An open letter to the Victorian Department of Education regarding the Draft Education Regulations 2017

21 December 2016

Dear Sirs and Madams:

The Victorian Department of Education has before it Draft Education Regulations that would, in part require registered home-schooled families to:

  • wait for permission before removing children from school
  • submit a plan to Victorian Registration and Qualifications Authority (VRQA) for approval as part of registration process
  • submit to reviews by the VRQA on a ‘random sample’ basis by the VRQA.

My question is: Why? What problem is this plan designed to solve?

The claim in the Regulatory Impact Statement (RIS) is that Victorian Education do not “have enough data about quality of homeschooling education in this state”.

In a thinking organisation that requires data, research is done before regulations are enacted. Since you are entrusted with the education of our children, I have to assume that yours is a thinking organisation, and so I have to wonder what it is that you re truly trying to accomplish.

It alarms me that the VRQA intends to further infringe on the educational autonomy of registered home-schooled families, with measures can not serve the stated purpose and are thus unjustifiable, while resources that could be used for the education of those children whose welfare has already been entrusted to the public school system of the state of Victoria will be squandered by the addition of the expenses and work load required by these proposed measures.

I agree whole-heartedly that every child deserves the best possible education, but those who value Universal education must carefully steward the limited tax-payer resources available to provide for those who would drink at the public well. The eager, publicly educated student will be ill-served if we squander the limited resources we have for the education of the children of this state on the new staff and infrastructure that would be required to collect, evaluate, and maintain the new homeschool registration information.

There is no evidence to suggest that home-education in Victoria is broken. There is, on the other hand, evidence published every day, in the newspapers comment columns and online conversations, to suggest that the standard set for functional literacy by the public schools in Victoria is not excessively high.

When I first began my study of pedagogy in the late 1970s, one of the first things I learned was that there are dozens of successful methods of approaching the education of young people, and that all of the methods work better for some children than for others, and that no one method is ideal for every child. I also learned that the one thing required by any method for successful learning is internal motivation by the scholar. Young people learn best and remember most when they are motivated to learn for their own reasons.

That means that even the very best of public schools can only successfully reach and engage the majority of children. Large group education can not reach every child; that is the nature of the human condition. Group education has to teach to the middle ground, in depth, in speed, in complexity. Some children will be bored when they catch on too quickly.  Some children will be left behind when the majority grasps the material more quickly in the style it is presented.

Homeschooling families, with their very small class size, are better suited to conveying a style of education at an appropriate speed and depth, best suited to their own scholars, especially when those scholars fall on either end of whichever continuum you might want to evaluate. Already, in designing an education for my single child over the last nine years, I have had to change course several times to keep pace with his development in unexpected directions; something that is simply not feasible in large scale education.

Home-educators tend to be “can do” people; people who see a problem and work toward a solution rather than waiting for someone else to fix it. This is the very sort of problem solvers that Victoria, and Australia, needs. Surely there can be no fruitful end to an endeavour that would burden an already under-functioning system, and present one more barrier for the kind of autonomous, enterprising families we need so badly in our state.

Please reconsider these regulations.

Attached is my point by point discussion of the proposed regulations.

Commentary on the Draft Education Regulations 2017 as it applies to Homeschool Families

Misti Anslin Delaney
Parent Educator

Homeschooling in Victoria is about to get more difficult

We started our homeschool journey in Michigan – a pretty excellent place to homeschool. There were a few completely reasonable rules, but no registration, no check in, and no hassles. Parents in Michigan are assumed to be competent and to have the best interests of their children at heart. The laws are written so that, in cases where this is not true, there are protections for the children, as it should be.

A couple of years ago, we moved to Victoria, where homeschooling parents were also respected and trusted to be competent and to have the best interests of their children at heart.

We were required to register, and again, there are rules about what we must cover, but it all seemed quite reasonable.

Then, last month, as the Christmas and summer holidays were beginning, the board of education released a sneaky new set of proposals. Sneaky because they were quietly posted online with no fanfare, no notification to registered homeschooling families, and timed for when everyone could be assumed to be distracted.

Also sneaky in that they are written in such a broad, vague way that it’s hard to get your mind around what, exactly, they are proposing to require. Only around the third read, and a good think about the impact statement, did things start to jump out at me. (Be aware that the link automatically downloads the file onto your computer. I couldn’t find a less intrusive link.)

Worse, most of the “rules” are in the impact statement, rather than the regulations, meaning that they can be “tweaked” (rewritten) without any notification or consultation.

I am, of course, hard at work on a letter to the responsible parties and their bosses.

I don’t expect to be too badly effected by the new rules in the short term. I am an experienced homeschooler, registered for the third year, a reasonably organized person with a fairly coherent plan. My unschooling friends and new homeschoolers have more to be concerned about in the short term, because the rules are completely antithetical to natural learning and there will be a steeper learning curve for them.

In the long term, however, this could be very bad news for all Victorian homeschoolers – and we may find ourselves looking at New South Wales and their comprehensive oversight as a relatively easy place to homeschool.

These proposals stink of deception and power grabs. Lets hope the authors simply didn’t stop to think things through, and that the well-being of the children is, as they say it is, the primary impulse here.


It would appear that the blog is working again!

Thanks to Rodney, Dave, and Steve!

Now let’s see whether I can get back into the habit of posting….

This photo is from our most recent photo walk. Jack and I have been taking semi-weekly photo walks lately.  He has become far more discerning, and we have started to swap cameras. I take the little point and shoot and he takes the big, fancy camera every other walk.

Most recently, we escorted a group of homeschoolers on a photo walk – something we may try again sometime because it went pretty well. I took this photo with my phone, because no one had charged the “point and shoot” battery lately and it ran out of charge a dozen photos into the walk.  The technical quality isn’t very good because I tend not to use my phone as a camera very often, but I like the photo.

Oh, cool!  We’re back on-air!  I am so happy!!!

Lucky to be Alive

I figured it is about time I told the story of the strokes I have survived. I have suffered 4 strokes that I know about. Some have left me permanently altered, some have not.

Stroke 1- December 2012.

I call this a stroke because it remains with me to this day, but in the grand scheme of things it really does not present as much inconvenience. I lost sensation in the ball of my left foot somewhere around December 15, 2012, by December 19 I was in hospital having an MRI. The doctors said it was probably a TIA and that it would rectify itself in a week. 4 years later I still have that symptom. They identified quite a few damaged spots and recommended that I take blood pressure medication. I tried several medications at that juncture, but I found the mental slowness that all of them induced to be intolerable. A bill for $60,000 of which we had to pay $8,000 deterred me from going back to hospital to be told nothing very much again.

In time, I had more or less forgotten about that incident, though I was on a bunch of natural supplements which brought blood pressure down a little, but nowhere near enough.

I had always said that I did not want us to be in the USA for the 2016 US Presidential election. So we began plan in earnest to emigrate sometime in 2015, maybe early 2016.

Stroke 2- November 2013

This is where things get serious! I went to bed one afternoon with a very bad flu. When I woke up, next day my entire left side was paralysed. “How do I get to the loo?” was my first thought. I figured that if I jammed my left leg and locked the knee, my bones would hold me upright, so that’s what I did. It was nearly a week before I ventured downstairs, by which time I was getting good enough at jamming my leg to drive our (manual transmission) car. Rather than letting it go, I insisted on using my left hand wherever possible, and slowly some utility returned. It took at least 3 months before I could take our stairs in succession, but at that point I did so very gingerly. To this day, my left side is less capable than it was, but it is slowly improving. I did not see the point in going to hospital to be told what I already knew. I would, and did, work this out by myself. I did not need another $60,000 bill to deal with.

Stroke 3- May 2014

As if things were not serious enough at this point, they just got a whole lot worse! I went to the movies with my wife and son to celebrate his 11th birthday. When I walked into the theatre, I could talk just fine, when I came out, I was unable to talk at all! (And no, the movie was not that good!) My son, who had been in my at-home care from the time he was 6 weeks old, knew what I was thinking, even if I could not say it. He acted as translator while I figured out how to talk again! It was like somebody had put a 2 inch section into my tongue while I wasn’t paying attention. I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not say it. Again I was not going back to the hospital to be told what I already knew.

I began looking for speech therapists to no avail at all. It was during this time that I decided to head home to Australia where health care is less of a crap-shoot and they ‘understand the question’. I had started to discuss this with my wife, but we still had a family trip to take and I was going to do it! (She suggested I stay home, but I refused.)

At this stage I could not walk 200 yards without stopping to rest.

Stroke 4 – July 2014

We went to a family gathering in upstate New York from our home in Michigan. This was to be our last family reunion before we emigrated. On the way, we called in on a dear friend who has since passed on. I think we took the last photograph of her alive!

We were due to travel back home to Michigan on my birthday, so we celebrated early. It was during that trip that I told my wife she would have to take the wheel, because I was having trouble driving on the “wrong side of the road and the wrong side of the car” (I am from Australia, but I had been driving without trouble in America for 13 years!!)

I call that ‘stroke number 4’ and my Australian neurologist seems to think that it was. I had one last professional commitment to fulfil, which I did the following Saturday night. I drove to a gig an hour away, and home, then I hung up my keys for good. I had to concentrate way too much to drive that night. I am glad I got away with it.

So here I was, unable to speak in more than a whisper (I had worked out pronunciation, but still had not learned projection) and unable to drive without second-guessing myself. It was time to call my family for help. Within a day, I had a place to stay at home in Australia and someone to stay with me at all times.

Within 5 days, we had figured out how to pay my air fare home and I was ready to fly out in September of 2014. My wife and son would tie up the loose ends of our life in America and join me later.

I have never travelled well, being unable to sleep in a moving vehicle makes a difficult 30 hour trip into a gruelling feat of endurance. I was a basket case by the time I reached the other end.

