L’ecole – Week Three

I was going to post on Monday that we were starting week three of school, and now suddenly today is Friday and we are nearly at the end of it! We’ve been working mostly on survival. I am happy to say that my homeschool mom career is far from over – or I can say, at least, that it has morphed into super-hands-on-homework-helper mom: translating, explaining, figuring out: here’s how you say ‘direct object’ in French; when you have a direct object in German it takes the Akkusativ case;  here you must plot these points on x,y axes and then color the ensuing picture, Yes, I believe 47 is a prime number; conjugate the verb ‘etre’; here’s how to say ‘crustacean’ in French; Latin? – who knows, you’re on your own. Good grief! My head spinneth. I am glad to say though, that yesterday was a pretty good day. I cannot say that there were no tears, because I have just had a confession that there were some upon awakening. But everyone made it through the day in decent spirits and didn’t have as much of that hit-by-Mack-truck look about them that they have had. Maybe, just maybe, we are finding the first inkling of a system in the midst of the big, tiring mess of school. They don’t really like it, but at least they are finding it. Or maybe they are just learning to be stoic. One of the biggest challenges is logistics. If Artemis leaves the house by 7:25 she can catch the 7:36 train and have time to lock her bike. She arrives back in the village for lunch on the train at 12:21, and if she hasn’t appeared at the house by 12:27 we’ve agreed that I’ll go drive and look for her, because she’s got to be back on the return bus which leaves at 12:59. If I drive her, we can leave the house at 12:53. If she’s biking, she’d better leave by 12:50. And it goes on and on — times four! We’ve got things worked out to the minute, and I’ve become a chronic watch checker. Now this is quite ironic, to which anyone who knows me well can attest. I’ve always been a believer in a healthy cushion of about 10 minutes either way. Which makes me often late, but hey, if you are 10 minutes late to my house, that’s fine too! Hope you feel the same way! 10 minutes doesn’t really show up on my radar! Until now. One day in the first week of this, as I sat with the kids around the table trying to work out the logistics and feeling my head starting to burn, one of them exclaimed, “Now we know how Papa got the way he is!” It’s an interesting thought: are Swiss people naturally punctual or are they forced to develop that way because of The System? In any event it is good for me, because I’ve been convicted the past few years of the annoyance my lateness may cause in my social circle. I really do believe that chronic lateness is the theft of other people’s time, and I want to change. So like Puddleglum I am thinking that these are the just the chaps to get me to take a serious view on life. My, will my acquaintances back home ever be surprised! We’ve got time for exactly three more inhalations of air and then I’ve got to scoot! On a completely other note, today I biked to France! Because I could! In the exactly 105 minutes that Hermes was at preschool, I hopped on a bike and rode to the pedestrian/bicycle border crossing. It took about 5 minutes. No one was there – just surveillance cameras – and so I crossed unencumbered. It’s the same small town where we often go grocery shopping; I was there by car this morning in fact; I had just never gone on a bicycle. I did not take my camera, so no pictures this time. It’s a sweet small French town complete with remains of medieval ramparts as well as examples of unfortunate French architecture of the 1970s. But a nice looking cafe in a town square where I shall return someday for coffee. It would be nice to bike there with a friend. Anyone? On another note, amidst the travails of the school start and life in general, we have been greatly encouraged by our visits with friends and family via Skype and similar media. It’s not quite like being in the same room, and yet it is so much more like it than a phone call. You can make silly faces, for one thing. Last night, as I was preparing dinner, we got a video call from Uncle Chip who after giving greetings, put on a puppet show for Hermes and kept him occupied while I put things on the table. Then we sat down to eat and put the “him” (the laptop) up on the microwave where he could be at the head of the table. Then Uncle Chip said grace for us and drank his morning coffee while we ate our dinner of soup and salad. Skypeing always makes me think of the Jetsons. We are video-calling like George Jetson! The future is now! How grateful I am for the technology that make it possible, that makes sharing our life via this blog possible, that makes your comments and encouragements possible, that makes us feel not quite so lonely, and our loved ones, though far away, not feel quite so far away. I want a life that’s got the best of all worlds, old and new: high on electronic communication, low on mindless internet drivel; high on handmade art, but also high on digital photography and photo sharing; homegrown food, but a big fridge and a good dishwasher; travelling to see the world, but being able to walk to school. I feel very blessed; I feel like I get a lot of what I want.

