How to Panic Your Children

And here I thought I was just being efficient. I decided to get a jump on dinner so I mixed up a marinade for the chicken. Now I’m listening to an intense and fear-tinged conversation:

Rose: “But we didn’t have lunch!”

Beanie: “I know that.”

Rose: “But Mommy’s making dinner! That means we missed lunch!”

Beanie (gasps): “What???”

Another New Book Blog

And it looks like fun.

Just this morning I was thinking with faint despair of my to-be-read list. Gregor the Overlander has to go back to the library today. I read two chapters and then Jane hijacked it, and I forgot about it for a week, and now someone else has it on hold so I can’t renew it. And I was thinking about how I’ll have to move it out of my “Currently Reading” Typelist but of course it can’t go to “Books I’ve Read” either, and it struck me that right now my most active booklist is the list of books I really want to read, intend to read, request from the library in order to read, stack on my nightstand hoping to read, and only occasionally manage actually to read.

So when I heard (from Becky, because I hadn’t made my daily visit to Liz’s blog yet) about the new Librarian’s Most Wanted blog, which will be devoted to discussion of what is on people’s to-be-read lists and why, I thought: Perfect.

I posted my short list not long ago, though of course it has grown since then. One addition: The Grapes of Wrath, because it has been over twenty years; because Scott and I watched Cinderella Man last week and it got me thinking about the Depression.

A Rare Cross-Post

I won’t often duplicate content here and at Bonny Glen. Hardly ever never. The extremely rare exception will be special announcements like this one:

George Ella Lyons wrote a poem about the things that shape a person, the events and images and words that cohere to create a sense of place. “I am from the dirt under the black porch./ (Black, glistening,/ it tasted like beets.)” The poem has become a meme; you may have seen examples here and there.

Now Loni, one of my fellow ClubMom Bloggers, is sponsoring a contest: Write your own version of the “I Am From” poem—or have your kid write one—and post it on your blog. Send Loni the link and she’ll enter you in her contest. She’s offering actual prizes!

The template is here and the contest rules are here. The deadline is June 21st. Hey Agnes, this one has your name written all over it!

Poetry Mad-Libs

George Ella Lyons wrote a poem about the things that shape a person, the events and images and words that cohere to create a sense of place. “I am from the dirt under the black porch./ (Black, glistening,/ it tasted like beets.)” The poem has become a meme; you may have seen examples here and there.

Now Loni, one of my fellow ClubMom Bloggers, is sponsoring a contest: Write your own version of the “I Am From” poem—or have your kid write one—and post it on your blog. Send Loni the link and she’ll enter you in her contest. She’s offering actual prizes!

The template is here and the contest rules are here. The deadline is June 21st. Hey Agnes, this one has your name written all over it!