A "New" Bike for Don!

Tomorrow will mark the end of my second week of summer vacation.

You'd think a few more blog entries would have shown up by now! But they haven't. I've been busy, and I've been napping. I've been balancing catching up on household projects and taking naps. I'm also having quite a bit of fun.

Speaking of fun... I bought a bike!



Back in April my daughter inherited a bike from her grandpa. His children and grand-children had a "lottery" of sorts, and Danielle got grandpa's bike. Danielle doesn't have a garage, but I do. So I helped myself to Grandpa's old street bike, until I hurt my back riding it. Ouch: for 4 to 6 weeks.

But before I hurt my back riding the bike, I had some fun. I rode the bike four or five times a week. Just short rides around the neighborhood. I was burning calories and having fun doing it.

So, with a recovered back, and a bit of time on my hands, I researched bikes that were easier on the back, but still lots of fun. I discovered a class of bikes called "comfort" bikes. Inspired by the California Beach Cruisers of the 60's, these bikes let you sit up straight, see the road, and offer a big cushy seat over big cushy tires.

I went to a local bike store and did some test rides around the parking lot. I found a winner: an Electra Townie Original 7D for "only" $400ish. I even found the color I liked: vivid blue. Check it out...

But this is not the bike I bought. I can give you 400 or so reasons. I may eventually buy the bike, but I thought I'd better do a reality check with something less pricey. CraigsList to the rescue!

I'd looked on CraigsList for an Electra before, but I had not found one. Then... one showed up about 10 miles away! It now lives in my garage. (Cost: $120)



I've adjusted the seat, the handle bars, and applied some oil in appropriate places. I've started touring the neighborhood again. I'm burning calories and having fun.

I pulled the bike out of the garage tonight to snap a few photos to share here, hence, the somewhat strange lighting... but you get the idea.



Where I live, you can ride a bike year round. Two or three weeks out of the year we have rain, and since my bike lacks fenders, I'll skip those few wet days. But otherwise, barring any further back mishaps... I'm rolling along on my four or five year old Electra Deluxe. It has seven speeds of fun and a chain guard! Woo hoo!

Fathers' Day -- Overheard in a check out line...

I had a lovely Fathers' Day. It resembled many of my other days, which just means I have a lot of lovely days. The highlights of my day were the calls from my grown children, a card from my wife, and a snippet of dialogue overheard at the grocery store.

Mom (to daughter): What shall we get Daddy for Fathers' Day?

Daughter: Let's let him go play golf!

Mom: Oh no. There will be too many dads doing that. Besides, I already told him he has to go to your piano recital.

Hmmm... back in November last year, I wrote a blog entry called "True Love." The post explains how True Love seeks to give appropriate gestures of love.

Obviously the mom in the grocery line missed that post. The little girl either read the post, or didn't need to. She knew what Daddy liked. She loved Daddy and wanted him to have what he liked. Simple as that.

Me? I was in the grocery line... alone... giving my wife the equivalent of flowers. My wife doesn't like flowers... the cats eat them. But she does like it if I'll run to the store and pick up a few things.

Mothers' Day: Fathers' Day: Every day: lovely days.

"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God. And everyone that loveth not, loveth not God, for God is love." (John the Apostle -- King James Version)

Live the dash! Love your people!

(So what's with the picture at the top of the post? My daughter is having twins! She told us on Mothers' Day. So what did she give me for Fathers' Day? An update... twin BOYS! A nice addition to the two daughters they already have. More baby pics in early December?)

My dad, Zen master? Zen gone!

Back on May 17th I wrote a post that began, “I suspect that my dad was a Zen master. He would have denied it. Zen masters always do.”



I wrote the post inspired by a book I’d recently read, The Way of the Peaceful Warrior. The book got me thinking about my own father and the things he taught me. He was, in many ways, my Zen master.

I say “was” because he is “Zen gone.” He died in early December of 1996. I last spoke to him by phone around Thanksgiving. He had gone into the hospital for some tests. It did not appear to be serious, but in a matter of a few weeks his colon ruptured and he died of sepsis. I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, because I was preoccupied at the time.

On Christmas Day, 1996 my wife died. I was out-of-the-loop in my father’s last weeks, because I was tending to my wife who was on hospice care at home after battling cancer for five and a half years.



No one would blame me for not being an integral part of my dad’s last days. I was doing what I needed to be doing. He was in Iowa. I was in California. My mom and sisters were helping him, and my three kids and I were helping Patti. It was the natural order of things. And it sucked.

Back in early May, I went to a family reunion. I wrote several blog entries about the weekend. On my May 5th post, I recounted how I was helped by a talented relative named Katrina. She is a trained Jin Shin Do masseuse, and during a massage she was giving me for a wrenched back, I recalled and released some major grief I was holding on to about my first wife’s death. I had held on to some of that grief because, at the time, I needed to be strong for the kids. I had been holding on to that grief for 12 years. My kids had grown up. I didn’t need to be strong for them anymore. I could let go. And I did.

