krikketgirl: (Nevah!)
Yesterday I managed to struggle to cram my right foot into my left shoe for several long moments. Later in the day, I managed to totally fumble a reference question and then run straight into a library column.

This summer may be getting the best of me.
krikketgirl: (Spilled)
Hello, coffee, my old friend
I've come to sip at you again
Because my homework loudly calls my name;
You make me feel I'm at the top of my game
And I really need to be awake right now
You show me how
Amid the sound of perking.
krikketgirl: (Amélie)
I just read something I wrote a couple of years ago and MAN. I was funny. I really hope that comes back when my brain decompresses from the glacier that is my coursework this semester.

Poetry!

Jun. 19th, 2011 09:39 pm
krikketgirl: (Signature)
My dreams and plans suddenly mere mysteries
What seemed so sure unravels at the seams
And still I weave

Fingers plucking at what threads remain
Working backward, working the unfinished
Always in hope

Toward that far-off end of the loom
Toward the place the threads will be bound
Toward the looking back at the true design.
krikketgirl: (Advice)
I don't know whether it's more entertaining to watch the birds and squirrels or to listen to Chris and the kids watching the birds and the squirrels. Between accusing moles of forgetfulness and cheering on a young squirrel, and play-by-play color commentary on the behavior of the birds at the feeder, plus rhetorical questions like, "I wonder what a squirrel and a hamster would think of each other if they were to meet," who needs sports on TV?

Wisdom from Chris: "What I need to train those moles to do is to build a French drain in the backyard."
krikketgirl: (School Mean Kitteh)
Decide that teaching a course online means that you don't have to actually communicate with your students. If they wanted to communicate, they would be on campus, right? Right.

Don't bother looking at the text book. You're getting paid chicken feed, anyway. No one will know if you don't actually read the lessons.

Make it clear that you have put as little effort as possible into preparation. Just repost your lesson plans from several years ago, with the date intact. That will communicate to the students that you have better things to do than waste your time revising lessons.

Make instructions vague. Act surprised and offended when students e-mail you with questions, and respond by telling them to read the directions. When they e-mail again, give them a little more information, but do not disseminate corrections or explanations to the rest of the class. If they want directions made plain, they should work for it.

Grade subjectively. You encourage your students to "be creative" and "think outside the box," so you should take the same approach to grading. If the thrust of the lesson was step-by-step techniques, grade on creativity. If the thrust of the lesson was creative implementation, crack down hard on the technical issues. Keep the students off-balance, mentally.

Don't return grades until the last moment. That way students can't use previous comments to shape their future projects and assignments.

Be sure to grade on every technicality and reinforce that you mean business about grammar and spelling, especially if there are several spelling and grammar errors in your lesson outlines and syllabus. That emphasizes that you are a free agent, ready to dole out harsh criticism while avoiding strict adherence to rules of grammar and etiquette yourself.
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Means To An End, originally uploaded by krikketgirl.

The reason I was in a rush to get my driver's license: I needed it to get my new library card!

krikketgirl: (Kat Umbrella)
I may be speaking too early, but this week I have been feeling like I have shaken off some of the Argh!-I'm-moving fog. Oh, sure, there's still some anxiousness (homework! No time! Too much driving! I don't know anyone! I keep locking myself out of the house!), but my heart has felt so much lighter this week.

I worked a great deal at the reference desk, and I felt at least reasonably competent. I had the neatest reference interactions, and I got to be perky and pleasant and helpful. I need another library job, people, just as an aside here.

I walked out of the library and was enveloped in the smell of summer flowers. I led a library storytime and at least half of the kids were paying attention at any one time, which I count as a total win. And I'm home an extra day this week! Bliss!

Judging

Jun. 6th, 2011 07:45 am
krikketgirl: (Haughty)
I was confessing to a friend that I have embarrassingly large number of pairs of shoes in my closet. I know this because I have recently moved and had to organize them, and there are many, many pairs. Anyone looking at my closet would think that I love shoes, but the honest truth is that I pretty much hate them.

Here's the deal: I have big feet. I have wide feet, but a narrow heel. I have almost no arch. Oh, and I have bunions. Being barefoot feels great, but shoes have never been comfortable--not even the way-too-expensive ones I have to buy because of my hard-to-fit feet. If I wear a single pair of shoes for more than a couple of days, my feet hurt. So in order to fit in with society and adhere to business or business-casual dress codes, I have to switch pairs of shoes frequently. Of course, being a woman means I need at least a couple of different styles of shoe to wear with different outfits. Thus, I have an enormous collection of shoes.

