Eating for Free

Even people who know me in a very superficial way know that I am thrifty.  Yesterday I was quite excited when I discovered that not only did Safeway have grass-fed beef for $5, but there were coupons attached to several of the packages for $2.50 off.  And I hate waste and try very hard (with varying results) to avoid it.  At Christmas I snag all the bows from packages and use them again.  I even fold up the tissue paper to save.  I have grown two pineapples from the plant I got when I planted the top from a pineapple I bought at the store.

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This morning I went out in the garden to see what I could pick to eat.  I was thinking I might cut some kale and make chips, which are always a family favorite.  But, as I was walking along, I noticed that there was a lot of the weed cress growing.  It’s edible, so I started cutting it when I found it.  Then I realized that there was a LOT of lambs’ quarters growing in one of my vegetable beds. Lambs’ Quarters is a winter green that’s quite mild tasting.  It looks like it’s so tender that even a slight frost would kill it.  But they were not in a protected area and had survived the snow, ice and just general frost that we’ve had this winter.  And I didn’t plant either of these plants.  The best I can figure, the lambs’ quarters went to seed in a different bed, got pulled up and thrown in the compost, and then sprouted when the compost was spread on this bed.  So, tonight’s salad was totally free.  It cost me nothing, but was very, very tasty.  Doesn’t this look yummy?dscn2332

Do you ever have left-overs that aren’t enough to really use again?  When I do, I toss them in a pot in my freezer.  When I steam or microwave vegetables, I add the water to the pot.  (It’s got lots of vitamins!)  If I use up a bottle or can of something like tomatoes, I rinse it out and throw the water in the pot.  After left-overs have been in the fridge long enough that I can tell they aren’t going to get eaten, I throw them in the pot as well.  Then when the pot is full, I pull it out to thaw.  Then I throw it all in a kettle on the stove and give it a good boil.  Voila!  Soup!  I call it “Musgo Soup.”  (After a week in the fridge, everything “musgo.”)  I made a big pot today.  Sometimes it needs a bit more liquid, and that was the case today.  Instead of adding water or using some chicken broth, today I pulled some turkey broth out of the freezer to add.  Now this broth was made by boiling the turkey carcass from Christmas.  It’s rich and tasty and free.  The only cost is the electricity I use to cook it.  So it was the perfect addition to my free soup.  This will be my lunch for next week.  Yum!dscn2333

I’m still watching out for ways to eat for little or no money.  I feel so clever and accomplished when I can feed my family with just a little bit of work and no money at all.  Smug even.

Retire? Me? Hold on!

Retirement?  Yikes!  I’m far, far from that age.  Except, well, I’m not.  This is my husband’s 30th year teaching special education.  At 30 years, he can retire with the full package.  (I should know very clearly what that it, but I do not.  Mostly because I didn’t ever plan on being retirement age.  Well, I planned on being that age, just not that retirement thing.  Well, that’s not true either, but I just don’t know such things.)  And all that means that people frequently ask when Dan is going to retire.  And then, inevitably because we are the same age, they ask when I plan to retire.  And I always say in a pained voice, “I don’t know.”

But lately I’ve actually been thinking about it more.  I’m not sure why.  Perhaps it’s a combination of things.  Dan loves to watch homesteading videos and I have been watching a few lately myself.  I just finished reading a book about a modern sustainable farming family. And we had a couple of snow days that extended our Christmas break, creating time for me to do things at home.

And you know what?  I love doing things around my home.  I find it extremely fulfilling.  Dan and I bought this property almost 20 years ago with the idea of being more self-sufficient.  But then life took us (me especially) in other directions.  I taught school as a substitute teacher more.  Then I was offered a job as a special education teacher, which ended up with me getting a Master’s degree and student loans.  It all meant that I really just did not have time to be self-sufficient.

But it was always there.  Sleeping a lot, waking drowsily from time to time.  And somehow lately, it has woken up.  I love teaching.  I really, really do.  But I derive such joy when at least part of the food I put on the table was grown here.  I want to do that more.  And it’s just so hard when I’m at school all day.

So, I’m starting to actually think about when I will retire.  I still don’t have an answer, but I no longer think I will just go on teaching forever.  In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out ways to supplement my retirement to pay off those pesky loans.  Maybe I will grow salad greens.  It was an idea I once pursued, but life…..  I could get back to that.  Or maybe I will bake cookies.  Or knit hats.  Or bake bread.  Or sell roses.  Or some combination.  Right now I don’t know.  But it’s sure fun thinking about it.

Christmas Reflection

december-30-stockingsEvery year, shortly after Christmas, I sit down to reflect on the previous season.  I do it while the memory is still fresh in my mind.  What went well.  What needs to change.  What I liked.  What I missed.

This year I really had trouble finding things I would change.  My best friend moved away, so we didn’t get to make cookies together.  I missed that.  But we made plans to bake cookies via Skype next year.  (Thank you Dan for that idea.  You could have come up with it sooner, but it’s still a good idea.)  We didn’t go to see any lights.  But, we did stop by one of the local nurseries to watch their display that coordinated with music.