Within a week of arriving, I had seen a medical doctor and had appointments with many specialists. We were going to see what damage had been done and what we could do about recovery! An MRI showed the 4 strokes , 2 clots and 2 bleeds. At least here the medical establishment were not going to be putting their hands out at every turn for money. I believe I had to pay one bill for $200, everything else was covered by medicare. The speech pathologist was brilliant. She had me ready to deliver a 2 hour online lecture in November 2014. I still speak with a bit of a slur, specially when I am tired, but I can make myself understood.

There was a period between Stroke #3 and early October 2014 where I could not understand a paragraph of written text. I could read every word, but I could net tell what they meant. That particular debility rectified itself as quickly as it had disappeared. One minute I could understand nothing, the next minute it was as clear as a bell. Just because I could understand it did not mean I could remember writing it. It was quite novel to read something I had written many years before and not recognise it as my own work until I read the by line.

Anti-hypertensive drugs slow my mind down, there is no arguing about that. I take them now because I do not want the strokes to continue. I have noticed, though, that my mind is pretty much as agile as it ever was, it is just translating what I know into language or movement has become arduous. Whether it is writing or speaking, it is all difficult but it continues to get easier as time passes. Anti-hypertensives also mess with my body’s thermostat. I get extremely cold when most folks are a bit cool, I also get extremely hot when most folks are just warm.

Singing has helped me no end. I was a choral singer before stroke #3, and I wanted to get that ability back. I can sing without slur or accent! It uses a different part of the brain than does speech. Working with ‘Stroke a Note’ choir has helped me to find my confidence again.

If I have a pet peeve, it is being “infantilised” by well meaning folks who figure that I am disabled, therefore they have to do everything, including think, for me. I am less physically agile than I once was, and we need to make some allowance for that, granted. I am as mentally agile as I ever was, just expressing my thoughts is more difficult than it used to be.

I consider myself lucky to be alive, being that my brother, my father, and my grandfather all died before their 56th birthday, and I had stroke number 4 around the day I turned 55.

I have always believed that we make our future, that nothing is fated. Had things worked out differently, I might have died in the midst of all this, but I believe I made a decision many years before which meant that this would be a difficult time rather than a deadly one.
So here I am, two and a half years past my last stroke. I walk with a cane, but hey, I can walk and 3 km is not out of reach these days! I speak with a strange accent, but hey, I can speak! My reflexes aren’t what they used to be, but I still have them! Life is good. Occasionally I have to remind my legs that they are walking and would they please continue. Moving from sitting to standing and from standing to sitting are still challenging. Talking and walking are very deliberate processes these days. Nothing is impossible, but it is truly just not worth the effort sometimes.

I occasionally come across folks who like to whine about this or that. I must confess to feeling a little smug when I think “hey, we woke up this morning, let’s not waste our life wondering what might have been.”

Rodney’s Most Amazing Brownies

For Jenn and Joe


  • 10 tablespoons of coconut oil
  • 1 1/4 cups of sucanat or coconut sugar
    (we have reduced it to 1/2 cup, but start here)
  • 3/4 cup teaspoons of organic unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon of pink salt
  • 1/2 vanilla bean
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/2 cup of almond meal
  • 2/3 cup of walnut or pecan pieces or chocolate chips (optional)


Position a rack in the lower third of the oven.

Preheat the over to 325.

Line the bottom and sides of the baking pan with baking parchment, leaving an overhang on two sides.

Combine the butter, sugar, cocoa, and salt in a medium heatproof bowl and set the bowl in a wide skillet of barely simmering water. Stir from time to time until the butter is melted and the mixture is smooth and hot enough that you want to remove your finger fairly quickly after dipping it in to test.

Remove the bowl from the skillet and set aside briefly until the mixture is only warm, not hot.

Scrape the vanilla bean and stir in the vanilla paste with a wooden spoon. Discard the vanilla shell or put it aside for making vanilla sugar.

Add the eggs one at a time, stirring vigorously after each one.

When the batter looks thick, shiny, and well blended, add the almond meal and stir until you cannot see it any longer, then beat vigorously for 40 strokes with the wooden spoon or a rubber spatula.

Stir in the nuts, if using.

Spread evenly in the lined pan.

Bake until a toothpick plunged into the center emerges slightly moist with batter, 20 to 25 minutes.

Let cool completely on a rack.

Lift up the ends of the parchment or foil liner, and transfer the brownies to a cutting board. Cut into 16 or 25 squares.

Chocolate note:
Any unsweetened natural or Dutch-process cocoa powder works well here. Natural cocoa produces brownies with more flavor complexity and lots of tart, fruity notes. I think it’s more exciting. Dutch-process cocoa results in a darker brownie with a mellower, old-fashioned chocolate pudding flavor, pleasantly reminiscent of childhood.

Happy New Year 2016

Hmm, that was a much longer hiatus than I had planned.  Actually, I hadn’t planned on a hiatus at all.

The last year has been a whirlwind of adaptation, change, and re-adaptation.  All in all, it’s been a wonderful year, but such an enormous change was bound to be stressful, no matter how good.

We are coming up on the one-year anniversary of Jack and I arriving here. In some ways the time has flown – and in others it feels like we’ve always been here.

By February we had worked out the bus system, Jack had joined a dojo and a the local chess club, and life started to get busy.  The original dojo Jack had joined was a massive affair with one instructor and dozens of students.  It was very different from his Isshinryu experience, but it was also a very long way away, so in April he changed dojos to a much smaller one where he works more closely with his instructor and we don’t have to spend four hours traveling to get him there.   They also meet three nights a week, as opposed to only Saturday morning, and Jack regularly attends two of those.

I did take the photography class.  It was a lot of fun!  For six months I concentrated on photography and I got pretty decent.  However my class ended in early December, and I have taken few photos since my exhibition – and for some reason, they haven’t been very good pictures.  Oh well, I learned a great deal and I will pick the camera up again in the new year.  It’s been nice not to HAVE to do shoots every week for a few weeks.

One of the expected challenges of moving to a completely new culture has been the whole food issue.  We eat funny.  I have spend the best part of the last 12 months exploring the foods here, looking for safe versions of packaged foods and tracking down completely pastured meats. We have found a wonderful farm market and a pastured meat delivery service, so the basics are covered. We also have a lovely greengrocer and an IGA a very short walk from our new home, which covers most of the rest. But the exploration process – and a really bad and long lasting case of indulgence – has had some less than ideal effects on my health.

After 20 years of close control of my diabetes, I am having some complications – due almost entirely, I’m sure – to my indulgence in “cafe culture”. I stopped having gluten free treats with my coffee when we’re out and about a few months ago, but I think my blood sugar must still be very high because my feet have been getting numb after meals that have even a little too much carbohydrate.  I have a lot of work to do! (My glucometer broke about six months ago, and I have only just gotten the paperwork done to apply for a new one.  Foolish of me, but it’s done now. I will eventually have a new one and can test my blood sugar experiments and get control back.)

In September, we moved from Ann’s house, down the hill to share a house with Trudi – another of Rod’s sisters. Our new home is around the corner from Rod’s mother and his third sister, Karen, which is very, very cool! I have had a marvelous time getting to know this side of Rods family better.  It’s also been great to unpack the boxes that waited in Rod’s mother’s garage for us to move down here. Not surprisingly, we are finding that some things from the boxes “went astray” – and some of the boxes had clearly been unpacked and repacked.  Putting things in different boxes than they came from was a dead give-away. Oh well – almost a year between packing and packing means that it may be years before I am sure what’s missing, and the emotional impact come largely from the impossibility of replacing things until I am working again.

The higher rent on a bigger house has also presented us with some challenges.  Pensions are not established with whole food diets in mind, so most weeks the money is gone once we have our groceries.  I’m not wildly enthused about going back to being poor and have begun to investigate how I might make some extra income while Rod still needs me to be home.

Jack’s exciting news is that he is now working.  He tutors chess at a private girl’s school in Melbourne for a couple hours per week.  He REALLY enjoys having an income of his own and he has bailed us out on more than one occasion when the budget came up short. His studies are continuing smoothly  – and I have joined him in his math studies.  I never got a very good math education, so a few years ago, I picked up his curriculum and started working through it.  He’s still far ahead of me, but I am making progress.  I recently completed the elementary section and started on the middle school section  – and since he does one chapter each day and I do two or three, I may eventually overtake him. (Or not.  he seems to understand math better than i do and I consider it possible – or probable – that I will come to a point where I slow way down just to understand.

In other exciting news, Nerida and Connor have come to spend the new year celebrations with us! Our first house guests!  It’s so very, very good to catch up with them again. The only problem is that its made me very aware of how much I miss our weekly dinners together. Sadly, they will head back to Sydney this weekend.

It’s 3:30am. I think I’d better get some sleep. I’m sure there’s more, but I wouldn’t be able to write about it coherently at this point….

Food in Australia (by Jack)

In Australia in the 1900’s, the menu was slightly different than it is today:

In the 1900’s

Australia’s main production was wool back in the 1900’s, so it isn’t surprising that the average breakfast usually included lamb, sausages, and/or bacon and eggs. [Which has been a staple for Britain since the 1600’s.]

For lunch, bread and jam was the normal food, and the tradition seems to have stuck.

Dinner was wider in variety, but it usually consisted of “meat and three veg”. Finally, dessert was typically either rice custard or steamed pudding.


Breakfast today mainly consists of cereal or bacon and eggs, but pancakes and waffles are also fairly popular.

Lunches are usually either sandwiches or take-out food.

Dinner is quite often had in restaurants, and usually includes hamburgers, steaks, or some other type of meat. And dessert is typically very sweet, like ice cream, or over-sweetened cake.

Over to you; which would you rather have, and why?

