Thursday, February 17, 2011

Spring is Coming

I went into my pantry the other night, looking for the sweet potatoes, which I wanted to bake. I found some that I forgot about. They had sprouted. So I did what I've often thought of doing...three days after I pitch the sprouty ones. I put them in soil.




And now they are sitting on a shelf in our breezeway, hopefully growing and getting ready for May, when they will go out into the garden.




Oh, and what do you think? Is my jasmine doing well inside this winter, or what? (Point of information; I trimmed all the sprouts back just after the New Year. This has grown since then.)




Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Petermans Go To Springfield

Long ago, in grade school, I would think, you were taught that one of the great things about this country is our participatory government. We elect people to head to Congress or the State House or the County building or wherever, and these people make laws that order society. Every once in a while, there's a disconnect, and one of these guys tries to make a law that isn't fair, or would cause problems in implementation, or oversteps boundaries. OK, enough for 5th grade civics.

Recently, in Illinois, such a law was proposed by a well-meaning state senator. The bill, seen in it's current form here, would require all parents of students not enrolled in a public school to register their students yearly with the state. Since 1950, Illinois has put the "burden" of home education on the parents of students, as explained here. Homeschooling in Illinois requires only of parents that we keep records of days of attendance for our kids/students; no registration, testing, curriculum reviews, home visits, teacher certification, or any of the like have been required of Illinois parents. We like it that way. Most of us who homeschool talk about the freedom of tailoring curriculum to our students' learning style, teaching appropriate subjects at the appropriate times, looking for the teachable moment. This bill is seen as an intrusion, a way of compelling us to "answer" to another authority when designing our curriculum.

Yesterday, hearings were held in Springfield to discuss this bill, where to assign it to committee for further study, and whether it was workable. About 4,000 homeschoolers (that statistic is an estimate from Capitol security) decided to show up for the "festivities," and let our legislators know that, no, thank you, we're doing fine and don't need any help from the state of Illinois.

We stood in line, waiting to get into the Capitol building.



We talked to others in the line, and noticed various levels of information about the day's events. Some who had arrived for a pre-hearing information session to be held at 9am were turned away; security at the building where the meeting was held couldn't handle the crowds. The Capitol building was much more capable, although they asked us to stay on the main floor. Seems the upper levels were already full to capacity. Four floors of our State Capitol filled with homeschooling families. Too bad I didn't get a picture of that. My journalism professor would smack me upside the head.

Some families were convinced that voting on the bill was happening yesterday. The Gub'mint, see, always lies and sneaks things past us when we're not looking. Yeah, well, we were looking yesterday, and this was just a hearing day.

Several folks we talked to spoke of taking the opportunity to meet their representatives and senators, "While we're here." One family told us that their senator was obviously in favor of the bill, although he insisted it was a "bad bill," and would be withdrawn, rewritten and re-presented. He couldn't understand their deep concern over something as innocuous as registration. Well, my friend, when the stated purpose is "to find the homeschoolers," people get suspicious.... This lady sums up my concerns about the bill. Although our daughter is about to leave our homeschool, and she's our last student, I want the flexibility and freedom we enjoyed during these years to be available to those who choose to homeschool in this state in the future.

We waited in line for a little over an hour before we got inside. It was cold, but the sun was warm. It really wasn't too bad.




We tried to meet our senator, but she was in meetings. We'll go back later the spring to do so. We tried to sit in on a Senate session, but they started late; we waited 45 minutes before we gave up.



We did sit in on the end of the House session, and were treated to the recognition of a fine young Marine who gave his life in Afghanistan last fall.

And then we drove home, stopping at the Cracker Barrel and Starbuck's along the way.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen!

Yesterday Miss Mary, our baby, turned 16. Below, a picture of the birthday cake [three layers of Hershey's Perfectly Chocolate cake with Strawberry filling (and topping)] and a quick video of part of the celebration.




Saturday, February 12, 2011

Saturday Farm Report

It's warmer today; in the 30s. The horses are out and romping through the pasture. They've been in while wind chills were below -15 (no laughing at our spoiled ponies, please) but now they're kicked out to fend for themselves.

I got some shopping done this morning; sausage and cheese for pizza night, sugar for Mary's birthday cake. Too bad I forgot cocoa. I'll be baking tonight, instead!

She and I worked in the sewing/guest room; we're tossing around calling it the project room. It has so many purposes, it's hard to decide on a name! She finished a skirt she started in October, and I almost finished the one I started then. She started right in on another one; it has pleats which she is arranging to highlight a fancy Oriental dragon. It should be cute. We had a rough start, when the sewing machine just refused to work. After a day of resting it, and trying everything I could think of, we called an experienced sewing friend. We had that puppy figured out lickety-splicket. Whoda thunk that a needle installed backwards would cause so much trouble?

Pizza crust is rising in the bread machine, and our day is humming along to allow us to head to church this evening. Tomorrow is Miss Mary's 16th birthday, and we'll spend it with family, eating spaghetti and meatballs and chocolate strawberry cake. Somehow, I don't think I'll be losing any weight this week!

Friday, February 11, 2011

A Visit

My two sisters and I went and visited our mom today. Yes, I know she's gone, but we visited her at the cemetery. Today was her birthday. We were so blessed to have her for so many years, and now we don't. So we went to visit.

Yes, we're well aware that she's not there. We know that where she is is a much better place than where we is. And, yes, I know the grammar isn't right in that last sentence. I know I should be more formal and careful in this kind of post. But our visit was just too doggone...hilarious.

See, going to a cemetery in February in Illinois can be very interesting. The weather can be anything, and usually is. Today there was snow on her grave that reached almost halfway to my knees, and I'm pretty tall. The red roses my dad left there in the fall had frozen into the vase. We took along hot water in Thermoses to thaw them out. They popped right out and we put yellow ones in.

The hilarious part? That was watching my sisters struggle up the little hill to the grave. Visiting a cemetery is supposed to be somber...respectful...quiet. But it's hard to be all of those things when your sister is lying on her back in the snow, struggling to get up from where she's fallen. When the three of you forgot snow boots, and, even though two of you remembered to ask for extra grocery bags at The WalMarts so you could put them on your feet, one didn't, and the oldest stole the middle (without realizing it until we were back in the car ) one's second bag, so Middlesister only had one bag for her two feet. And before anyone starts yapping at me about the grocery bags, please notice that I didn't specify which sister was rolling on her back in the snow like a beetle. Or which sister couldn't get herself out of the snowbank at the end.

I'm just saying.

But here's a picture of the roses.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wow. Just, wow.

My friend Cheryl shared this on Facebook today. I feel very ignorant and uneducated that I never saw it this way before.