It’s July already! The last time I wrote here it was February. So much for my good intentions of writing at least every few days. Since the summer doldrums are here maybe I’ll get caught up on my writing chores.
After all the winter guests departed and things settled down we decided to replace our bedroom carpeting with wood laminate. That kept us busy for most of April. It looks very nice and has helped with my allergies. Carpeting here in Florida is not too good of an idea as it becomes moldy. This was very good carpeting but it had been there for 15 years and you could definitely smell the mold when we tore it up. As soon as the bedroom was finished with everything washed and polished we got our suitcases and the cat and piled into the car to head north for our eldest son’s 50th birthday party. We spent 2 weeks there and enjoyed being with everyone but as so often happens the time gets consumed with family and we rarely have time to visit with friends.
The first of this month our oldest grandson and a friend came down to go sailing with us. I had decided that I was going to stay home as I’ve never been really fond of sailing and as I’ve gotten older and my knees have gotten stiffer my affection for the sport has dropped a few notches, but in the end I went and enjoyed myself although it took a couple of able bodied seamen to move me from cabin to deck and I didn’t even dare venture into the dinghy. I didn’t feel that my dignity was up to it. But we spent a week and visited a few of our favorite anchorages. I might try it again! Although there is a saying about “Old sailors never die they just trawl away.” I think that I’m ready for the trawler.
Our awnings got destroyed by Wilma last year and it has been extremely difficult to get replacements as everyone else lost there’s, too. One of the awnings was just delivered Thursday. It was a metal awning that is also a storm shutter and quite large. Since this season’s hurricane season is here, we were glad to get it but we were told that it would take another 4 or 5 months before anyone was available to install it. Dick ended up getting it and is now struggling to get it installed as I sit here in the AC typing and feeling a little guilty as I see him sweating. I am a good wife so I did take him a fresh sweatband.
Good wife that I am I think I had better think about supper.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Theres something about February
There’s something about February. I’ve come to the conclusion that February is the most disliked month of the year especially by those that live in the north. No matter that it contains Valentine’s Day, Mardi Gras and the celebration of President’s Day it is still one miserable month. Now I live in south Florida and for the main part the weather in February is delightful with warm sunny days and cool evenings but February brings tourists and house guests in droves. Hundreds of the pale colored beasts descend from the frozen north and clog our highways, fill up our restaurants and beaches. I have been plagued with house guests since the end of January. I have not had time to read a book or finish an assignment for my writing class. After a few days to a week, one sunburned group will leave to be followed by another. This constant flow will continue for all of February then begin to dwindle as spring approaches. Then when the heat of summer beams down and hurricanes beat at our door and I’m lonesome for friends and family, no one can be bothered to come for a visit. The answer to my invitation is always, “We’ll see you in February!”
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Dumbing Down Education
I watched John Stossel’s report on education last night or most of it. I got so disturbed that I turned it off before the end. I’m not sure why I got so disturbed. He didn’t reveal anything that I didn’t already know. In fact I had been harping about the decline in education for years. This “Dumbing of Education.” is not a new phenomenon. I’m not sure when it began but I started teaching in the sixties and retired in the eighties, and I saw first hand in those more than two decades a slow erosion of our educational system.
In the fifties and sixties there was a teacher shortage due to the influx of “Boomers” and they were hiring anyone who walked in the door. By the sixties the teacher shortage was over but “NEW” was in. There was new math, new phonetic alphabets, open classrooms and Geography became Social Studies. Everybody was on the bandwagon to devise a “NEW” way of teaching which meant getting rid of the “OLD” which emphasized learning basic facts. Then in the seventies and eighties it was “self-esteem.” Teachers were told that no child should ever receive a failing grade as it would damage his image but they weren’t shown how to reach those children so they simply lowered their grading standards. Since some children didn’t learn to read on schedule it was deemed that the reading textbooks were too hard and the books were made easier. Then the students couldn’t read the science or other subject matter texts and they were made easier. Children with mental and psychological problems and those with learning disabilities were mainstreamed. They were tossed into classrooms with teachers who had too many students and too little training so they spent the time coloring or cutting paper anything to keep them busy but very few were taught.
A whole generation grew up not knowing how to do basic math, read a book or where or what the Great Lakes were. Then came the eighties and nineties and those children became teachers. I have walked into classrooms and there would be sentences such as: “I seen the bear.” and “Your a good boy.” written on the blackboard not by students but by teachers. A new teacher asked me what state Washington D.C. was in and told me that was a nice “pitcher” on my wall. Parents protest when lengthening the school year is mentioned and then in the late 1990’s and 2000’s the violence begins.
In Stossel’s report the consensus seemed to be that money wouldn’t cure our educational decline and that schools that were doing a poor job should be closed. I agree with both points. You hear the word accountability a lot when education is discussed but no one seems to agree on who should be accountable. Florida has the FCATS which has resulted in the teachers teaching the tests and in some cases (probably more than we know about) they give the students the answers. The failing schools are “punished” by being given more money per student. The A schools are praised. There’s nothing wrong with testing but when getting a certain score on a test takes precedence over teaching then something’s wrong. Why not test a child at the beginning of school to see where he is academically and then at the end to see how much he’s improved. This would put the accountability where it belongs on the student and the teacher.