I was thinking about how easy it would be to misjudge my reasons for my shoe collection. How easy it is to misjudge someone else's motives or actions when we don't really know them! Let's think about my shoe problem the next time we see someone living in a way that we don't "get." They may have metaphorical hard-to-fit feet, too!
krikketgirl: (Advice)
At some point in the future, the colors in your home will appear to you to be tired and in need of refreshing. Or *shudder* you will need to move again and you will look at homes infested with beige and ecru. You will, I guarantee, think to yourself, "Hey, we can slap a little paint on the walls! It's not hard!"

With that in mind, I offer this handy guideline for your perusal:

Things You Do Not Enjoy About or Are Not Competent With Regarding Painting
  • Opening the paint

  • Pouring the paint

  • Carrying the paint tray

  • Taping

  • Covering the floor and furniture

  • Moving furniture

  • Standing on ladders

  • Avoiding the ceiling

  • Edging

  • Priming

  • Actually painting

  • Cleanup


Things You Enjoy About and Are Competent With Regarding Painting:
  • Choosing the Paint Color


Much love,

Past Katherine
krikketgirl: (Miss Lemon)
1) I am in Ohio.

2) Downloading Firefox has (at least for the moment) enabled me to be able to access LiveJournal from my laptop again!! Woo-hoo!!

3) I feel like a mouse in a maze with all these boxes here.

4) The first week of my practicum went extremely well from the work-experience point of view. It was less-satisfactory from the "Why can't I access course documents??" point of view, as apparently the website has decided that it, too, needs a summer break.

5) Pictures/nonsense forthcoming, but right now I have to work like a rented donkey!
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The Rowlands Are Moving, originally uploaded by krikketgirl.

It's less "folding our tents" and more "packing up the circus".

krikketgirl: (Clean Dirt)
There are a few "lasts" happening today.

Last time to sleep in my real bed in my "old" bedroom.
Last day as a paid employee of the school.
Last day to post in LJ from this house.

I'm ready for the "lasts" to be over and the "firsts" to start:

First time to sleep in my newly-painted "new" bedroom in my regular bed.
First Sabbath service as an official part of the Cincinnati congregation.
First whole week spent in our house (that one will be awhile).
First phone call from a land line in our new house (that, too, will be a little while, I think).

Still lots of hurdles between now and then!

While I'm at work today, our cable will be turned off, so I will be unable to post here unless I can get it to work on my phone (I have not had luck with that to date). I can still read comments, though, and I will be back posting as soon as I can!
krikketgirl: (Spilled)
Not going so well, actually.

Why must there be so many windows in the library??
krikketgirl: (School Apple)
Today I'm thankful for the feeling like I've gotten a second wind, albeit a perhaps-brief one. Yesterday I just felt so fogged over all day, misty with sadness and anxiety and fatigue. Today, I still have those, but they are mingled with the feeling that there is forward motion. No matter how I might feel moment-to-moment, tomorrow is headed my way with a bundle of things to do and see and feel.

Here goes!

Mercy

May. 19th, 2011 06:47 am
krikketgirl: (Clean Dirt)
I was skimming through a book at the library recently, and the gist of the ending was that there were these ghosts who could be harmed by other ghosts, but instead of physical harm it was more an emotional hurt: somehow, the bad ghosts could cause the others to experience all the emotional hurt of things they'd done wrong, times they'd been afraid, things they'd messed up, people they'd let down. The book itself was kind of not my thing, but I was intrigued by this concept.

I struggle with the striving to improve because improvement means being able to look back and see that at one point you were not where you are now. After all, if there is no recognition of need to change, there is no change. It hurts to look back and see places where I slipped, sometimes badly. The resultant resolve to never make THAT particular mistake again feels thin and insubstantial, because I know my propensity for making mistakes is a ravenous and ever-evolving thing. Each day got through may indeed mean one or two less mistakes remain to be made (thank you, Chess), but there seem to be such a plethora to choose from still.