Globalization (by Jack)


When you say the word “globalization” on the internet, you are almost bound to have started an argument between people who want to look intelligent, but really have no idea what they, or you for that matter, are talking about. Of course, saying pretty much anything else on the internet will result in the same thing, but globalization is actually a rather important subject, and should be treated as such. So, I am writing this essay, partly because I have to do it for school-work and partly because I think that it is a subject worth writing about.

Now, the essay…

Globalization and the Subsets Thereof

Globalization is made up of several subsets:

 Free Trade

Possibly the most talked about aspect of globalization, free trade is the phrase we use to express corporate expansion, in some cases, corporate exploitation. (Have you noticed that pretty much everything is made in China? I mean, America is still the world’s leading source of cotton, but most cotton clothing is still made somewhere in Asia…) Free trade technically allows countries to produce what they produce best with little to no tariff, essentially making the whole world Marxist. (Not that there is anything more wrong about Marxism than Capitalism, but Marxism, just like any type of government, isn’t fool-proof. [Sigh… I probably just angered half of the people reading this…]) Anyway, this works fine until you introduce people.

Okay, suppose we have two countries, A and B. A produces a lot of oil, but doesn’t produce much in the form of food. B produces a lot of food, but lacks oil. B can blackmail A by cutting off A’s food supply until A gives them twice the oil that they did before, leaving B nice and cosy in their oil-guzzling cars as A struggles with both food and oil.

Pretty nasty, right? Therein lies the flaw of free trade. Now, suppose B wanted to sell food more cheaply. The solution is simple: sell less of the actual food, and instead fill it with all kinds of cheap, tasty chemicals made in a laboratory. Of course, not all of these chemicals are safe and A inevitably starts to lose people to strange illnesses. But A is so enamoured with the idea of more food for less money that they irrationally put the blame on airborne viruses, oil fumes, anything except the cheap food. And they cannot allow it to be proved that it is the food that is making the A population sick, so those few who do ask questions are quickly silenced. Keep in mind that A is still giving B twice the oil that they had originally been giving them. So you end up with A working their hides off, while dropping like flies. And the population of B are still happily chugging along in their cars, and eating good food, and leading good lives. And here’s the thing: most of the B population don’t know what is happening, because they know A only as a vague place that gives B its “fair share” of oil. The leaders/representatives of B don’t want the rest of the population of B to know what is going on, so they edit the school curriculum to give future generations bias-loaded impressions of A, and label it as a “new, innovative form of education”.  So we have the population of B in a state of blissful, luxurious ignorance, while we have the population of A in a state of exploitation.

Free trade allows this to happen fairly easily. I, personally wouldn’t want to live on that planet, or, for that matter, in that theoretical reality. Would you? Give it some thought.


On the other hand, globalization also allows people to experience other cultures by way of air travel and television. However, there is a loophole in the television idea as well. Have you seen many movies set in Asia? How many of those movies involve actual life in Asia? How many showed the stereotypical shirtless Asian dude doing martial arts? And how many movies have you seen set in the US or England? How many of those thousands showed a white dude with his shirt on heroically saving the day, calmly solving a mystery, or discovering some sickening truth about something or other? The stereotypes are overwhelming. And the scary thing is – most of us let them wash over us as if they aren’t there. Television doesn’t help with this problem in the slightest.

Of course, the situation isn’t totally polarized yet – you can easily find a movie featuring an old Asian guy giving sage advice to people that need it. (The Karate Kid, anyone?) And you need not look any farther than Chuck Norris and Arnold Schwarzenegger to find big white men mindlessly bashing each other to bits. (Alright, I’ll admit – Schwarzenegger is European, but he’s still white, and he was the Governor of California for a while. Does that count?) Of course, this says nothing about the actors themselves, but it says a whole lot about the stereotypes that they represent.

There are many other stereotypes that I could happily waste your whole day with, but as long as you have gotten the point, I’ve fulfilled my task.


However, as I have said, globalization allows people who are curious about other cultures to travel around the globe and learn about them. People can put up fund-raisers on the internet and other places to help people in need living in other countries. However, we must keep in mind the horrors of the Ku Klux Klan, the American slave trade, the Holocaust, and 9/11 as just a few things that hateful people have done to people from other cultures. (It should be noted that the Ku Klux Klan is still active and fighting for white supremacy, and that slavery is also active in some parts of the world.)

Multi-National Corporations

Globalization allows multi-national corporations to thrive everywhere. In fact, globalization is the reason that you can hardly go a block in any populated city without seeing at least one McDonalds and/or 7-11. This can be a good thing as far as food availability is concerned, however food quality falls sickeningly, or, sometimes, fatally. However, that is a subject for another essay. What is even more sickening than the appalling food is the exponentially expanding wallets of these corporations. In 2012, McDonalds made an average of 75.21 million dollars a day[1]. 75.21 million dollars A DAY. That’s more money than anyone usually sees in a life-time. 7-11’s $60,000[2] per day seems to be a little measly in comparison, but it’s still nothing to be sneezed at, especially since the average American rakes in $51,371[3] a year. I’ll let that sink in…

The Condensed Version

Here’s a condensed summary of globalization: (Now, if you haven’t figured out my bias, you will soon.)

Pros of Globalization

Cultural Diversity
“Do-what-you-do-best” Attitude
Freedom to Travel
Can Create a Supportive Atmosphere

Cons of Globalization

Opportunity for Corporate Manipulation
Product Centred
Gave Rise to the LEGO Movie
Impersonalizes Product


Globalization is a huge something, be it a problem, or goal, and I hope to have given you a good synopsis of it. Failing that, I hope it was at least interesting. Failing that… well… I’d like to know why, so that I may write a better one next time.DSC_0165


[2] Convenience Store News

[3] NPR News

Settling In – a very tardy report

We’re still here! 🙂

I have wanted to blog for months, but at first I was emotionally overwhelmed with all the changes and couldn’t find words to express it all, and then, as my emotional life settled down, Jack’s social life picked up and time became an issue.

1 Off to the shops

Our scholar now has eight regular commitment each week in addition to any play dates we arrange. (So far there has been at least one play date each week, and often two. He has met some stellar people and has started to make some fantastic new friends.)

He is back to playing chess and to studying karate, of course.

He has initiated a Games Day every Monday at a nearby cafe, and he has found a group that plays Magic the Gathering at a shop in town every week, so he has joined them.

He meets with friends at a “junior skate park” for a few hours each week and another days he meets other friends at a soccer field to play. (So far the parents and Jack are the ones who think soccer sounds like a good idea. Everyone else runs around and plays other things.)

Next month. he will start a cooking class at Jamie Oliver’s Ministry of Food and because he will be of minimum age for the class, I get to go free as his assistant!

On paper, it doesn’t sound like all that much, but I find myself wondering often how Rodney kept this pace for so long.  I find it grueling. Of course, while taking the bus isn’t as tiring as driving, it does stretch the adventure out for more hours – Saturday karate has taken the better part of eight hours. Fortunately, the dojo has just opened a class closer to town, so starting today we don’t have to travel as far.

2 The view of the bay, just down the hill.

Jack and I have become real pros at hopping the bus and trundling around the city and suburbs and Jack figures that he’s ready to start taking the bus on his own.

3 It’s a nice long walk to the shops…

I trust Jack, but this is a much bigger town than he’s accustomed to. I know he wouldn’t get lost if he was going somewhere familiar, but I am concerned about how he would handle unexpected situations.

I think I will hold him back for about a year, but by the time he turns 13 he will have been with me on the buses long enough to have observed most of what’s likely to happen. (Which is almost always “nothing” but might occasionally include something alarming.)


*sigh*  My baby really is almost grown up. I’ll admit that the delay is as much (or more?) for me as for him.

Autumn has well and truly come to Victoria, and I have to make a confession.

I brought my winter coat because I left Michigan in a blizzard.  I didn’t think, having watched the weather online through the course of the last year, that I would ever have need of a big coat here.  40 is considered pretty cold in Victoria, and in Michigan that’s balmy weather.

6 The shopping precinct is well marked, as are all of them. Very convenient.

What I couldn’t have realized from a distance is what the antarctic winds do to the wind chill. Oh my goodness!!!!

I have already worn my heavy winter coat this autumn and I expect to get a lot of use of it as winter approaches. 40 feels much colder here, with the frigid winds blowing my body heat away as fast as I can generate it.  Brrrrr!

Australian homes often don’t have central heating, and that is the case here at Ann’s house, so getting up at night is a VERY brisk experience some nights! I miss my winter robe and clothes and will be very glad to see them again when out shipment arrives!

Fortunately, the weather here is whimsical. One day we can be bundled up in coats and hats and still shivering, and the next in light slacks and shirt sleeves. Rod says that that continues all winter, the major difference being not how hot or cold, but how many days are hot or cold.

The folks here speak with pride of “four seasons in one day” and I am coming to realize that it’s only half a joke.

I still have the get used to the seasons being “backward”  – I suddenly have a winter birthday – but I am delighted to report that it’s far from boring like the tropics.

7 but today, we passed on by to go to the further precinct for a coffee and to buy pastured pork and eggs — from a bakery of all places.

Rod’s health is coming along swimmingly! As my longtime readers know, he was in really bad shape when he left for home last September. Now, however, he is healing quickly.

He no longer sleeps most of every day, and when he’s busy, he is able to skip his nap entirely. Usually, he is down to an hour or two of extra sleep each day, which is perfectly reasonable. He is able to walk well with his cane, and is now able to walk anywhere he wants to go, as you can see in the photos. He does need to sit and rest along the way on long journeys, but he is getting further and further each day before he needs to rest.

He is speaking clearly – a little more slowly than he once did, but just fine.  No one who didn’t know him before the strokes started would detect a problem, I think. He is able to do meet with clients and to do big psychic fairs again!  That makes all the difference to him.