After the reunion I began to explore acupressure massage therapies similar to Jin Shin Do. I hit upon something called Emotional Freedom Technique or EFT. A quick definition of EFT is “an emotional, needle free version of acupuncture that is based on new discoveries regarding the connection between your body's subtle energies, your emotions, and your health.” I went to the web-site, downloaded the free book, and started practicing EFT.



One night, several weeks later, as I was going to sleep, I was doing EFT and I recalled a regret, “I never was able to properly mourn my father’s death.” I recalled many of the specific aspects of that time: not being there for my mom, not being able to hold my dad’s hand, not being able to tell him I loved him…

And I cried. I mourned his death, 12 years later. I lay there in bed, tears running down towards my ears, until the phone rang. (I jumped out of bed to answer the phone before it woke up my wife Leslie. Ten years ago I remarried. She was widowed as well.)

It was 10:30 at night, but I answered the phone. It was Leslie's brother whose wife had passed away suddenly earlier in the week. He couldn’t sleep, so he’d called. He and I visited. I didn’t tell him why I was up. It didn’t matter. He just needed to talk, so we did. I understood something of his loss and grief.

It was a few days after this mourning for my father that I wrote the first Zen piece on my dad. After the release of the grief, I began to recall and see many positives that had lurked beneath the hurt. More pieces followed. Unknowingly, I had moved on from mourning my father's death, to celebrating his life. I was giving him a memorial service. Who knew?

Well, my readers knew it before I did. I read your comments, and I realized you were right. I was paying him a tribute.

This Zen series has been my way of saying, “I love you Dad. You are loved, and you are missed. I treasure the things you taught me. I’m a better man because you were a good dad.”



Tomorrow is Fathers’ Day. Some of us still have our dads, and some of us are dads. Some of us never had a dad who could be remembered as a personal hero, a Zen master if you will. (If you need some good “dad” memories, you can steal some of mine: I’ll share.)

June is often called the month of grads and dads. If this were a commencement speech, I’d entitle it “Looking back… and looking forward…”

The heart of the message would be “Live the dash.”

We each have a day of birth. We’ll each have a day of death. And someday, we’ll each have those dates etched on a gravestone or plaque. And in-between the dates will be a dash. That’s where we are right now: living the dash.

Be somebody’s hero. Live the dash!

Happy Fathers’ Day!

Creating Life-long Learners: Three Prerequisites

One of the blogs I follow is Digital Lives, Media Musings. The author, Sasha, is a teacher (Head of Media) in a school in England. (He commutes from his home in France.) He’s a great resource to things educational and technical. I like that.

Recently Sasha posted a piece called The Pace of Change. In it he shared a short embedded video called Did You Know 3.0.




I think the video makes a strong case for educators to help students learn the processes of content mastery, in addition to mastering the content. My goal as an educator is to inspire life-long learning.

That's why I often pause at the end of a lesson and pose three questions. These questions are: What did we learn? (content mastery) How did we learn it? (the processes of mastery) and Why did we learn it? (affect/meaning of mastery) These are the prerequisites to creating life-long learners and creative problem solvers. These are questions that students can use to self-regulate their learning and prepare themselves for the unknown future.

The video ends with the question: What does it mean?

To me, as an educator, it means content mastery is insufficient. More important that content mastery is learning to learn (process), and learning to enjoy learning (affect).

So what does it mean to you?

Sasha's post validates for me why teaching content is only 1/3 of the curriculum.

Marriage, Cats, Claws, and Sofas

Goals are funny things. They can provide a compass to simplicity, but they can also introduce an undesired complexity. Here’s the problem:



I am married, and one of my personal affirmations/goals is: I love and nurture my wife.

Nothing wrong with that. I heard Josh McDowell recently say one of the best gifts a father can give his children is to love and nurture their mom. I agree wholeheartedly. In fact, I remember distinctly my dad saying to me, “Son, if it comes down to a choice between you or your mom, I’m choosing her… every time.” That seemed a bit unfair at the time, but he knew what he was talking about. (Zen marriage?)



I am a home owner. Another personal affirmation/goal is: My house and cars are well maintained and cared for.

Because I own stuff, I need to take care of it. Sometimes you can own so much stuff that it seems to own you, but with me, I think I’ve found a good balance. Some time back I replaced my cat demolished sofas for some “gently used” leather sofas. Lovely. I traded up. I got a good deal on Craig’s list. But…



I own cats. Nothing wrong with that either. I own a dog too, but she doesn’t claw sofas. My cats do. I have an affirmation/goal for my pets: I care for my pets.

