Differently Surreal

The kids and I just got back from a birthday party.  We had a great time, but only now–now that I am no longer trying to corral my kids in a public space while smiling–am I finally understanding two puzzling conversations.

When I was talking with two fathers of the 5yo set, both guys asked several questions about my husband (who is currently in another state).  Only now does it occur to me to want to ask, “What makes you think I have a husband?”  I’m glad that didn’t occur to me earlier, since it would be good to be cordial, at least 🙂

Both guys also asked what my husband did for a living.  When I told them he recently started teaching at Asbury, they were clearly confused, since I told them we moved here three years ago.  Only now does it dawn on me that they hadn’t realized I have been working here for three years.  Sigh.  I guess it’s a sign of my warm and welcoming department that it’s been quite a while since I’ve had to be alert for stay-at-home-parent assumptions in ordinary conversation.  I’m glad I wasn’t alert earlier today, since I would have been able to clear up the confusion then and there, but I might have lost a new acquaintance or two in the process.

Erin

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Surreal

When I’m dropping Nathaniel off at school today, he mentions he has a new teacher who’s living in the dorms.

“Oh, so she’s a student at Asbury?”

“Yeah.  She’s learning stuff . . . like how many angels dance on a pin.”

Now I’m paying attention.  “Did she say that?”

“Nope.  Nobody said that.  Mom, how many angels can dance on the head of a pin?”

(I think about whether to deflate this vision of medieval theological debates, since my resident medievalist has assured me it’s absolute fiction, but decide against it) “Honey, God hasn’t told us just how big angels are.”

“Maybe you should ask Google, Mom.  Google will know.”

!!!

Erin

 

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Sydney’s assessment of Erin

“You were just slurring words together.”

Apparently I don’t even need drug or alcohol impairment.  I get in my own way just by talking fast and being a bit distracted.

Erin

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The youngest member of our family turns 5

For his birthday, Nathaniel got to pick the menu.  Strawberry shortcake topped his list, followed by chopped veggies (he particularly wanted snap peas) and hummus.  I’m wondering if our kids should always plan our meals: two equally-sized bowls of veggies and dessert sounds great!

“So, Nathaniel, what is so great about turning five?”

“You get harder worksheets.”

Really, kiddo?  “Anything else?”

“You’re closer to six.”

Well, okay.  “Anything else?”

“You get pencils.  From school.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is five in a nutshell, from its newest member.

Erin

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Projects in the Yard

Sydney looked to be working on the playground (he’s adding monkey bars), Katherine made a phone out of a wooden block, and Nathaniel was thrilled to find something he could use as a hammer, “Just like Dada’s.”

Erin

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A Certain Slant of Light

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
‘Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
— Emily Dickinson
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I always look forward to Emily Dickinson when I teach American Literature in the fall.  I save her poems for the final week of class, since then I don’t have to assign much reading when my students are at the end of their mental rope.  But every time we meet to read and discuss her poetry it blows my students’ minds (and mine) just when we think we’ve been getting a handle on American literature.
This year I’ve had a chance to double down on Dickinson.  Our students asked me to teach a course on women writers, and, not wanting to follow tradition and turn that into a course on the history of feminism, I looked around for another way to set a great list of women writers apart from the other works we teach.  “American Women Tell It Slant,” as I’ve called the course, has been a great chance to drink deeply from Dickinson and a lot of other writers who do things differently, whether because of their life experiences, their social opportunities, or their own whimsy.  The planning and reading for the course have left me walking around a bit dumbstruck and considering things from odd angles.  Like my own kitchen.
Erin

 

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Seed Packets, Courtesy of Katherine

Yes, Sydney is already raring to go with this year’s garden.  Yes, it’s only early February.  But it was also 50 degrees today and Katherine ended our morning hike with her jackets tied around her waist.  So you can see why the poor man is tortured!

Erin

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exactly

Katherine: “I may have to stay home from school on Monday for no reason because of the snowstorm.”

I see she’s already got Kentucky nailed.

Sydney

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Making big bubbles on a school field trip

 

Erin

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Ah, this spring

Sydney’s at a conference this weekend in Lexington–for sustainable agriculturalists.  He’s been enjoying the talks, but he’s also highly amused at the contrast between academic and agricultural conferences.  As he headed out this morning he reminded me that he’d be home late because of the conference banquet, and when I looked askance at his jeans, he shrugged: it’s a banquet, but it’s for farmers.  This from a man who frequently left our house in Oxford in a tux!

Sydney and I both have spring fever, which is making it hard to satisfy all of the things we want to do.  He has several conferences this spring, and is teaching three classes–all new preps.  But even our mailman has figured out that there’s a gardener in the house, since nearly every day he’s delivering glossy seed catalogs or boxes of seeds to our house.  Sydney’s planning some projects for the front of our house, which will make our neighbors happy (all of them have the Kentucky-golf-course look down and must think  our wilder look a bit odd), monkey bars for the kids’ playground, and lots of fruits and veggies in the backyard. I believe raspberry bushes and rhubarb were on his list, so I’m happy.

I think I was all set to ignore everything but basic upkeep in the house until summer, but Sydney’s projects have rubbed off on me.  He re-framed the patio doors (which had a wide gap to let cold air in!), so I needed to paint the frame so that they matched our woodwork.  But once I had a bucket of nice crisp white paint in my hands, I wanted to freshen up the off-white paint that covers almost half of our kitchen.  So, one weekend at a time, I’m tackling that.  I don’t see a huge difference (except for covered-up dings) in the day, but, wow, at night, it’s great not to have everything look yellow in the overhead lights.  Although I have now painted a few rooms, I’ll admit that I’m not particularly good at this job.  Drips and brush strokes notwithstanding, I’m usually just happy if the wall looks cleaner and less dingy than before.  If I keep at it, our house may eventually leave the seventies and nineties (the last two re-dos, clearly) behind!  With Mom’s help I also outfitted my cedar chest with a bench cushion and fun pillows, so we now have a new reading nook in the house.  But I really need to focus on work.  I have a new, fairly demanding course on my hands in addition to my usual classes, and I’m trying to get my book out to publishers.  I’m also giving a chapel address to the entire student body in two weeks, on a topic that is part of a new project of mine that I haven’t really started.  So, it’s about time I do!

Katherine and Nathaniel have been great recently.  They’ve shaken off the crabbiness that comes with the usual colds and sleep deprivation of winter (though we’ve been really lucky so far this year), and they played really nicely together this afternoon while I painted in the kitchen.  Sometimes it really helps to just tell them to buzz off; they get much more creative and cooperative with each other.  I ran circles around the playground at the park this morning, and from what I could gather they were playing a game that involved giving each other wedding gifts.  This afternoon, Katherine made Nathaniel a bed on the floor and they rehearsed some scenes fromThe Little House on the Prairie.  This went pretty well as long as she showered him with attention.  He was less keen on the bossing-around bits, so she wisely toned those down.

And yes, it’s spring, for all intents and purposes.  Kentucky may have flirted with zero degrees last week and gotten a foot of snow, but it was almost 60 degrees today, and all but the most stubborn piles of snow are gone.  Such lovely weather coming up, it’s too bad we’re all going to spend so much of it in our classrooms.  I’m guessing we’ll be ducking out of our offices early for afternoon hikes soon.

Erin

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