Lost in Liechtenstein

We are on our way up to the Alps again, up to Trun for a few days before school begins on Monday. Then we shall stop traipsing for awhile and settle down into our school schedule. After three years of homeschooling, the idea of a school start deadline feels very serious. So, travel weary as we are getting, we set off again. Athena is especially tired of long car rides, so we bribed her with a visit to Liechtenstein on the way. We drove up to Vaduz, the capital and walked through the pedestrian zone. At the visitor’s center we bought postcards and some stamps because that is what you do in Liechtenstein. We sat for a few minutes and started writing postcards while the boys watched a little video about the country. Then we called them and continued on.  A ways down the street we realized that Apollo was missing. He wasn’t there! We lost our child! I started to worry and wondered briefly if I should panic, but then I thought, Hey, it’s a small country, he can’t have gone too far! Zeus ran back, and while I was worried that maybe Apollo would be alarmed when he realized that we’d left without him, he wasn’t. When he calmly walked up with his Papa, he shrugged and said, “Well, it’s a small country. I figured I couldn’t get too lost!” IMG_0054 Here is the end of the main pedestrian zone. On the left is the National Museum and further on before the church, the parliament buildings. On the right behind the trees is the National Bank and the National Exchange. So this is like the National Mall – everything is right there. Isn’t that tidy and nice? IMG_0047 Mailing postcards to Grandpa Chuck who has always wanted a stamp from Liechtenstein. IMG_0046 The gang with a shot of the castle above. That is where the Prince of Liechtenstein lives, peering down over his subjects. We were in front of the visitor’s center which flew banners with greetings in many languages. Hence the Asian language greeting in the photo. The native language of Liechtenstein is a dialect of German, similar to Swiss German as far as I could tell, but like everywhere else, English is the commonly used tourist language. Bella liked Liechtenstein and graced it with a little blessing. A well dressed sixty-something lady who I think perhaps actually lived there (she just looked too put together and camera free to be a tourist) stopped me in the street and admired her, asking me how old she was, how long I had had her and such. She said she wanted to find a little poodle doggy like her. I think she wanted the name of the breeder or something, but I didn’t tell her that she was from far, far away. IMG_0049 Another, better shot of the Prince’s castle up on the hill. We learned from our Rick Steve’s video that of all European monarchies, the Prince of Liechtenstein probably has the most actual power of the day to day life of his subjects. We did not see him, but what we saw of day to day life there seemed calm and quiet and tidy so I guess he is doing a good job. The one exception was the crabby checkout lady at the grocery store where Zeus bought soup and bread for supper. She was not, he said emphatically, a good ambassador for her country. We did not stay for the nightlife, which is just as well, because I think perhaps there isn’t any. IMG_0051 Since we didn’t climb up the hill to the castle, and since they wouldn’t have let us in if we had, there is a very nice model of it down in the square below for photo opportunities. Overall, it was a nice 1 1/2 hour visit to Liechtenstein (2 hours if you count the drive from the border of Switzerland to Vaduz.) I think it takes more time to drive from Renton to Bothell than to drive the length of Liechtenstein. There is certainly more traffic to get to Bothell. Afterwards it felt very odd to return to Switzerland and to think of it as Big Switzerland in comparison. Another country to check off the list.

End-of-July Photo Collage

Some photos to give you a taste of our days as we’ve mostly been moving furniture and bikes down here from the grandparents’ attic, organizing our stuff, figuring out new systems for shopping, cooking and laundry and finding the rhythm of our days.  IMG_9856 Athena-lou-lou in the Back Forty. IMG_9837 The homemade tresse bread brought by a neighbor to welcome us. IMG_9894 Red currant jam made from “our” red currant bush. They were ripe when we arrived, so I borrowed some jars from Tata.  IMG_9839 Apricots in a blue dish. They made me happy. So I took a picture. They make me want to take up painting. IMG_9845 Hanging blossoms which have inspired me to make a lampshade ~ I’m working on it. Meanwhile I keep swiping the blossoms off the bush down by the church. Whenever we pass Hermes calls out “Lampshade!” IMG_9848 Off to work The Land. IMG_9847 Impressive cobwebs we found in the loft of the garden shed. Very Miss Havisham. IMG_9851 Bella on the trail of a good smell. IMG_9863 Baroque church at the old monastery at Bellelay, last week’s day trip outing. Now it is used as an art gallery, but it had quite an interesting history, of which I will not tell you all just now. There was an impressive organ and I hope to return sometime for an organ concert.  IMG_9867 Bellelay Monastery (and this kitchen) is where Tete de Moine (Head of Monk) cheese was first made. Now you can sometimes buy it in Kirkland at Costco. IMG_9865 The cheese kitchen was remodeled in 1734. Bella picture Bella again, because she is so cute and schnuggly and because she barely ever looks right at the camera.