You begin to see the complexities. I love my wife. She loves the cats, and so do I. We like our stuff, including our new sofas, unfortunately, so do the cats. What is one person to do? (I have an affirmation/goal that ties it all together: My goals are meaningful and in keeping with my core beliefs and values.)

I’ve got core beliefs and values, and they provide me with both direction and challenges. They provoke me to find solutions that don’t violate my myriad of complementary and harmonic inner schemas.

So what to do about the cats slowing poking holes in the new sofa?

What’s a guy gonna do? Research! What have others done?

I found ways to train cats, ways to protect furniture, and most of them aren’t cheap. But I am. So…



I invented a “sticky moat.” Invention is a creative art. Being creative is not creating something out of nothing, only God does that. The rest of us create by mixing up existing stuff in new ways.

I took some old file folders, trimmed off the tab, and stapled seven-inch strips of contact paper face up. I peeled off the non-stick portion of the contact paper, cut some notches in the folders, and built a sticky moat around the chairs and sofas. (The uncovered part of the folders go under the sofa.)



But cats are complex animals. They have needs. A few years ago I bought them a nice three-story cat house that provides a view into the front yard and an appropriate clawing spot. They use it, sometimes. Because my cats are indoor cats, they love the smell of the outdoors. So I took some outside plants and rubbed them on their cat house in order to make it more appealing, even "new." (I also trimmed the cats' nails.)



Cats don’t like citrus smelling things, so I gently rubbed some lemon-scented Pledge on the sofas and chairs.

A three-pronged plan to solve a problem in keeping with my core beliefs! My wife and the cats are happy. My sofas are safe. (I hope.) And my wallet was barely impacted.

Score one for Don!? (I’ll tell you in a few weeks.)

Time Machine: Summer Vacation

Time seems to move slower when you’re young. I’ve wondered why, and I suspected that it had to do with the three-month summer vacation. Toward the end of summer, it would get a little boring and time would seem to drag.



After leaving college, that yearly cycle was broken. I entered the adult world of two to three weeks of vacation a year, plus some paid holidays. I did that for 20 plus years.

Recently I heard the time mystery compared to a roll of toilet paper: it goes slow at first, then it flies off the roll! How can you slow it down?

I’ve found a remedy: ten week summer vacations, plus two weeks at Christmas, plus a week at Easter, and a dozen other days sprinkled in for good measure. Ahhh…

Time. Slows. Down.



Although teaching is often fast-paced, near frenetic, and sometimes borders on being all consuming, it has its perks. One of them is time travel.

I get to travel back in time to a land of summer vacations, spring breaks, and Christmas vacations. This has the effect of slowing things down. I might even get bored… in about eight weeks.

Then I might teach a short summer school. Or not. It depends on if I’m “picked” via the seniority scheme. But, either way, I’m on the brink of summer vacation. Ten, long, time-bending weeks.



I have few plans, fewer commitments, but lots of time to tinker, explore, relax, nap, garden, learn, spend time with my wife, visit friends, play racquetball, read some books… I might even get bored. I’ve got the time.

Score!

The end is near!

The end of the school year is near: one week from today! Oh yeah.

A year ago I applied for a transfer to an open position at an elementary school within the school district I work for. I immigrated to a “new world.”



As with any immigration, sociologists will tell you that there are “push” factors and “pull” factors. There are things that push you to leave one place and pull you to a new place. Change is difficult.

Change involves risk. Risk can lead to loss. But risk is often a prerequisite to reward. I feel rewarded.

The rewards of my immigration are mostly about the students who I’ve had the privilege of hosting this year in my classroom: a learning zone.

My students learn about math, English language arts (ELA), how to be better students, and how to take responsibility for their own futures.



Later in the summer I’ll be looking at math and ELA test scores to see how my students progressed. I’ll reflect on my instruction. I’ll consider how to improve my program.

The more difficult assessments involve measuring the changes in my students in the areas of becoming better students and becoming more responsible for their own future. These measures are more anecdotal, subjective, and more important.

The sense of personal reward I feel are not just the gains I can see in math and ELA, but in the young people who have repeatedly crossed the threshold into my classroom and entered my circle of influence.

I can recall students’ faces, names, personalities, changes, improvements, breakthroughs, and milestones. I aim to make a positive difference in students’ lives that they will recall 30 years from now. I aim for the stars, and I aim to inspire.

It’s not always easy. It’s not without frustrations, irritations, and annoyances. It is work.

But this “new world” has afforded me the opportunity and privilege to make a difference. It’s not that I didn’t have the opportunity or effect in my previous school. Wherever I go, there I am.

I am just so glad and so grateful that I’ve gotten to continue my journey for another school year in a great place, working with great people, and working for the young people who I’ve come to know, love, and respect.



I’m also glad that my first year at my new school is almost over, so I can rest, rejuvenate, relax, and return for a new beginning: next year!

But for now I’m happy because… the end is near!