Starting last week, he can even ride the buses with Jack and me!  That has been fun! We actually managed a “coffee date” last night while Jack was playing Magic – and it means that he can start to take over some of Jack’s social whirl.  I think all of us will enjoy that! Jack will get more time with his Dad, Rod will have a more familiar role in Jack’s life, and I will have a little more time to myself.

8 Cafe Dolce Trieste – the best coffee shop in the whole world! (And a bit of a secret. It’s almost always very quiet.)

Did I mention that Jack has adopted a very thick Aussie accent? It’s so thick – and different enough to Rod’s – that I can’t understand him sometimes and have to ask him to say it “in American” – but he’s forgetting how to do that! Ahh, well.  At least instead of commenting on Jack’s odd accent, people comment about how interesting it is that his accent is perfect even though he’s only been here  a few months.

I am pleased and amazed at how quickly Jack has adapted to life here. It was rough at first. He has reached an age where his friends are very, very important to him and leaving behind the friends he has loved since he was two years old was very traumatic and he is probably always going to miss them. (He is saving up to visit them as soon as he is old enough for International travel on his own.)

9. And then back to the shops we haunt almost daily…

Then, having the average age of his daily companions here be around 60, and having little to do at first other than study was not terribly exciting.

One by one we added activities, starting with chess one day each week, then adding karate. Then we started games day, and he found the Magic group. Now he’s busy and happy.

10 That’s it. The whole precinct. A pharmacy, an IGA, a butcher, a baker, a cafe, and a green grocer.

He finally finished his studies on the Ancient Rome unit on Pi day (March 14), and he’s been on school holidays ever since. After over a month off, he started back to hitting the books today and we will ramp up slowly, as usual. (The deal was, that he was allowed to break until out stuff arrived. We were notified that it docked on Saturday, so while we don’t have the books at hand yet, we have collected a few thing for him to start with.)

The history element of this unit is the Middle Ages.  That should be an interesting change from the ancients, which I think he is well and truly sick of. We’ll have a good look at Norse culture, too, which should bring some personal relevance to his studies.

11 Oh, and a “bottle shop” – a liquor store.

Rod and I are also joining him on a more formal study of Latin, using lively Latin. That will probably replace his Swedish studies, at least for a while.

Oh!  I forgot to mention how it is that I have all this time to be involved with Jack’s education and touring around town with Rod.  Rod is on a disability pension for the next few years – and because he needs help throughout the day, I am on a care givers pension.  We are also on a homeschoolers allowance.

12 And our final destination: the green grocer! This is where we get most of our groceries. All the veg is grown here in Victoria and most of it was picked this morning. (You do have to pay attention, because they don’t throw away yesterdays – but they seem to sell most of it most days.)

The disability pension has allowed Rod time to take care of himself and recover, but I don’t think he’ll need it forever.

Rod wants very much to be the one to support us and I think that would be very cool.  We just have to get him to the point where he has the stamina to work every day – and he is making progress daily on that. (I am so proud and impressed with his determination! I have known so many people who took a single stroke as a reason to stop living ad Rod is coming back from FOUR of them!)

I will continue to receive the homeschoolers allowance until Jack turns 16 and that will be a big help, but I need to find a way to contribute after that. I can probably do it in an office, but I so hope I don’t have to. Twenty-five years at a desk feels like plenty and I have four years to figure out what else I have to offer.  With Rod being the main income, I have a bit of leeway to figure it out – isn’t that cool?

In the meanwhile, I will take a photograph class.  Not because it will help my employability but because I have always wanted to!  Luxury!

OK, I need to run down to the shops before Jack wakes up.  Have a great day!


Book Report: Jim Thorpe Original All American (by Jack)

Book Report:
Jim Thorpe Original All American
by Joseph Bruchac
Penguin 2006

This is the story of Jim Thorpe as told by the author.

100_7820Thorpe was born in Oklahoma to a half Indian family. They had, I believe, 8 other children. When he was older, his father tried to take him to school, but Jim would just run back home and be right there when his father came back. This continued until his father eventually took him to a boarding school when he was about 12. There he remained until supervisors from Carlisle, the major Indian school at the time, took a shining to his athletic ability. They offered him a place in their school, and soon enough, he was on the football team. He played without compensation for quite a few years, and became one of the most renowned players in the land. Then, a few of his buddies offered to take him with them to play baseball for compensation, which he did, for a year or so. Then he went back to Carlisle, and signed up for the Olympic Games of 1912. (I think.) He competed and won medals in everything that he competed in, along with praise from the king of Sweden, and two lovely cups. He went back to America with head held high.

But then, the baseball manager whom he had been with for a year told someone else, “I know that guy. He played baseball for me.” Soon, it became known all around the US – Jim Thorpe was no amateur. He lost everything that he had won, except his pride, and that is for this reason: most of the US thought that the sports committee had made the wrong decision.

The Boston Inquirer stated that: “Men wishing to sign up for the Olympic Games had better not play croquet, tiddlywinks, hide-and-go-seek, or button-button-who’s-got-the-button for any type of compensation or they may not run, hurdle, jump, or throw.” Thorpe started playing for the New York Giants’ baseball team soon after that, and married Iva Miller soon after that.

And that is the story of Jim Thorpe. The author puts emphasis on Thorpe’s feelings throughout the events in his life. For example, when he loses his medals, Bruchac dedicates a whole chapter to his feeling of profound loss, an element that I found intriguing, and involving.

All in all, I found that the book gave a fairly balanced perspective of the events, and at the same time quite fun to read. I would definitely recommend it to someone who wanted to learn more about this legendary football player.

Life in Australia (So far)

Slowly, slowly life has started to take on a rhythm. Maybe it will even settle into a sense of normalcy over time.

Home sweet home
Home sweet home – Rod’s sister, Ann, has welcomed us into her home for a few months while we get ourselves organized.  What an amazing sister!

When we first arrived, it seemed that life was a mad rush between doctor appointments for Rod and compulsory meetings at Centrelink.  Many days we would have one of each. (Centrelink is the agency that acts as the unemployment office, medical insurance agency, social services agency…and probably more.) I needed to get a tax number and get on the rolls for help finding work as soon as possible. In the weeks since then, Rod has been granted a disability pension, and I learned that I am exempt from working because Jack is homeschooled. I have also applying to be Rod’s full time carer, since he isn’t well enough to be left in charge of Jack all day. As Rod is better able to take over at home, I’ll look for something part time and maybe Rod will be able to work given more healing time.

Over the weeks we have been here, I have seen one appointment series after another finish. Rod has now gone as far as the therapists for speech, occupational, and physical therapy can take him. The rest is a matter of practice and healing. That’s three appointments he no longer needs to attend. The neuropsychologist has set him free, with an offer to help should he ever feel the need for her services. The cardiologist has given Rod a clean bill of health, and his regular appointments can now be spaced at every six months. I’m not sure about the pace with the neurologist and the supervising physician. They may continue to see him frequently, but we now have more time between visits if its now only two doctors.
On the other hand, Jack’s social life is picking up steam. Every Friday evening, he has a meeting of his chess club, which is small but enthusiastic. Jack was the “seed” they had been looking for to start an intermediate group between the beginners and the tournament players. As they pick up more intermediate players, the group will probably grow over the next year!

We have also started to make friends in the local home-school community. L and E (I don’t have permission to use names) have taken us under their wings and seen to it that we have been included in several outings in the last couple of weeks. Since most of those adventures so far involve swimming, Jack is getting lots of practice and we are both turning berry-brown.  We have started to meet other friendly people, some of whom I really hope will become friends over time.

We haven’t interviewed any dojos yet, but I think that will come with time. The number of new experiences every week is still overwhelming.  In the meantime, we are doing lots of walking and Jack has been teaching himself to ride a skateboard, so in addition to the swimming he’s doing, he’s still getting plenty of exercise.  Still, karate has been such a big part of his life for so long that I hope he won’t give it up now.
Jack and I have been working on finding our way around town.  We are now able to get into town by bus, around town on foot to do some shopping, and then home again. Our next adventure involves getting to the library to join on our own.  Then maybe I can add a trip to Centrelink before my next meeting,  That’s an afternoon appointment, so it should be possible.

I have been delighted to discover a little “village shopping precinct” a few minute’s walk down the hill from our home.  There, within a couple of blocks, is everything we might need – a butcher, a green grocer, a pharmacy, a grocery store, a bakery, a post office, a stationer, a florist, and even a wine shop.  We might have to make longer trips for some specialized purchases, but I have been walking down the hill every few days and I hope to support the local economy by making most of our purchases from those local proprietors.  (I was excited to find that one bakery also sells pastured pork from heritage hogs!  We tried it, and it’s phenomenal!) I also love the very European feel of walking to the shops and carrying home only what we need for a couple of days.  It’s a literary fantasy come true!

With the shops at a nice walking distance, the trips to town, my wanders every evening with Rodney, and a million other little reasons to move, I am feeling stronger and happier by the day!

On the lighter side, folks have asked me about the drains swirling in the opposite direction.  I haven’t noticed that since the drains I have experienced don’t swirl, but I have noticed that all the light switches are on “upside down” and all the electrical sockets require turning on before they will work. Also, 24 hour stores seem to be a rarity. Most shops seems to close fr the evening between 4:30 and 6pm.  That’s wonderful for the folks who get to be home with their families in the evening, but it;s taking this yank some getting used to.

Life is grand!  But it;s time I woke the boy for his studies.


We’re here!

I’m sorry for the long delay in posting. Life has been pretty “full on” since we left Los Angeles.

The night after my last post, we did manage to get seated on the flight! Even better, we were seated together and the seats were very comfortable (a new experience for me on a trans-Pacific flight). There were no over-tired, uncontrolled children nearby. It was pretty much perfect, and we were finally underway!

