard the rooster in some time.

And the fields became new developments.

The displaced mole moved into my garden, and we cohabitated for many years.

Our new house is in an "established" neighborhood. This house saw action in WWII.

Real action, as in the influx of families here for shipbuilding jobs.

In some twist of irony this was suburbia here on the hill just above the city 65 years ago.

And at that time Suburbia was farmland.

A Co-op and a Bookmobile

2007-08-12T12:05:00.000-07:00

The town that I grew up in was swallowed by Suburbia several years ago.

When we were young the population sign said 750.

When we were young the town had a co-op and a bookmobile.

Now that town prides itself on upscale stores with valet parking.

When I was young I would spend the summers bicycling all over town, going to the park with friends, or playing ball in the street. We trekked through the fields and spent hours by the pool.