Up in the Swiss Alps – Part 2

Here is the rest of our week in the mountains. After our hike on Tuesday, on Wednesday we did a little supply and thrift shopping in the nearby big/little town and then we drove back to Trun on the scenic route. Here we are looking alpine! It makes me want to break out in song! We wanted to show the kids where we had hiked the day before. In the background, on the right is Brigels (do you recognize that funny bit of table-ish mountain just above our heads?) We had taken the chairlift up from the village to just below the top tree line and hiked back down. It felt so funny to be able to see it so clearly from so far away. It’s a very vertical world and it’s a little like the Grand Canyon where you can see vast distances across from you and things far below even though you cannot reach them easily. Once again you cannot see the valley floor from here (also like the Grand Canyon); it is far below. And I think I forgot to mention last time that after our hike from the day before, and a little dip in the village swimming pond, Zeus and Athena hiked the roughly 8 miles (down and up and down and out of the photo to the lower left) back to Trun. Thena is tough!! But her legs were rather sore on Wednesday and maybe that is why she looks a little peaked in this photo – she wasn’t that keen on going shopping, but would have been quite happy to flop instead. IMG_9741 Thursday we went for another hike, only this time we went the other direction, up the valley towards the View Larger Map’ target=_blank>Oberalp Pass (you are following along on your atlas of Switzerland, aren’t you?) We left the car in Disentis and then took the train up to Sedrun, had lunch and walked back down to Disentis. This was Bella’s first ever train ride! and Hermes’ first ride that he can remember. Who looks more excited? IMG_9745 Along the trail, looking up to the Oberalp Pass. Big flopsy sun hats are not a requirement, but a definite benefit as the sun is strong at this altitude. IMG_9747 Mountain wildlife. I was just amazed at the size of this snail! He is robust from snacking on all the mountain herbs! Seriously, I don’t think I have ever seen so many butterflies as on our two hikes – swarms of them, mostly small and beautiful neon colors – shades of blue and orange mostly. I was also struck by the abundance of mountain flowers blooming in the meadows. I think I am helped by the fact that in the twelve years since I’ve lived here, my familiarity with flora in general has increased and I was able to categorize them somewhat – wild lupin, daisies, angelica, yarrow, pinks, campanula, fireweed, foxgloves, buttercups and tons more that I don’t know the name of. IMG_9748 Walking toward one of the abundant little chapels along the way, accompanied by our faithful hound. Notice the narrow road on the right leading into the background. IMG_9750 Here is the street sign on the narrow road. Not sure, but I am guessing that it means “Roman Road.” It fits, because the Romans definitely conquered and settled this area – leaving their language behind which became Romantsch – and this path is along the main route to the pass which leads to another pass which leads to Italy and Rome. IMG_9751 Inside the little chapel – the girls are standing right inside the door. It is very small! IMG_9752 Athena and I keep falling behind because in our souls we are foragers and gatherers. First we came upon a patch of wild strawberries. Mmmm!! I’ve read in books about the heady perfume of wild strawberries ~ it’s true! We gathered this many and then hurried to catch up to share them. By the time we reached the others we had only a few left…mmm…tasty! IMG_9756 Then, after passing a hillside covered in wild raspberry bushes that need only a few more weeks to ripen, we came upon a patch of mountain blueberries! How could we keep from stopping once again? Blueberries are a favorite of the boys, so here is a photo I snapped as I offered them to them. You can see their hands ready to swoop down for the nummies. IMG_9758 We also filled her hat full of Wild Mountain Thyme – just like the song! – which we are currently drying for culinary use. Here is the quiet village where the boys were waiting for us by a fountain and we shared our blueberries. Then Zeus pointed out the street sign. IMG_9761 Here is a close-up. Hmmm. Well, in Romantsch, the word “Crap” means summit or peak, as in Crap Rainier, or Crap St. Helens. Here, this is the road to the Craps, plural. So next time someone scolds you for using that word, just tell ‘em you are speakin’ a little Romantsch. IMG_9760 More mountains – because they are there. IMG_9753 These little red benches are everywhere along the paths – just in the places where you would want to take in the view or eat your picnic lunch. They make me happy because they are red, like the trains and the flag. IMG_9763 Looking east down the valley to Disentis, our goal. Trun is down there too, further along. The power lines are from the hydroelectric dams and power plants up the valleys. Like Washington State, Switzerland produces and uses a lot of hydroelectric power. IMG_9765 We came across another patch of wild blueberries. IMG_9767 “Boy on a Field of Green” IMG_9769 Zeus was a trooper. He got a touch of some bug and didn’t feel that great when we set out. But he didn’t want to abandon us, so he kept up even though his tummy was upset, even carrying Hermes when he got tired. Here, near the end of our hike, he barfed behind the alpine bush on the left. I didn’t learn this until later (we were gathering wild flowers again) or I wouldn’t have made him pose for a photo. IMG_9775 Now, maybe I shouldn’t be sharing this in a blog – but otherwise maybe you would be tempted to think that everything was perfectly lovely all of the time and that no one was ever crabby or that the children never complained that it was hot or that their feet hurt and they never said an unkind word to a sibling or that no one ever got sick behind a bush. You might be tempted to think that if you get to go live in Switzerland for awhile your life becomes as gorgeous and unmarred as the surroundings. It’s not true! Switzerland has jaw-dropping scenery, but we marred it by taking our imperfect-in-need-of-redemption-and-forgiveness selves along. Thank Heavens (literally!) for our Heavenly Father whom we can thank for all this natural beauty and in the same breath ask for more grace and more patience and more kindness to give to the dear ones around us.One of the many fields filled with wild flowers. This one is for our friends the Baileys – a field of Angelica! IMG_9778 Ta-Da! The end of our hike. IMG_9777 Friday was a quieter day. Zeus slept off his bug most of the day and the kids and I went to the playground and then back to the Rhine River where they built a wonderful rock dam to make a dipping pool. (There aren’t enough dams on the Rhine yet.) I took pictures but they are in my camera which has gone missing. That is another concern and another story. Saturday we packed up and drove over the Oberalppass, past Lucerne and back to Boncourt – back to “real life.” Stay tuned!