I used the flight to discover a “new” game, having tired of Mah Jong on the flight from Detroit. Bejeweled is interesting. It took over half of the time I was awake to start to see the patterns, so I guess it was probably a brain expanding experience, but it wasn’t so demanding that I was unable to do it once exhaustion set in. Jack and I each managed to doze for about seven hours, so when we arrived, we were tired, but not completely exhausted.
At Sydney, I was astonished at how quickly and smoothly customs and immigration went. Both were pretty much a “shoo through” experience.

At customs, though, we did meet the most adorable “inspection trainee”. She seemed to be a terrier mix of some kind, and she really, really liked the empty potato chip bag I’d forgotten was in my purse. Oops. But nonetheless, the whole process took about five minutes. Then we had a six hour layover with all of our bags in our possession. Again, I sing the praises of the engineer who invented roller bags with reliable wheels. (Next up, un-carpeted hotels and airports?)

Jack and I were pretty tired. Far too tired to do anything exciting with our six hours in Sydney, so we bought the tickets for the last leg of the journey and had a coffee. After a while, we discovered a baggage storage place so we could wander un-encumbered for a few hours. Then we wandered. I don’t really remember what we did, actually. It was a blur then and it’s gotten less clear over time. It did involve the purchase of lots of coffee and many bottles of water, some silly conversation, and a bit of people watching. Eventually, we were able to reclaim our bags and check them in to the last flight.
We landed at our final destination on Sunday evening, around the same time as we had closed and locked the door on our previous life the Sunday before.

It’s a small airport, so we climbed down the steps onto the tarmac and headed for the airport to claim our bags and our new life. Rodney was there, of course. As were sisters Ann and Trudi. The reunion was sweet, and I didn’t want to let go of my beautiful husband. Not then; not ever again. (It required two cars to get all of our luggage home.  Usually I like to travel light, but this time I was very glad for the extra bags – it means we were comfortable for a week in Los Angeles and that we had Jack’s study materials to get back back to our studies as soon as possible.10951627_10206241488182774_1260577901_o
Life since then has been wonderful but, as I said in my opening statement, pretty full on.  When I first arrived, Rod was still having several medical appointments each week, and we have also been dealing with Centrelink (the social services/unemployment/medical insurance agency) to get Rod on a disability pension, to either get me a job or registered as Rod’s full time carer while he needs one, and to make sure Jack and I have access to medical care should we need it.
I have also been learning the ropes as far as where to get what we need each day – groceries, medication, public transit, fountain pen ink, postage, and the like.  Ann and Trudi have been helpful with car transport for Rod, who can’t yet safely take the bus, and sister Karen has been an enormous help with learning the bus routes and the walking routes around Geelong and Melbourne.

Rod and I have been walking very regularly, and he has been able to go further and further as time passes.  He has also been swimming three times each week, and his progress has been phenomenal. Last week, he started to see the slowing and ending of some of his regular appointments.

He has been seeing a general physician, a neurologist, a cardiologist, an occupational therapist, a physical therapist, and a speech therapist as well as a neuropsychologist and even a nutritionist.  Total bill for many months of such complete care?  Less than $200.  I was amazed.

He has gone as far as the various therapists and neuropsychologist can take him. Thanks to his determination and persistent practice with the skills they taught him, the rest is just practice and healing time. The cardiologist has given him a clean bill of health – including superb blood test results, and switched him to every six months monitoring.  That has freed up a lot of time!

Now for the next adventure…!

Our days in Los Angeles

Note: If you’ve been around for long, you may recognize many of the photos in this and near term future posts. I have cleverly not provided myself with the cords required to get photos off either my camera or my phone.  Oops. Sorry for the boring repetition. I’ll go back to new pictures once I buy Australia friendly cords. [Not exactly the most sentimental of quotes, but information none the less…]

[Again, bracketed commentary by Jack.]

It’s Friday morning, and we are still in Los Angeles. I had felt really good about getting out last night, but we had been pushed back to places 7 and 8 on the wait list by new folks with higher priority and only the first 5 people left. Now, there are rumblings about travel not being likely for another week and a half. We will turn up every night anyway, though. We only need two seats and we can’t be seated if we aren’t there… [It’s really sad when the airport feels like home to you.]

Now lest our poor pining family think we are having way too much fun, here is the roundup of how we spend our days. [Please, no pesticide. Ha…ha… Bad pun. Sorry.]

a traffic stop sign burried in snow to just under the sign.
For my Michigan friends

Our days here in LA have started to take on a characteristic rhythm:

We arrive around midnight on the shuttle.  I wash out my travel clothes in the shower every other day or so and hang them to dry, then we read the Internet (to make sure the world is still spinning) for an hour and go to sleep. [More like turn into sacks of potatoes for 10 hours…]

Around 9am, just before the free breakfast is closed for the day, we crawl out of bed and make ourselves presentable, and go get something to eat. [Not today, unfortunately. *sigh*] I head right for the coffee, which is good, [Yes, if you don’t head for the coffee, you turn into a pumpkin in the middle of the day- you are quite talented at turning into all kinds of starchy vegetables…] and then we have powdered eggs as scrambles or omelets with CAFO bacon or sausage. [Scrumptious!]  Jack adds a yogurt and orange juice and I sometimes indulge in juice, too. I grab a second cup of coffee and some extra cream and we go back to the room. I make up the pot of less stellar room coffee, and we read Facebook, write thank you letters, read our books, and generally hang out. [Separately. In our own corners of the room.]  We have even fit in a few hotel workouts – push-ups, luggage lifts, planks, squats, etc. [We did that once…] I wish we were doing more of the workouts and less of the Facebook, but I am also not instigating it. [Which means I suggest it and she says, “Remind me later.” Only because you have the knack for instigating a workout when I m in the middle of a train of though! :p. Hmph.]

Most days I also go down to the front desk to explain again that 1) No, we are not checking out today, 2) Yes, our friend has paid for the room for tonight.  Yes, another friend. 3) No, we don’t know yet whether we will be staying tomorrow because we are flying standby and we hope to be over the Pacific by then, but we won’t know until late tonight. [When there is no turning back. I fail to see how we are going to get the room key back to them. They are electronic keys and completely interchangeable. We can mail them back later, but the stamp probably costs more. I see.]

At about 6:30 pm when we make sure our bags are packed and everything is accounted for, and then we go down to the shuttle. We ride to the airport, check in and check our bags, and have dinner. There are only a few gluten free options and the meat is CAFO, but the staff understand the question so I feel Jack is reasonably safe from gluten. [Do they really, though? Better than the MacDonalds across from the hotel, anyway. Some know more than others, though,  You’re right abut that. Well, it tastes better, but still…]

Then we walk around the terminal a few times, and then sit behind the gate where I can hear the announcements until the gate closes between 10 and 10:30 p.m.  Then we go back to luggage claim, get our bags, call the shuttle, and go back to the hotel…and start over.

a boy playing on an antique tractor in front of an old barn
July 2014
Redford New York

Today I let Jack sleep in because I know he needs more sleep than he has been getting lately. [Absolutely.] It’s almost noon and he hasn’t stirred yet [*clears throat loudly*] so I know he must have been as tired as he looked.  Once he’s ready, we’ll walk over to the 7-11  that I am told is nearby to see what we can find in the way of (probably)[possibly] gluten free calories for the boy’s breakfast, and I hope to drag him down to the mini-gym downstairs afterward to change things up a little.

Some observations on layovers:

  • It’s always a good idea to travel in comfortable clothes in layers. Airplanes and airports are very hot and stuffy, except when they are freezing. Rayon works well because it breathes when you’re warm and is quite cool if you get down to one layer but enough layers can be toasty warm and the layers aren’t bulky so they don’t take a lot of room in your carry-on when you need to stow them. On long layovers that stretch into the vast unknown, rayon is even better, because you can wash it in the shower at night, hang it in the shower, and it’s mostly dry by midmorning.  It doesn’t look any more rumpled than it did yesterday and it smells way better than it would have after a week without washing. (A little hotel shampoo can deal with the inevitable food spots.) [*end advertisement campaign for rayon clothing* Ahem. That was an informational campaign, thankyouverymuch. I don’t sell rayon. You’re welcome.]
  • There is no way to eat really clean when you don’t control the kitchen. But if you choose the same reasonably accommodating place for every meal, they get better and better at understanding the question. [Especially if you get the same waiter!] The good places generally have at least one person on a shift who knows where gluten is hiding. However, while you can avoid corn tortillas, sweet corn, and other obvious forms, catching corn starch, corn syrup, and the like is difficult, and catching the “derived from” sources is nigh on impossible in a restaurant unless it’s a very high end place that sources everything at the farmer’s market.  I can’t afford that level of indulgence, so I have had my ‘wheat stomach ache’ and my ‘corn bone ache’ pretty much constantly since the kitchen in Michigan was packed. Much more the latter than the former. Our snacks ran out days ago, too.  Another thing to look for at 7-11.  :p
  • Roller bags are a gift from the gods…or at least god-like engineers. In the 1970s and 1980s, I was hard pressed to carry just my own carry-on, and my packed luggage absolutely required assistance. That is the origin of my packing minimalism – ‘as long as I can manage, on as few outfits as possible’ is my MO. Today, with modern bags, even though Jack and I are moving across the planet, so minimalism isn’t an option, we have no trouble at all moving our six bags through the world on our own. Hotel carpeting is a bit of a pain (I wonder whether that will go out of style now that it slows roller bags…) but we can do it entirely unassisted without pain or exhaustion.  Wow!  I am so glad that I eyed our ratty old luggage and decided to invest in new matching sets for all of us. This would have been much harder with carry only duffel bags and old fashioned suitcases.


Back again!

