The Book of Our Life

Today Morgane and I are waiting for the school bus and she climbs on top of the biggest pile of snow she can find and stares up, admiring the big, blue sky. "Mom," she asks. "Are we in a book?" I think I know what she means. She realizes that life is story and stories are books. But I don't know what to say, so I think I say, "No. But, maybe." She points upward and says that the sky must be the page, the part that we can flip or turn. I'm amazed that she notices these small things, that she is so much like me. Many times I look at my life and imagine what kind of a book it would be. But not once did I think to say it out loud.

Tea Parties

I'm pleased that my daughter is serving vegetables at her tea party. And you have to eat some before you can have dessert. The animals never eat when we're watching, but when I close my eyes, I hear "crunch, munch, munch," and each time I open my eyes, another vegetable has disappeared!

Skating Fun

Thanks to the best twenty bucks I've spent lately, skating is now fun. Morgane got her hands on this little red, skating support and she began zooming from one end of the lake to the other. She kept this up, interrupted by only a few minor falls, until she finally collapsed, exhausted, shouting that she NEVER wanted to skate again in her life. Today, though, she asked me, "Mom, can we go skating?"

Tired

I'm tired. Maybe it was the long drive to work and back on snowy roads or the class I taught three times today. Maybe it's because my dog needed me to untangle her from around the tree and my daughter needed me to comfort her since her Max and Ruby video gave her nightmares about blue tarantulas.

I sat in her room with her and we talked about how they only live in warm countries. And they're not blue, I told her, but she wouldn't believe me. She wanted them to come in all sorts of rainbow colours. I said maybe people eat them like breakfast cereal.

Like the other day, I asked her if she wanted a ham sandwich. No. A cheese sandwich? No. So, I suggested an octopus sandwich with lots of legs and her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Could I just see one?" she asked.

Now the question I ask myself is why it's so hard to just do nothing when I'm tired. Tomorrow I am going on a field trip to see an art exhibit on portraits of children. My first school trip with my daughter's kindergarten class. Good night.Sleep tight. Don't let the blue tarantulas bite.

Teaching Writing

This week I began teaching my Winter 2008 college course. I have three groups - 82 students overall. Sometimes school seems like a fraud, so I try to share things with them that I find authentic. So far we're off to a good start with a discussion of fiction and non-fiction and the fine line between. Also, regarding the spectrum of writing from objective to subjective, I told them that I didn't think any writing could be totally objective. Even if the writer sticks to facts, they still choose what to say and what not to say in the same way that a photographer chooses what to include in a picture. Cropping, editing, it's all the same. We focus the reader or viewer's eye on what we want them to see.

I'm excited about getting them to write their own creative non-fiction. I don't think anybody can say it's not a valuable experience to take material from your life and craft it into a story. Hopefully, we'll have time for the oral tradition of storytelling as well.

Note this beginning-of-term enthusiasm which will surely pass to "oh shit - do I have to get those midterm marks in already?" followed by "why did I think I could mark so much stuff?" and ending with "oh my god, why am I so exhausted?" And then it will be summer.

My New Jacket

I have a new winter jacket - a red, Arc'teryx one that is really warm, but not too bulky. Suddenly, I love winter, especially days like today - cold enough that the snow is powdery and light with no trace of dampness, and the sky is blue and calm, not windy. This will be great when I am waiting for Morgane's school bus. Today she wanted me to wait far away; she wanted to do it by herself. My big girl.

Windy

The wind is tossing everybody's recycling into the street. And not just in Laval and Montreal, but also in Toronto. And near Kingston, the power has gone out. I know this because today I am taking part in my on-line course. Seven of us, from across Canada, are chatting on the forum. Haven't heard from the Westerners in Edmonton and Banff yet since it's still early there.