Peaceful Coexistence

The chickens have grown and the time has come to give them some freedom. You know, let them fly the coop so to speak. It’s time to let them free range and get their fill of bugs and the oh so delectable weeds we raise here in Skeeterville. It’s better for their health and heaven knows it is better for our wallets. Free ranging also makes for happy chickens, they are less restless in the coop.

It was always in the plan to let them free range as much as possible. The challenge was going to be integrating the fowl with the canines. We have collies, who are herders by nature, but still, there was some uncertainty about how things would play out.

We started by letting the chickens out while keeping the dogs in. This was fine in the hazy hot and humid days of summer. The dogs would much prefer to be inside in the shade. However, the ultimate goal was peaceful co-existence.

Today, it appears our efforts paid off.

One collie laying down with a chicken wandering beside him the other watching a group of birds off camera.

Last Lunch

Fish went to an overnight camp recently. She was a little nervous, but mostly excited. This is her third year going to camp so she really knew what to expect.

One of the things she expected was the food. It’s, well, it’s camp food. She’s been to this camp before, so she was looking forward to the spaghetti and maybe hot dogs, oh and breakfast was usually pretty good. Other than that, well, it’s camp food ya know?

I offered to take her out to lunch before I dropped her off and she chose Boloco. Not a bad choice, but then I reminded her about the clam shack not too far from camp. Now we’re talkin’!!

So, what’s on the menu for the last lunch before camp? I’m glad you asked! Steamed Maine clams, lemonade and carmel, chocolate peanut butter cookie dough ice cream. Hopefully those memories lasted her the week!

Fish barely tolerating me taking a picture of her eating her steamers.  STEAMED CLAMS, Fish enjoying her chocolate, carmel peanut butter cookie dough ice cream

 

 

Real

Fish, her second halloween (as a bunny) with Blankie

“You were Real to the Boy,” the Fairy said, “because he loved you. Now, you shall be Real to every one.”

– Nursery Magic Fairy, The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

When my daughter was an infant, my mother-in-law gave her Bear and my dear friend Jeanne gave her a purple Comfort Silkie Blankie. Fish took to them almost instantly and the two traveled everywhere with us. B&B were a team. I wasn’t able to locate another bear, but we bought several more Blankies and rotated them regularly so they wore relatively evenly. This way if one were lost, (GOD FORBID), Blankie would not be gone for good (and Mom & Dad could still sleep at night). For most of the first two years of her life, Fish thought there was only one Blankie. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she discovered the Blankie stash. It was like Christmas. She grabbed them all and snuggled them close.

After a while, Fish settled on one specific Blankie for comfort. Thankfully by then she was able to keep track of Blankie herself and the world did not come to a screeching halt if Blankie could not be immediately located. Blankie’s importance has definitely diminished over the years, but she remains part of Fish’s inner circle of confidants. We kept the others (down to two from a high of four) in a drawer “just in case”.

Lately, poor Blankie has been showing her age. Her flannel side is thread bear and has disintegrated in to long shreds. Her tag (probably her most important part) is literally hanging on by a thread*. She’s had to stay home a few times for fear of not surviving camping or air travel. Still she perseveres and provides much needed comfort. She’s a trooper!

Three pictures horizontally, Fish with "rag" and a less worn Blankie, The Real Blankie and Bear, and the tag litterally hanging on by a thread.

Bear too is showing her age, she’s lumpy and has required several nose jobs over the years (props to Grammy and her mad sewing skills), but she has been Blankie’s faithful nurse and companion and she too is a member of the inner circle. I’m grateful to them both for their service. Not many would tolerate being smooshed under a feverish child, being drenched in vomit or stuffed into a small backpack to travel on adventures. Still, they provide comfort and keep secrets and are to be lauded for their efforts.

Someday, they too will be Real.

*Right after I wrote this, the thread broke and Blankie and her tag were separated forever.

“I now sleep with one of the replacements.  I’ll never give up the old one until she’s a few threads held together by nothing but love.” – Fish

Weir’s Beach

“What Are We Going to do For FUN today?”

That is the question I hear most mornings during summer vacation. Some days it is pretty cut and dried. 99 Degrees? 100% humidity? We’re heading to Aunt Jane’s and swimming in the pool.

Top A Winnepesauki Railroad car, Row FunSpot Sign and Token Cards, Third row, me playing PacMan,Fish playing Pin ball and Mim riding a motorcycle video gameLast Friday was less clear. It was a beautiful summer day, a few puffy clouds, minimal humidity, highs in the low 80’s and a light breeze. I had a deadline in the morning, but the afternoon was ours. I lobbied for a bike ride on a local bike trail, but I got out voted. After consulting our list of things we wanted to do this summer, my son proposed Weir’s Beach.