July 12, 2014 at 12:37 pm (Forgot to hit “publish”.  Oops.

Hey, everyone!

It seems likely that the only folks who will ever read this have it set up so they get a notice when I post, but I’m back. 🙂

a black and white photo of Jack at 11, showing every sign of adolescence
Jack at 11

Looking back, I see that I have posted more recently than I remembered. That’s good. But life since November has been a whirlwind of cleaning, packing, and (hardest of all) paring down our possessions to what we really have to keep.

I am a bit of a packrat, so I had tonnes of treasures socked away in every corner of this 1700 sq ft house. Since we have to pay for every ounce we carry across, that had to be winnowed for the most important treasures. Since wood has to be funmigated before entry, it seemed wisest to get rid of it. (That means the furniture has to be replaced.) Since glass, ceramic, and crystal are fragile and likeliest to break enroute, I mostly passed that along, too. (Some things, like wedding gifts and dishes, I am taking my chances with.)

So now, virtually everything we are taking, but don’t need day to day, is packed up and stacked out of the way and the house is for sale. The stuff we actually need day to day looks pretty sparse and the place no longer feels like home…though it is a lot easier to keep it sparkling so we can show it on 30 minutes notice.  (If only my lovely boys remembered that that was the goal.  We can show on the weekend or on Monday morning, but by Wednesday we need way more notice.  *sigh*  Oh well, we have only had one viewing, which is what we expected.  The house is priced very high for the area.  But that’s what we owe the bank, and the bank isn’t feeling cooperative.  They don’t see any reason we can’t just stay put and keep paying the mortgage.

One reason that it has become urgent also changes the plan in Australia completely. Rod has had three strokes in the last 18 months.  He now drags his left side and has serious trouble speaking and writing.  The odds of his being able to work are slim and we have to get him home asap.  He has had his heart and circulatory system inspected and that isn’t where the problem is.  His blood vessels are clear as a whistle and his heart is strong. He had a treatment to repair the damage he did to his neck and head 20 years ago, and he has been functioning better since then, but it hasn’t really resolved the issue the way we had hoped it would. Has it reduced the chances of another stroke?  We hope so.  But we really don’t know.  We do know, my baby needs to be home, asap.  He isn’t one to complain or show it in social situaitons, but the strokes have really made a mess of his self image and his confidence.

A lovely sepia "selfie" of the bride and groom
Michael and Agnes (Nessie) Smith

Another really important reason we have to get home – there are important members of the family we haven’t met yet! Michael married his lovely bride, Nessie, on the 9th of July. We haven’t met Nessie, yet and we can’t wait to.

We also haven’t met Joel and Makita’s sons Rhazel and Rodney – and now they have another on the way around the beginning of the new year! So exciting!

The plan for the trip is shaping up nicely. My retirement date is 19 December, and we now think that our departure date is around 1 February. That gives us time to find a shipper and wrap things up here, after my visa application is approved. It could all move faster, but that would be very rushed.

The Adventure Begins!

If the hero in an adventure story walks out the door of his home and into the dragon’s cave without incident, kills the dragon on the first shot without incident, and then walks home with the gold without incident, it’s not much of an adventure story! That’s just all in a day’s work.  This, my friends, is an adventure! [ Be advised- no dragons have been harmed,  no caves trespassed, and gold stolen during this adventure. ]

[comments in brackets by Jack]

getting brighter …

Jack and I are now lounging in Los Angeles, waiting for the gods to turn the wheels of fate and get us upgraded to “passenger”. [Yes, passenger would be nice…] Our tickets were for standby, since we can’t really afford full fare.  Usually that doesn’t matter, but it seems that everyone in the country wants to go to Sydney this week and every flight is overbooked by impressive amounts. [ This may create serious over-crowding issues for Sydney.]

We arrived here in LA on Monday morning (having left Detroit very early) planning for a 12 hour layover and then to be off to Sydney.  We did our best to entertain ourselves at the airport, though the weeks leading in to our departure had been grueling and had involved short sleep and little real food, so we were exhausted.  (Have I ever mentioned how much my son impresses me? [Only 50 times this week. Thank you, though.] As exhausted as he has been, he has never been grumpy with me.  At worst he gets very, very quiet and solemn.  He clearly didn’t get that particular strength from me!  But I can be reasonable when I am exhausted, as long as no one else is unreasonable with me [which mean breathing too deeply], so we’ve been doing really well.  This young man is such a joy to travel with!) [*blush*]

Anyway, on Thursday, the movers came.  They were an hour and a half late, because the wind chill was -45 (a goodbye gift from my beloved Michigan winter), and the truck was cranky, and then they lost their way to our house when they missed a turn. That’s OK.  I was signing papers at the end before I realized that they had been late, and then only because they had written it on the forms.  I had been too busy to watch the clock. Anyway, remember I mentioned the wind chill?  Yeah; well, it was necessary to take the door off the hinges to get the dolly in and out with boxes on it.  It took four hours to load the truck.  It was a tad nippy even in the house (not much point in having the furnace roaring with no door) and my hands are still rough and red from cold damage.  It was hilarious, but I did feel very bad for the fellow who was hauling the boxes out into the freezing gale. He kept coming in from a load and huddling over a furnace vent trying to get warm. It was cold in the house; I can’t imagine how much colder it was out in the wind. [I was on a sleepover for most of that part, but it was pretty cold.]

Friday and Saturday were our days to say goodbye.  Jack had a party on Friday with his homeschool friends and I had an open house on Saturday for people to drop in to say goodbye.  It was wonderful to see everyone, but also overwhelmingly sad for both Jack and me. Before and after the parties, I was frantically sorting to make sure I had not forgotten anything.  On Friday, the moms of Jack’s friends spotted a closet I hadn’t even looked at yet and helped me to go through it. (Thanks, Nerida, Mary, and Stacey!) They found two pair of brand new shoes I had bought as backup and forgotten about!!!  (I have a miserable time finding shoes that fit, so when I order a pair that feels heavenly, I try to buy another couple of pair, since they always discontinue wonderful shoes right after I discover them! Whew!  That was close! Thank you so much, ladies!!!)

On Sunday, our last day in Michigan, we spent the day scrabbling to get done everything that we needed to do before we left. It seemed that no matter how hard I worked, no matter how long the hours, I never quite got “within cooee” of getting it all done. Thankfully, Linda is handling the stuff I couldn’t get to and then she and Paula and Nerida, and Jan will get the remaining stuff shipped.  In the evening, our dear friend, Mark, drove us to a hotel near the Detroit airport. We had an early Monday flight to Los Angeles, and Michigan decided to throw a blizzard to see me off, so rather than ask anyone to drive through that at 5 a.m. [Who sets these hours?] , we went to a hotel in the evening and took the shuttle to the airport in the morning. It just made more sense. [And it wasn’t borderline cruelty.]

Not making the flight to Sydney was a possibility that I knew about, but I was emotionally unprepared for it. We were devastated. All I could imagine was weeks taking turns with Jack sleeping on the airport floor.  Paula, who arranged the tickets for us, offered to bring us back to Michigan, but emotionally, we can’t bring ourselves to turn back now. We have said too many goodbyes and our lives are now ahead! [Well, right now they’re at a bit of a standstill…]

We were exhausted, near tears [We?] , and a serious mess, so I did what I always do under those circumstances.  I called my beloved Rodney. As he always does, just by being Rodney [And, you know, breathing, and maybe talking.] , my love talked [I rest my case.] me through it and calmed me down. The poor guy had to deal with my helpless [No.], doom-saying [Eh… I guess so…] , negative first reactions [dramatic might be a better adjective…], but he’s used to that I guess. [You think?]  He just keeps using his soothing voice and I start to feel my brain turning over and the world starts to look brighter. I usually just go with his advice no matter how unlikely it seems to me that it will work, because he is usually right. After a few minutes, my brain started to work and I decided that the first thing we needed was a good night’s sleep and a shower. [Not to mention food.] The flights to Sydney leave Los Angeles every 24 hours at 10:30 pm. It was going to be a long wait even for the next available flight, and I knew from discussions with the agents that every flight for a week or more is overbooked and this could take a while.

I started to research hotels in the area, but just as the page came up listing the hotels that have 24 hour shuttle service, my phone’s battery died. (Sunday night’s hotel had no electric outlets.  One down side of a cheap hotel.) The only hotel whose name I saw before the phone died was the one I asked the cab to take us to. (It was too late for the shuttle so I would have needed the hotel’s phone number to call the shuttle after hours – and my phone was dead. A cab it was.)

We settled in and got some sleep, and the next morning  – as I often do – I whinged on Facebook. I was already feeling better, but the challenge of many nights in the hotel taking me closer to the desperate need for an income immediately was still stressful. Several friends immediately offered to help us out with the hotel bill.  I gratefully accepted and they have been calling the desk and paying a night at a time.  That removed the last of the panic factors.  Now it is just a waiting game. [The Waiting Games… I like it.]

I hope to be on tonight’s flight.  Jack and I were #1 and #2 on the wait list last night, so if there are any seats we might we get them. (If no one with higher priority signs in today.)

When Rod and I dreamed about this day for 15 years, I never envisioned doing it alone.  Just as well.  I’m pretty sure I would have been terrified out of my mind. To some degree, it is true that this is an impossible task to do alone.  But I have never been alone in all of this.  Our friends have come together to lift Jack and me out of panic and to help us at every step.  Each friend has brought something different to the project, and all of the contributions have been vital. Not to downplay those very tangible helps, but I think that the greatest gift any of them has given to Jack and me, is the understanding that we are loved and we are not alone in this amazing adventure. With friends like these, no adventure is too much to handle. [ I agree.]

Finally on our way!

It’s been a long, grueling road over the last five months, with little time for introspection and blogging. My apologies for not making time – but when I am very emotional I am not terribly coherent and that made it almost impossible to find anything to talk about that would be even marginally interesting.