Otherwise, it was just about a perfect Christmas.  Which makes me wonder.  What exactly made it so terrific?  First, I got to see both my boys.  Not both on the 25th.  Not even on the same day, but I still got to see them in person.  Jacob spent Christmas with his in-laws in Chehallis and the Carlsons graciously invited us up for Christmas.  So we bundled into the car on the 25th and made it in time to have snacks before dinner.

Henry came home on the 30th, so we had “Christmas” on the 31st.  Through the miracle of technology, we were even able to include Jacob and Shawna in the fun.  I wasn’t quite the same, but still quite good.

But there was more to this fabulous Christmas.  I was calm.  If you know me, you know that I am already planning for next Christmas (355 days) because I don’t want to feel so rushed that I miss the joy.  But usually I still have a few times that I am just crazy.  I feel overwhelmed and panic about all I need to get done.  I don’t know why I do that.  It really doesn’t help.  In fact, it makes it harder because I’m not getting anything done when I’m having a meltdown and then I don’t get anything done while I get calm again.

But this year, it just did not happen.  It was the most peaceful Christmas I can remember ever having.  Granted, it was helped by not having little kids at home.  We do have our foster son, but he does not create a lot of Christmas craziness.  But that hasn’t stopped me from being crazy in the past.

Fall was rough on me.  There were many things that went wrong and came out of nowhere to make keeping up feel impossible.  It was not fun and I felt like a mess much of the time. I certainly did not feel like someone who was a good representative of what a Jesus follower looks like.  I didn’t want to be that way, but I just couldn’t seem to get myself on solid footing.  And then I read this statement by Graham Cooke: You don’t become a new person by changing your behavior.  You focus on who you already are in Christ and behave accordingly.

Since who I actually am is a woman who trusts Jesus, I’ve been practicing acting like one.  It’s amazing how that little shift can make such a difference.   I would never have believed it could, but I’m living proof.  So, this Christmas, when things didn’t go as planned and I was tempted to panic, I reminded myself to act like I trusted Jesus.  I didn’t have to feel like I trusted him, just act that way.  And it worked!!

Doing that helped me to focus more on Jesus and less on the crazy.  I LOVE Christmas music and listen to it throughout the year.  But this year, it didn’t hold the attraction for me.  I just didn’t want to listen to Jingle Bells and I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.  Instead, I found playlists of Advent Songs on YouTube.  It was so relaxing and really focused my mind on Jesus, who really was my Prince of Peace.

This was a wonderful Christmas.  So wonderful, in fact, that I am still feeling the peace of the season.  I want to keep this feeling.  It is just such a better way to be.

Math, math, math

Lately I’ve had math on the brain.  I dream about math.  When I go for a walk, I plan math.  When I’m in the garden, my mind turns to math.  I’m reading math blogs and scouring Pinterest for math ideas.  Math, math, math.  Specifically, algebra.  At the age of 56 I am teaching algebra for the very first time.  It is both exciting and terrifying.

My students are the ones who have a hatred very strong dislike of math, who have struggled with it for years.  So I want to make it fun and accessible.  I’m not using a textbook, although a teacher in a neighboring district has given me her syllabus, notes, and worksheets.  I’m finding those to be quite helpful.  But I want more for these kids than worksheets.

Education has fads just like every other area in life.  The current “fad” is interactive notebooks.  The kids will use these to create their own textbooks.  They copy down my notes on the right side.  (Right is always right.)  They do practice problems on the left.  And sometimes they will look just like that.  But mostly I’m looking for and creating “fold-ables.”  Think scrapbooking with cutting and glueing and bright colors meets math. Fun!  I hope.

I’m really excited about it.  And scared.  Quite scared.  This whole process is very time-intensive for the teacher….me.  Once school starts, time speeds up and it’s Christmas before I have even adjusted to September.   So, I’m trying to get a head start.  After a lot of false starts, I think I am making progress.  I’m up to Day 2.  It’s taken me hours to get this far.  Hours.  And that’s just the notebook.  It doesn’t include the videos I want to use or the hands-on activities to go with each lesson.

But it’s summer, and I want to do summer stuff.  So, I’m trying to balance math and summer.  Some days summer wins.  Some days math wins.  Today writing this blog won.

I’m trying to look at this as an opportunity to trust God.  I’m trying to make this my thought process:  God called me to this job.  God put a love of teaching math into my heart.  God gave me this opportunity.  God is showing me a step at a time what to do.  God will continue to help me along the way.  He wants my students to succeed even more than I do.  So, go God!!

Nike is Like God (If You are a Teacher from Oregon)

Earlier this month, I traveled to Denver, CO with the other teachers from my school to attend an AVID conference.  In case you don’t know, AVID stands for “Achievement Via Individual Determination.”  It is a research-based program to teach students skills to be successful in college. Lots of good stuff.  I was quite excited to go and learn new skills myself to teach to my students.