I grew up with the Jersey Shore, within reasonable driving distance. So, the beach and the boardwalk are not foreign too me. Weir’s Beach is kind of like a mini Jersey Shore. There is a beach, the MS Mount Washington sails from the pier and there is a boardwalk and arcades.

Before our trip, I scouted things out and identified a specific location for treats and also found a coupon for FunSpot, a year round bowling/mini-golf/arcade located just up the road from the boardwalk.

Fish kiboshed the beach right off the bat apparently we’d been swimming too much this week. I didn’t realize that was possible. We got a late start so her brother & I agreed to this condition and we set off (A-Man had to work). We explored the boardwalk and were able to just glance at the arcades because I promised a full service arcade at FunSpot. While at the board walk, the Winnepesauki Railroad pulled in and we agreed that would be a fun trip for another day.

We picked the perfect time for Fun Spot. Everyone else was enjoying a perfect beach day (not such a great thing for a family with albinism). Between the  WOKQ Buyers Club and an online promo code, I was able to get $50 worth of tokens for $22. We played video games, skee ball and air hockey. I got my annual Pac Man fix and we still have tokens left! The kids cashed out their tickets for the requisite junk and we headed on to the Kellerhaus for treats.

My daughter hit the sundae bar and Mim & I hit the candy shop. The Sundae bar looked amazing, but my logic was that a Pecan Turtle was fewer calories than an ice cream sundae with all the fixin’s. My caloric math, might be flawed, but the Turtle was yummy. 🙂

I like being a tourist in my own backyard. I can imagine we’ll head back to FunSpot when the weather turns cold. They offer two kinds of bowling (candlepin AND ten pin) and we still have about $25 worth of tokens burning a hole in our collective pocket.

Escape From Skeeterville

Last week when I heard my slider open, I was a little startled. Both kids were in the house (one still in bed) and my Mother-in-law (the only other person to come through my sliding door during the day), was away. Turns out it was Dave, my husband’s cousin with interesting news.

Two chickens in the coop many more outside the coop. “Are your chickens supposed to be out?”

“Well, yeah, they have the automatic chicken door.”

“No, I mean out as in all over the yard out.”

“Um, no.”

We think it was a combination of things, when the coop door is closed, there is er was a gap just wide enough for a curious chicken to squeeze through, but we’re not 100% sure that the coop door was 100% closed. I headed next door and with Dave’s help, herded the wandering fowl back inside the fence. A quick head count and we determined everyone was fine, no harm no well, you know.

Eventually, we hope to let them free range some, but they need to be a little bigger to hold their own with the dogs. That said I swear they are doubling in size every day!

Life is never dull in these parts!

one bird looking in from the outside.
We think this guy is a rooster. I picked him up but as we got close to the door, he flew out of my hands. Once everyone else had made their way inside, he went willingly.

Cape Cod 2012

Every year, my family on my mom’s side gathers on Cape Cod.  My Aunt and Uncle have a beautiful home that used to be a bed and breakfast. Their five children, chip in and rent the house next door.  Just the five kids and their families can equal 30 plus, but not everyone can make it every year.  If there’s room, we contribute and zip down for a few days.  The first Sunday night my Aunt and Uncle host a lovely part (with the help of their kids and grandkids). They invite cousins and friends who are within driving range.  It is always a good time.

It’s a long drive and my time with them is always too short, but at the same time, it if bursting with laughter, good food an memories.  I’m so grateful for even these few moments together.

Pedal, Pedal, Pedal!

To: Jeff Elrick, It’s Ability Pediatric Physical Therapy Center

From: A Proud Mom

Dear Jeff:

A year ago, my son Mim, could not ride a two wheeler. He was afraid of falling and we were both very frustrated. His vision and some coordination issue weren’t helping either. He spent three mornings with you and your wonderful staff at Bike Camp and when we parted ways, he was wobbly, but he was on his way.

Last week he and I rode 6.2 miles, a circuitous route from our home to his school and back. His starts and stops are still a little rough, but he improves a little every time we ride. Most importantly, his confidence is through the roof.

This is all your fault!

Thanks so much!