We have packed up our lives into a stack of boxes, tied off all the threads that made up our lives here, and lived like squatters for months, making due with as few possession as possible so that everything stayed in its boxes rather than sneaking out to play and making packing later -now-more difficult.

We have said goodbyes, we have cried, and we have dreamed about an amorphous future on the other side of the globe. We have reached out to home-schoolers, dojos, and chess clubs in our new town. We have ignored it all and watched way too much TV. (On dvd on the laptop, but escape is escape.)

But tomorrow the movers come and take away our boxes.  We will be saying our goodbyes over the weekend, and then at dawn on Monday, we are on our way!

It’s amazing to me how having the flight settled has changed my mood.  For the last month, I have been near tears a lot of the time. We announced over a year ago that we were leaving and it seems like we have had a steady stream of “last times” and “goodbyes” since then, with the pace becoming breakneck once Rod left for Australia in September.

My permanent resident visa came through in mid-November and planning and packing went into high gear. I retired and started closing accounts and wrapping up day to day details in early December … and by last week it had all become too much emotionally.

Then the retirement money cleared the bank and Jack’s Australian passport arrived so we were able to make flight arrangements.  When my friend, Paula, who works at the airlines, called yesterday afternoon with itinerary, the sun came out for me. Now I feel like I can look ahead and I realize that I had spent many weeks and months looking backward.

I had spent more than 30 years making this area my home after a rather footloose youth. Each time I went somewhere that had been familiar in my past, I was painfully aware that the odds were that I would never see it again. You can only do that for so long before it all gets overwhelming.

Now my attention can turn to wrapping up the last details here and starting my new life in Australia.  What a relief.  As much as I will miss everyone here, I can’t take many more endings and knowing that beginnings will start in five days has made life so much easier.

Jack and I have been discussing that we will need a new look for the blog, though…this house goes back to the bank on Friday (that’s another long story for another day.) and is no longer Chez Smiffy.  We will be looking for a new look once we get there.

Oh, and I forgot to mention …

Shorn! Ugh

Another disconcerting new change…

I had my hair hacked off in acknowledgement of big changes afoot.

I don’t like it. It’s too hard to keep it out of my face and I think it looks ugly and graceless. Fortunately I am now old enough to understand that it’s just hair. It will grow back. I’m annoyed by it, but that was always going to be the case, and I am not emotionally devastated like I have been by haircuts in the past. I know that there is no way a stranger will ever be able to know what I will like, and I deliberately chose the haircutter with the first empty seat that I encountered. The poor guy was very wary about it – he had no clue about hair the texture of mine, but he was game to give it a go. I told him he was an artist and a gentleman and gave him a largish tip for taking th chance.

In transition

dark days, growing brighter

A few days to Yule. A few days since I retired. So, so much is happening so quickly.

My application for a resident visa was approved a few weeks ago, so I am good to go.  I thought I would have to wait a couple of years for a permanent resident visa, but they gave me that one straight up. An advantage to having been married to an Aussie for more than a decade and having an Aussie citizen son, I suppose.

I got word last week that Rod is really not well.  He is regaining function quickly, but the damage from his four strokes is  much more extensive than we could have guessed.  The damage is from both bleeding and clotting strokes, making it dangerous to try to treat the strokes.  That makes every transition from one medication to another really dangerous and the long term prospects very frightening if they don’t find a medication that works in the long term very soon.

I announced on the day that I got the news that I would retire at the end of the week, and I did so, on Friday.  Now, I am packing the remaining parts of the house and repacking the parts that had already been done so that I can make an inventory.

The toughest part of the packing has been dismantling my beloved home, so a group of dear friends came over to put everything into boxes to make it emotionally easier and it has been. I still haven’t managed the emotional endurance to finish my craft room…but the rest of the house is essentially done.  Once things are in boxes, I seem to be able to handle them more objectively.

On Monday we go to Chicago to get Jack’s Australian passport, and in the mix somewhere I have to request paperwork from work and that my retirement funds be deposited in my bank so we have something to live on when I get there.  My plan is to leave on december 25 and to arrive on boxing day. It has a nice symmetry since I arrived in the Detroit metro area on December 24, 1982.

I am so very grateful for good friends.  This is really hard and my instinct is to go hide somewhere, hoping it will all just go away.  It won’t, of course. And my friends are helping me immensely to keep going.  In our imaginations, Rod and I worked on all of this together.  It’s a big and very emotional job – and without Rod here to hold me when I feel overwhelmed, some days are harder than others. On the bright side, i will be with him again soon.

There is so much happening.  So much to say…but I am overwhelmed and not feeling terribly verbal.  However now that m ore fo my time is my own, maybe…?

Last day with Rod…for a little while

Rod’s flight is over Nevada right now. In 20 minutes he will land at Los Angeles and board a flight to Sydney.
An old barn door with worn wood
Life has just made a HUGE 180.

Jack and I have to go on without our rock for the next six months.  I can no longer say “Could you handle that, my love?” when something seems daunting.  It’s all mine now.

But I just keep reminding myself that in a few hours, Rod will finally be getting the medical care he needs with no ‘changes in course’ due to the expense.  By the time I see him in March, he may well have made his goal happen.  He intends to get therapy, get a job, and start supporting us.  From anyone else, I’d call it a pipe dream, but Rod has done so many astonishing things that I am not ready to write off the possibility.  But I made sure that he knew that as welcome as that idea is, I’m not counting on it.

Jack is torn. He is very sad about his Dad being away.  But he is so excited about the alternate arrangements – living for the day with his friends’ families – that he is having trouble thinking of all this as a really bad thing.

I know what he means.  We can now eat peanut butter and cheese and seafood  – foods that Rod is allergic to – without compunction. We intend to indulge.

I am looking forward to hearing from my honey in writing – the way we courted, but for which we had little use while we cohabited.  I wouldn’t have set him away to get letters – but getting letters does take some of the sting out.

I’m very sad and scratching for reasons that this is a good thing.

Looking backward

Wow, a lot has happened.

I intended to post a lot more and a lot more often, but our blog was on a corrupted part of a server, or something. (I never asked what happened.) It disappeared completely!

Our service provider was able to get it all back up (thanks, Steve!) but on a new version of the software, which has meant having to figure out the new software, reinstall Discuss, get my account straighthened out, and all that comes up with almost starting over. Fortunately, it looks like all the old posts are there. (I haven’t found the old drafts, but that’s not a disaster.)
As I’m sure you will remember, Rod has been having strokes for about 20 months now.  The first one was mostly annoying to him since it caused him to lose sensation on the left side of his body, but in May (on Jack’s 11th birthday, actually) he had the first of the more serious strokes.

That one left him unable to speak clearly or to write for several months. He later had a stroke that caused no discernable physical symptoms but had a serious effect on his cognitive function.  He became really confused and started to need to sleep a great deal.  At first it was 20 hours per day, which was really rough for poor Jack.

My honey is a fighter, and he is fighting his way back from these, too.  He is now intelligible unless he is very tired, but his diction is not clear and his voice is weak.  However he is able to function again and he is far less confused, though he still needs a long nap mid-day to get through the day.

The disruption of his cognitive function meant that it was no longer safe for him to drive, which means that all of his driving chores (shopping, taking him to the doctor, etc) are now on me. Fortunately, my manager is very understanding and he is happy for me to work from home and come and go from the office as needed to take care of things.

The good news is that Rod’s doctor has continued to research Rod’s difficult case.  (None of the “normal” blood pressure medications keep his blood pressure down for more than a few days, but all come with hideous side effects that last long after his blood pressure has returned to “scary high”.  He found an off label medication, intended for treating ADHD, that sometimes effects blood pressure.  It works!  It lowers Rod’s blood pressure so well that he found the upper limit when he passed out with blood pressure so low his meter couldn’t read it!  Yikes! That was scary, but it’s also a relief that he can keep the pressure down to protect his brain.

However the pill can’t treat the *cause* of the persistently high blood pressure and we simply can’t afford the tests that would be required to figure that out.  Our operating theory is that it may be scar tissue from a head injury he recieved 20 years ago.  The injury was serious enough to cause real trouble then, so it seems quite possible.  But that would requires a very long and involved MRI to locate and quantify the problem and then comes the treatment, which also wouldn’t be cheap.

So… *sigh*  Rod is returning to Australia in 13 days!  He can get free and low cost medical care there.  He will feel less “useless” than he says he feels here, watching Jack and I carry the load he has always carried, so it will be good for his mental health.  He already has a doctor there thanks to his sister, and his sister will take over his care. I’m eternally grateful to our friends Mark T and Paula M for, between them, making this possible!  No way could we have pulled this off without them.

The Smiths in our last family portrait in America
(c) 2014 Erika Woolams

That leaves me to sell the house.  It’s been on the market since June but since it is at the price we owe the bank no one has been willing to buy.  We lower the price this week.  I got the paperwork from the bank that didn’t *say* they would accept less, but did ask if we had an offer and how much it was for…which I am taking to mean that we can offer it at market value.  It can’t close in two weeks, even if someone grabs it the day the price goes down, but I am hoping it sells so I only have to handle packing and signing on my own. (Well, and moving to an apartment, and arranging to have all our goods shipped to Australia, and…) I lean really hard on my honey and all of this is pretty scary.

Rod and Jack have built an amazing group of friends, who have all kindly taken me in, too.  They have offered Jack a place in their homeschools so that I can continue to work – and I am hoping that with so many of them splitting the job, it won’t be too onerous for anyone to have an extra kid around.  I am truly amazed at how loving and generous this group of friends is.  Actually, when I think about it it makes me cry.  So, for part of September, October, November, and part of December, Jack will tour his friends lives and see how other families do home education – and they tell me that they are looking forward to seeing how Jack does his.  (But he will be cutting way back for those months, since his studies take three hours per day, which would be way too much to ask of his friends. He will take one book per day.)