I work at a very low-income, very small school.  There is no way we could ever afford to send even one teacher to this conference, let alone the whole staff (eight…I told you we were small.)  Enter Nike.  We have a Nike grant to implement the program, including sending us to the conference.  Thank you Nike.

But Nike didn’t stop with paying the entire expense (plane fare, hotel, meals, conference cost).  They did more.  When we arrived at our first session, all of our chairs had brand new Nike backpacks hanging from them. Really nice backpacks.  Backpack

But that wasn’t the end of it.  Also at my spot at the table was a wristband.  This was a very important wristband.  It was my ticket to get on a chartered bus and transported to Coors Field for a party.  When we walked into the building, we were welcomed by a drum line and the smoke machine to walk through.  A camera was there to flash our images on the jumbotron.  I felt like a hero.  Once inside, there were people walking around with the most amazing hors d oeuvres: mini corndogs, little cups of Cerveche, and mini soft pretzels.  All of the drink carts were open, as was the bar on the top level.  And then there was a very long buffet of food.  The batting and pitching cages were open.  We were truly treated like VIPs.  It was wonderful.

The next day I used my new backpack to carry my materials.  I noticed a few of the teachers from other states eyeing them and wondering why so many of us had the same backpacks.  Occasionally I would be asked if the rumor that there was a party just for the teachers from Oregon was true.  I felt a little bit guilty.  I had done nothing to deserve such fabulous treatment.  The only thing I had was that I was a teacher from Oregon at a school that wanted to help its students.

And isn’t that just like God?  I am a sinner with nothing to offer.  I’m just living here on Earth wanting something better.  And God gives me something much better than a backpack and a party.  He gives me his own son.  He takes my place so that I can have eternity with Him.  And all because He loves me.

Nike really isn’t like God.  God is so, so much better.

My To Do List

Do you have a to do list?  Mine is in a page protector because I have a set group of things I try to accomplish each day and each week.  It’s quite nerdy, but it works for me.  Sort of.

I give myself only three things to accomplish each day.  Sort of. Those are beyond the “dailies.”  You know:  laundry, dinner, exercise, brush teeth.  (Really!  Brush teeth is one of the things I check off each day.  Otherwise, there’s about a 50% chance that I will forget.  TMI?  Sorry.)  Then I give myself three things to do each day:  one inside, one outside, and one “other.”  Today those tasks were:  make an ice cream cake (Done except for the glaze that you put on right before serving), plant the pepper plant I just bought to replace the one that died, (Done.  Also, weeded and deadheaded and pruned a rose bush.  Dan said I had enough trimming to make a whole other rose.) and wrap my bonus daughter’s birthday presents.  (Done.)

Then I have a weekly list that I very rarely manage to finish.  But I dream about having time at home to accomplish it.  It includes, menu planning and other paperwork (like paying bills), gardening, the weekly house blessing, and so on. This week isn’t yet done.  No surprise there.  But what is a surprise is that as soon as I hit publish for this blog entry, it will be done.  Done.  Done.

I do not feel caught up.  But I think I can just catch glimpse of something masquerading as caught up.  Almost.  Nah.  It’s all just a mirage.  But I did get a blog post done this week!

{pretty, happy, funny, real}

What is this {pretty, happy, funny, real} you speak of? ~ {pretty, happy, funny, real} ~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~ Inspired by Like Mother, Like Daughter!

For the past few years, I have really been trying to appreciate the beauty of the ordinary. To really appreciate all the good that is going on in my life.  I think it makes me happier.  So, here goes my first foray into phfr:

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The roses are blooming like crazy.  Not only are they pretty, but they smell pretty too.  Sitting on my porch is such a lovely experience as their fragrance wafts its way around the yard.  And the butterflies are back.  This guy has been quite busy in the yard today checking out the flowers in bloom.

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The raspberries are ripening and there are a LOT of them this year.  Every couple of nights Dan goes out and picks the ripe ones for me to have with my breakfast.  He is so sweet and lets me eat most of them because they make me so happy.

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This is my little garden cart that Dan got me for Christmas.  Looks pretty stable, doesn’t it.  Don’t let its looks fool you.  Put that thing on unlevel ground and it will tip.  That is exactly what it did on Wednesday tipping me over into the raspberries.  I was using a three-pronged cultivator to pull weeds and somehow I ended up sitting on it in the process.  When I called the doctor’s office to ask when my last tetanus shot was, the nice woman on the phone told me I had never had one in Oregon.  Hmm.  I’m lived continuously in Oregon for over 50 years.  I know I’ve had a tetanus shot in that time.  But not, apparently, since the database was created (over 10 years ago).  So I got a DTaP because tetanus lives in dirt.  After a small melt down, all is well.  Neosporin and Nexcare band-aids are my friends.

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Every spring I have such great hopes that I will have my garden cleaned up by Memorial Day.  That is Monday and here is my garden.  Full of weeds.  I do have a couple of beds cleaned up and planted, but this one is still completely full of weeds.  Although I do think I will let that volunteer poppy continue to take up residence.  Red poppies make me happy.

So there you have it.  What’s going on in your life?

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