In the fifties and sixties there was a teacher shortage due to the influx of “Boomers” and they were hiring anyone who walked in the door. By the sixties the teacher shortage was over but “NEW” was in. There was new math, new phonetic alphabets, open classrooms and Geography became Social Studies. Everybody was on the bandwagon to devise a “NEW” way of teaching which meant getting rid of the “OLD” which emphasized learning basic facts. Then in the seventies and eighties it was “self-esteem.” Teachers were told that no child should ever receive a failing grade as it would damage his image but they weren’t shown how to reach those children so they simply lowered their grading standards. Since some children didn’t learn to read on schedule it was deemed that the reading textbooks were too hard and the books were made easier. Then the students couldn’t read the science or other subject matter texts and they were made easier. Children with mental and psychological problems and those with learning disabilities were mainstreamed. They were tossed into classrooms with teachers who had too many students and too little training so they spent the time coloring or cutting paper anything to keep them busy but very few were taught.
A whole generation grew up not knowing how to do basic math, read a book or where or what the Great Lakes were. Then came the eighties and nineties and those children became teachers. I have walked into classrooms and there would be sentences such as: “I seen the bear.” and “Your a good boy.” written on the blackboard not by students but by teachers. A new teacher asked me what state Washington D.C. was in and told me that was a nice “pitcher” on my wall. Parents protest when lengthening the school year is mentioned and then in the late 1990’s and 2000’s the violence begins.
In Stossel’s report the consensus seemed to be that money wouldn’t cure our educational decline and that schools that were doing a poor job should be closed. I agree with both points. You hear the word accountability a lot when education is discussed but no one seems to agree on who should be accountable. Florida has the FCATS which has resulted in the teachers teaching the tests and in some cases (probably more than we know about) they give the students the answers. The failing schools are “punished” by being given more money per student. The A schools are praised. There’s nothing wrong with testing but when getting a certain score on a test takes precedence over teaching then something’s wrong. Why not test a child at the beginning of school to see where he is academically and then at the end to see how much he’s improved. This would put the accountability where it belongs on the student and the teacher.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Holiday Blahs
Holiday Blahs
The holidays are over and the decorations are down. The house looks bare and dull and I feel depressed. We went north and I got my usual cold but this one struck on Christmas Eve day and continued through New Years so I spent most of the time sneezing, coughing and feeling rotten and the rest of the time trying to hide my red nose and puffy eyes from the cameras. The only high spot was that the two grandsons came back with us. They were a great help with the driving and helped with some leftover Wilma chores. They dug up stumps and planted five new palm trees. Frank is twenty and Kris is eighteen. This is the first time in years that we’ve had both of them together for a visit. I think they were a little bored with us but we enjoyed getting acquainted with the fine young men that they have become without them running off to be with friends as they do when we visit them up north. Kris is studying to be an Air-traffic Controller and is starting flying lessons this semester. He didn’t seem as enthusiastic as I would have thought. I remember when his father was taking flying lessons and that was all he could talk about but Kris has a controlled personality. I hope he learns to loosen up. Frank is a college sophomore and tired of school. He has dyslexia and school work is a drag for him. Although History is one of his favorite subjects and he’s a walking encyclopedia on World War 2, his history teacher insisted on correct spelling. No amount of reasoning would change his mind and eventually Frank had to drop the course or risk a failing grade. This failure in his best subject has left him feeling that he can’t make it in an academic setting. He’s thinking about the Navy but is a little frightened of the discipline. He has many interests and is very creative. He also has a loving supportive family so I believe that he will eventually realize his potential.
I’ve been sorting pictures of my mother and trying to arrange them into a photo journal of her life. Microsoft has a new program that is easy to use and it lets you add narration and music to the pictures. It’s coming along nicely but hasn’t helped my depression.
Now I have to start sorting through bills and receipts to get ready for taxes. Talk about depressing!
The holidays are over and the decorations are down. The house looks bare and dull and I feel depressed. We went north and I got my usual cold but this one struck on Christmas Eve day and continued through New Years so I spent most of the time sneezing, coughing and feeling rotten and the rest of the time trying to hide my red nose and puffy eyes from the cameras. The only high spot was that the two grandsons came back with us. They were a great help with the driving and helped with some leftover Wilma chores. They dug up stumps and planted five new palm trees. Frank is twenty and Kris is eighteen. This is the first time in years that we’ve had both of them together for a visit. I think they were a little bored with us but we enjoyed getting acquainted with the fine young men that they have become without them running off to be with friends as they do when we visit them up north. Kris is studying to be an Air-traffic Controller and is starting flying lessons this semester. He didn’t seem as enthusiastic as I would have thought. I remember when his father was taking flying lessons and that was all he could talk about but Kris has a controlled personality. I hope he learns to loosen up. Frank is a college sophomore and tired of school. He has dyslexia and school work is a drag for him. Although History is one of his favorite subjects and he’s a walking encyclopedia on World War 2, his history teacher insisted on correct spelling. No amount of reasoning would change his mind and eventually Frank had to drop the course or risk a failing grade. This failure in his best subject has left him feeling that he can’t make it in an academic setting. He’s thinking about the Navy but is a little frightened of the discipline. He has many interests and is very creative. He also has a loving supportive family so I believe that he will eventually realize his potential.
I’ve been sorting pictures of my mother and trying to arrange them into a photo journal of her life. Microsoft has a new program that is easy to use and it lets you add narration and music to the pictures. It’s coming along nicely but hasn’t helped my depression.
Now I have to start sorting through bills and receipts to get ready for taxes. Talk about depressing!
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