Thursday, February 26, 2009

Spare time...haha!

I've had numerous people mention to me about all the spare time I have now that my parents are moved and have the old house sold. I find this to be very humorous. We finally closed on the house Feb 6th but things didn't immediately calm down. Then we had dad's truck to trade in on a Subaru Forester, talking my mom into getting a lift chair and my continuing to get things settled in their new place.....Oh and might I add the 3 days I spent more at their house than mine! LOL (even one stayover)....Let's just say, all the alarms have now been tested on a frequent basis, and all the bugs have been worked out of the emergency security systems as well....Also be aware that when you have a new house with a very tight sealing garage door, you have to be sure that the door is up the whole way before starting your car. Otherwise, about an hour after you close the door, the fumes build up and set off the carbon monoxide sensors and the smoke alarms!! Nuff said?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

This old house...

Dad, Stephen and I went down to the old house today to pick up the last piece of furniture. Tomorrow will be the closing. I didn't sleep well last night and I know that it was the trepidation I was experiencing and trying to ignore. I wasn't sure how I'd feel or react being in there one last time. Thank goodness I took my camera as there were still a couple little things that I'd forgotten to take pics of before, like the detail work on the old banister.
I got to thinking about the old place that I'd called 'home' for 43 years. Sure I didn't live there all that time but it certainly was a comfort all the years away, knowing that I could come back to this familiar, safe place. Today I got to thinking of all the stories the house had to tell as though it was a living breathing thing. Ya it was rather hard knowing that would be the last time to be in the house. I mean I started kindergarten from that house, had my friends stay over there, dad had his art classes there, I lived with my first husband there for a month, Hallie spent the first 7 years of her life there, I looked in the mirror at the base of the stairs just before leaving to marry Stephen etc....I get teary thinking of it now. I said goodbye to it (yes out loud) as though it were a living being. I told it how good a home it had been to us but that it was time to move on and that soon it would have 4 kids running up it's stairs again...Stephen and my dad didn't even laugh at me....and I wouldn't have cared if they did.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Inspiration in unlikely places

I’ve watched Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium at least five times. It even holds Stephen’s (my husband) attention which is really saying alot. And that he’s rewatched it five times in the past year is monumental. It is so much more than ‘just’ a kid’s movie.
After each time I watch it I feel better for some reason. I love it! And it epitomizes the philosophy that I tried to instill in the kids that I had in school. That we should approach everything with determination, joy, bravery and wonder.
Everything has potential. When we are young we dream big. There’s no wall of impossibility, no boundries. Life is approached with a youthful curiosity. Unfortunately as we grow into adulthood we have a preconceived idea of what is expected of us and we lose the ‘wonder.’
I always tried to show the kids that you don’t have to leave your childhood behind you when you grow up... Sure there is definitely a time and place for certain behaviors, but I showed them it’s imperative that you take some of your childhood with you! I was always the teacher that was chosen to do the turkey dance with feathers stuck to my behind and other tasks of equal dignity. The kids would watch me (and sometimes other teachers!) wide eyed, I’m sure thinking to themselves, I have never seen an adult act that way! There were smiles on their faces as they’d relax, open up and use their imagination joining in the fun. It was like watching a wet, fragile butterfly coming out of it’s coccoon and then becoming a strong, beautiful one. I did my best to show them it was ok to be unique and when you feel good about your own uniqueness, magic happens.
I always said that the best part of being with little kids was getting to see the world for the first time through their eyes. All those new experiences like watching ants make trails & carrying food much bigger than themselves or watching a spider spin a web.
The movie conveys all those kinds of wondrous things. Mr. Magorium looks at the world with childlike wonder yet he’s very insightful on life. And on the subject of death, if we can only remember his approach it certainly is a lovely one. The other characters have their underlying messages as well. The accountant that has the social skills of a 10 year old boy and then the 10 year old boy with such an active imagination and penache’ for different hats (and imagination) that he guides the accountant to be a better human being. And then of course there’s Mahoney that needs to believe in herself the way Mr. Magorium does, so that she can get her inner ‘magic’ back.
Of course I heard very little about this movie. Obviously it wasn’t a big hit with the critics. That was probably because it had so much to offer on a deeper level compared to the shallow no brainer stuff that’s out there. Alot of times the “bigger is better, technologically superior’ means of entertainment misses the big picture. Sometimes it’s better just to be given a block of wood....and if you're not sure what that means you need to watch the movie to find out. Ü