Brementown Musicians

I meant to post this back in May as a review of sorts when this was still playing, but well….sometimes life can happen. The past couple years we’ve had the opportunity to see live theater at The Seattle Children’s Theatre. Every show they do is excellent, and if you can go as part of a homeschool group or school group as we do, the tickets are quite affordable. So last month they did a production of The Brementown Musicians that was absolutely fabulous. I was expecting a fun show about a cute fairy tale, but they turned this story into a full-on musical, and it has moved to one of my top three 3 favorite SCT plays. When I was a kid, the Brementown Musicians was one of my favorite Grimm fairy tales – I think it has something to do with the theme of social misfits combined with animals and music. For this show they took all the funny stereotypes of German folk life — pointy Prussian hats, lederhosen, folk art sets (there were even my red polka-dotty mushrooms painted onto the scenery!), mixed them with great tunes and classic SCT animal characterizations.  With a strutting walk and a few feathers we are convinced that the rooster is a rooster. IMG_8857  So anyway, the whole point I bring it up, besides talking up the Children’s Theatre, is that it makes the perfect opportunity to showcase this wonderful cross-stitch pillow made for me by a friend for my 40th birthday. I’ve been waiting for just the right moment to show it off. She said she saw the pattern and thought I would like it. She was so right – I love folk art. But how did she know that was my favorite fairy tale? Anyway, it’s amazing handcrafting and right now it is beautifully adorning my couch, and anyone who dares to sit too close to it, much less on it, better get ready for an earful. IMG_8855 It only pains me because it is so pretty, and very very soon I will have to put it in a box for a year, one of the many boxes that are now invading our living, family and every room. We leave one month from today and all the boxes are making me feel unsettled. So I took a picture of my pillow to tide me over.