I packed my craft supplies over the weekend.  I miss crafting, but there really hasn’t been time lately. It seems like every time I think I have time to pack the last few rooms, we have a viewing so that I spend the time polishing the house for that instead. I also need a completely dry weekend so I can put the last of the stuff at the curb.

Anyway, that’s what we’re up to.  I hope that all is well with any of you who are still around.  🙂


Back again!

Hey, everyone!

It seems likely that the only folks who will ever read this have it set up so they get a notice when I post, but I’m back. 🙂

a black and white photo of Jack at 11, showing every sign of adolescence
Jack at 11

Looking back, I see that I have posted more recently than I remembered. That’s good. But life since November has been a whirlwind of cleaning, packing, and (hardest of all) paring down our possessions to what we really have to keep.


I am a bit of a packrat, so I had tonnes of treasures socked away in every corner of this 1700 sq ft house. Since we have to pay for every ounce we carry across, that had to be winnowed for the most important treasures. Since wood has to be funmigated before entry, it seemed wisest to get rid of it. (That means the furniture has to be replaced.) Since glass, ceramic, and crystal are fragile and likeliest to break enroute, I mostly passed that along, too. (Some things, like wedding gifts and dishes, I am taking my chances with.)

So now, virtually everything we are taking, but don’t need day to day, is packed up and stacked out of the way and the house is for sale. The stuff we actually need day to day looks pretty sparse and the place no longer feels like home…though it is a lot easier to keep it sparkling so we can show it on 30 minutes notice.  (If only my lovely boys remembered that that was the goal.  We can show on the weekend or on Monday morning, but by Wednesday we need way more notice.  *sigh*  Oh well, we have only had one viewing, which is what we expected.  The house is priced very high for the area.  But that’s what we owe the bank, and the bank isn’t feeling cooperative.  They don’t see any reason we can’t just stay put and keep paying the mortgage.

One reason that it has become urgent also changes the plan in Australia completely. Rod has had three strokes in the last 18 months.  He now drags his left side and has serious trouble speaking and writing.  The odds of his being able to work are slim and we have to get him home asap.  He has had his heart and circulatory system inspected and that isn’t where the problem is.  His blood vessels are clear as a whistle and his heart is strong. He had a treatment to repair the damage he did to his neck and head 20 years ago, and he has been functioning better since then, but it hasn’t really resolved the issue the way we had hoped it would. Has it reduced the chances of another stroke?  We hope so.  But we really don’t know.  We do know, my baby needs to be home, asap.  He isn’t one to complain or show it in social situaitons, but the strokes have really made a mess of his self image and his confidence.

A lovely sepia "selfie" of the bride and groom
Michael and Agnes (Nessie) Smith

Another really important reason we have to get home – there are important members of the family we haven’t met yet! Michael married his lovely bride, Nessie, on the 9th of July. We haven’t met Nessie, yet and we can’t wait to.


We also haven’t met Joel and Makita’s sons Rhazel and Rodney – and now they have another on the way around the beginning of the new year! So exciting!

The plan for the trip is shaping up nicely. My official retirement date is 19 December, and we now think that our departure date is around 1 February. That gives us time to find a shipper and wrap things up here, after my visa application is approved. It could all move faster, but pushing to make it that would be very rushed. I have had enougha ll work and no play these last few months. :p

In one of my more recent posts – January, I think — I mentioned that we were going to go for a more strict interpretation of paleo. We did that, and it “worked so well” (at reducing my apetite) that I started to eat later and later in the morning. I am never hungry in the morning, but I was getting to 1 or 2 pm before I wanted more than my coffee on many days. I noticed that my trousers were getting more snug, but I put it down to the fact that I hadn’t had the energy to walk as much as usual (which I blamed on the Augean Project at home).  However I had the chance to test my blood sugar a few weeks back and was alarmed to find that it was high forst thing in the morning and went *higher* as the day wore on even with no food!

That made no sense to me because I never had symptoms of hypoglycemia.  However I did some research and discovered that fasting has that effect on two groups of people.  People who already have pancreatic dysfunction (me!) and women, especially post menopause (again, me!).  So…Rod has again started making “breakfast cookies” so I can have one with my coffee.  It makes me hungry all day, but evidently that’s better than not being hungry. Oddly enough, I now have the energy to walk again!  Oh well.

When Rod’s choir and Jack’s Sunday school quit for the summer, Rod started taking Jack to karate.  That meant that I have not been sitting somewhere that I couldn’t be packing or cleaning, and so my studies have stalled – probably also for the summer.  That and crafting have been on a back burner for quite a while.  And now it looks like my first order of business once we are in Australia will be to find a job, so I don’t know when I will pick them up seriosuly again. Oh well, the piecemeal I had been doing can resume once Choir and Sunday school start up again.

Well, while I haven’t been studying or blogging, I have managed to have *some* fun.  I have started making our own saurkraut.  That came out so well that after my second batch, I decided to try dill pickles.  It’s easy, so I hope it works out.  Real fermented pickles at the store are super expensive and I can’t have the cheap ones because most are pickled in corn vinegar.

Ahh, well.  I hope to do this every weekend now that packing and cleaning are essentially done.  Have a great weekend!

22 March 2014

Fun news – our copies of Jack’s book have just come in!

We have agreed that the next installment should probably have a slightly bigger foint, but otherwise we’re pretty happy with it. And Jack is well into part 2! He was so excited about the fantastic response that he was inspired to get to it, dropping his work on the cat book he was working on for the time being. A PDF of part 2 will be available to purchasers of part 1, but we will also publish parts 1 and 2 together in a new release of the book.

Jack in a suit January 2014
In preparation to start taking charge of Jack’s middle school education I have been doing a great deal of research. In the process, I discovered that there is a whole new level of reading that I had never learned or even been aware of. I picked up a used copy of How to Read a Book by Mortimer Adler and have been working my way through it, using The Idea of a University by John Henry Newman as a practice book. (I had picked that up last spring and read it through, but came away pretty sure that I had missed a lot.)

Since it was a used book, and the previous owner had taken Adler’s advice to heart and had marked the book up thoroughly, cleverly missing the point of almost every paragraph, I have started making my notes in a separate notebook, which I find makes it easier for me to slow down and really think about Adler’s points.

It’s a long, slow process, but I am enjoying it very much.  I think I will be able, by the end, not only to read better myself, but also to share the process with Jack a little at a time so that he comes away able to read more deeply than is usual in anyone with (as Adler describes) less than a Ph.D.

Am I nuts that this is my idea of a really good time?  It’s right up there with hiking in the woods.  🙂

15 March 2014

Hello, friends! The biggest news: Jack has cut his hair for the first time.  (Pay no attention to the copyright – I have been too busy with lots of packing to do much photography and had failed to update it when the year turned.)

The reason: I can now talk about it openly because it’s official at work. I am retiring at the end of the year (or very early next year) and we will be leaving for Australia around this time in 2015.  Our family cut out hair when our lives are changing dramatically.  Jack feels that the change has already begun for him and it was time to acknowledge that.  (Living in a house full of packed boxes and living without all the stuff you need enough to be shipping it across the planet has that effect, I guess.)  Rod and I will cut ours as we get closer to the day.

Jack has started work on part 2 of his serial.  This is called “The Exodus”.  He is very encouraged because he has sold 32 copies of part 1!  Way beyond our wildest hopes!!  I hope he will have it finished by the end of summer.

We had hoped to put the house on the market by the end of the month. Then we had hoped top have it ready for May.  Now..I just don’t know.  Progress has been very slow and I feel very overwhelmed.  Rod and our friend Troy have done a great job at all the maintenance that had been neglected and the furniture and other things we don’t need and won’t be taking with us are largely moved to new homes,  but the sorting and packing has to be tucked into the time I am at home, and after my “keeping the house  functioning” chores are done.  It feels like it is taking FOREVER.  It got to the point where I started to have anxiety attacks when I started thinking about how much there is left to do.  I think I will just have to breathe deeply, keep my shoulder to the wheel, and believe that I will finish “in time” even if it’s not on the schedule I would have preferred.

On a far cheerier subject, Jack is about 2/3 of the way through his Rome unit and I am hard at word digging up the materials we will need for his Early Middle Ages unit.  (Remember, we describe the units by the historical period we are concentrating on, but we cover much, much more than history.)  Now that Jack has made an intellectual leap, we are going to move from “grammar stage” learning to “Logic stage” learning.  We had already begun some of that of course, but we will be moving more toward learning how to learn and away from simply absorbing facts. I am pretty excited about that.  🙂  Once we are in Australia, the plan is for me to be at home studying with Jack while Rod supports us .  That will be lots of fun for me and while Rod is an excellent teacher, I think he will be glad to get back to his more familiar and comfortable role as wage earner.  🙂

OK, the packing and cleaning won’t happen if I spend all day on the computer.  Catcha on the flip side.  🙂







Jack’s first novel

Jack’s first novel, part one of a science fiction adventure serial, has just been published. He has already sold five copies (we have such good friends!) and he plans a book signing in the next couple of months.

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From the cover: Îhil Gidnol was platforming and texting on his new jPhone, when he bumped into a billboard that said “Don’t text while platforming!” Fortunately he had slowed down to 5 miles per hour while texting, and just sat down hard. “Darned signs!” he grumbled as he picked himself up “There’s one of them every 20 feet.” He continued a bit more carefully and managed to get home before rush hour. He was at a loss at what to do next. He had just passed into manhood. “What next?” He asked himself aloud. Then he decided that, before money ran out, he’d better get himself employed. Little did he dream what adventures his first job would lead to!