It is through this process, though, that I have learned the importance of mercy. How great a blessing to be surrounded by those with merciful hearts! Mercy is an essential ingredient in relationships. We use mercy when we look at another person and we realize that they are hurting us (or themselves) in ignorance. Obviously, it is best to try to gently clue them in, but sometimes that doesn't work...mercy, then, allows us to love that person anyway, despite their ignorance.

We use mercy when that person comes to themselves, realizes their mistake, and seeks forgiveness. Mercy accepts the apology as something that is special and of value. Mercy allows us to not keep bringing up the old hurts and mistakes.

We use mercy when we allow for a person to change. It is so easy for us, as humans, to cast others in the same category we placed them in at first meeting or first experience. Sometimes, we are still interacting with a person as though they are in the same place they were decades ago--and that is so rarely true! People change for better and for worse, and mercy allows us to keep that open mind; to ask, "Who is this person now?"

Mercy is what allows us to not become like those made-up phantasms, using others' failures as a weapon. Mercy seeks reasons to love, not reasons to dislike. It is mercy that allows relationships to grow beyond mistakes, to be repaired and revitalized. It is an essential ingredient in the human condition.

Reminder

May. 17th, 2011 06:31 am
krikketgirl: (Haughty)
When I had my tonsils removed several years ago, I was very anxious about the whole procedure. I was working at the time for a supervisor who had also had his tonsils removed as an adult, and he recommended that I do something that would be a reminder to me of how scary the process was and that I had gotten through it. He had, he said, stopped shaving his moustache after his tonsillectomy, and every time he looked in the mirror it was a reminder of a scary time that he had overcome.

I ended up buying myself a piece of jewelry: a necklace that would dance and sparkle around my throat and remind me of the fact that a time of fear and pain had brought really good things (in this case, a drastic reduction in the number of throat infections I experience).

There have been some stressful events since then, and occasionally they have been marked by something similar, most by accident. Example: a necklace that Chris bought me when I started my first full-time job. Scary thing with good consequences--fear and hope.

I bring this up because I am sporting a new piece of jewelry these days. Somewhere near the beginning of the current moving turmoil, I bought what I think of as a "swoosh ring." It's a silver adjustable band that hugs my finger, the two arms of it not touching. It's very symbolic to me on a number of levels.

The two arms don't meet, just like I feel like I am not making both ends meet (metaphorically) these days. The space in the middle is the space that I have to trust to be bridged by God.

The two arms are also two pathways that are headed in different directions, symbolic of choices we have to make that will drastically alter the shape of our life.

The two arms are yet one piece, a reminder that Chris and I are still one, even while we're spending so much time apart.

Because of the break in the ring, it is not an infinite circle, like other bands I wear. Instead, it reminds me that hard times, like most other things, are finite, with a beginning and an end.

Someday, this ring will be a reminder of hard times in days past, an encouragement when new hard times come. For now, it is a reminder that no matter how discouraged I feel, God will get us through this and we will come to a time when this particular hard time is just another part of our history.
krikketgirl: (Clean Dirt)
By the numbers:

  • 7 more days of school for the kids

  • 8 more days of work for me

  • 2 more Sabbaths as part of our long-time congregation

  • 12 more days until we move everything out of our house

  • 15 more trips (approximately) back and forth to Cincinnati before July 15th

  • 9 more weeks before we are all four living full-time in the same house again
krikketgirl: (Shelter)
This weekend was truly special. I was so privileged to attend my first General Conference of Elders in Cincinnati. It feels very strange to be welcomed into a wide circle of servants of Christ whose names I have heard for years--men and women who have been role models and mentors and examples, and now Chris and I are part of them. What a humbling experience that is.

But this was not the best part of the weekend. The best part was the lack of negativity. Acknowledgement of hurdles, hard times, predicaments? Yes. But negativity? None. Not in the speaking, not in the conversations, not in the hum of activity. I have rarely felt so uplifted and cared for and inspired.

And in the middle of being reminded to care for others and the immensity of this role that Chris and I have been called to, I was cared for. This transition in our lives does not come easily, and let's confess: I am a ball of emotions at the moment. I cried, I laughed, I had my hand held and I held hands, and I have come away sad to leave but encouraged to keep moving forward and to find ways to share this love I have been shown.

Without love, nothing we do will ever count for anything, will ever change anything, will ever do what needs to be done.

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