Lee

 

2012 NOAH Conference

Author’s Note: This post is rather specific in nature, it is intended to provide information and support for people attending The NOAH conference in St. Louis July 12-15, 2012. NOAH is a national non-profit that provides information and support for people with albinism (albinos) and their families. Members and interested professionals gather every two years to learn the latest information and share experiences. Over 800 people are expected to gather in St. Louis next week. What follows is my personal perspective and does not necessarily represent the policies or perspectives of NOAH or it’s leadership. I hope it is helpful.

Breakfast at the NOAH conference in Washington, D.C. in 2010 almost 1000 people gathered to learn more about albinismNOAH’s 2012 Conference is just days away. I’ve been to every NOAH conference and still, I get excited every time I read the schedule and pre-conference materials. Attending a NOAH conference is like attending a family reunion with people you’ve never met. Despite the fact that most the people in attendance are strangers, everything and everyone are very familiar. It can be overwhelming. Overwhelming in a good way, seriously when have you ever seen so many people that look like you in one place? Overwhelming in a more challenging way; wait, which shirt is my kid wearing? Overwhelming in terms of the amount of information shared both actively (in the sessions and in the conversations with other attendees) and passively (by observation of all that goes on around you).

To minimize information overload, take a look at the schedule at-a-glance in advance and make some general notes about which sessions appeal to you. Upon arrival, you’ll be given a conference program with full descriptions of each session and you can refine your choices from there. Don’t be afraid to take a break to catch your breath and process what you’ve heard. Not all learning goes on in the sessions. While the they are chock full of useful information. Some of the most powerful experiences happen in the halls between sessions or at discussions around the lunch table.

Be prepared for an emotional roller coaster. You’re only human if you experience anxiety going into a new situation. Be patient with yourself it will pass as you grow more familiar with the hotel and the conference space and as you meet other attendees in the same boat. There is a map of the conference space online. Take a moment to print it out and familiarize yourself with it.

Conference highs come as you share experiences with others and reinforce that you are not alone. There is a thrill that comes from learning new information and maybe finding a solution to a nagging problem. There’s fear and frustration as you hear tales of the challenges that some people face dealing with schools and employers. The albinism community is diverse as the population of the U.S. Not everyone deals with challenges in the same way. Not everyone is in the same place on the journey towards albinism acceptance. Try to keep an open mind and respect the differences as much as you appreciate the similarities. Keep the information that is useful to your situation and disregard the rest.

A group of kids with albinism on the floor in fromt of the projection screens at the 2010 NOAH Conference.This is going to sound obvious, but remember that most of us can’t see well. You and I hit it off on Friday, but when I see you again on Saturday, you’re wearing a different shirt. I’m not sure if you are the same fantastic person I spoke with before and I am leery of making a fool of myself until I’ve invaded your personal space to read your name tag. <grin>

Now, a few thoughts on how the conference is run. I’ve attended every NOAH conference. I’ve was local conference coordinator in Boston in 2000 and National conference chair for the following three conferences (Concord, CA, Atlanta, GA and Minneapolis, MN). Have you ever seen the carnival act where the performer is spinning plates balanced on the tops of long polls? Running a NOAH conference is JUST like that. Unlike a corporate conference, registration fees do not cover the costs of executing the conference. A conference for over 800 people is now managed by two staffers and as always, executed with the help of a horde of volunteers. It is worth noting that neither staffer works full-time for NOAH and the conference doesn’t even account for 1/4 of their job responsibilities, although I can assure you, that some days it feels like the conference is 110% of their job. Where conference planning is concerned the focus is on providing a top-notch, safe, educational and enjoyable experience for the minimum amount of money.

When you read hotel banquet services menus, they always list the price of an item and then ++. That means plus service fee, (fee charged by the hotel to cover the cost of staffing, and facilities, typically 18-20%) AND plus local and state taxes (anywhere from 5-20%). It is the ++ that drives the cost of a cup of coffee from $3.50 to over $5 and when you multiply that $5 by two-thirds (not everyone drinks coffee) of the adult attendees at this conference you are rapidly approaching $2,000 just for morning coffee! When you consider that the cost of dinner typically STARTS at $14.95++ for chicken caesar salad (no beverages, no desserts), I hope you can understand that most non-profits including NOAH, prefer to spend money in ways that better serve their members.

When thinking about the programs offered or how things are run, please remember that these are volunteers giving up their own personal time to educate and enrich the albinism community. Before you complain think about how much time you have to work on a conference?

Now, for some practical tips:

  • Wear layers. Hotel temperatures are NOTORIOUSLY fickle. One room might be a deep freeze while another feels like a sauna. Having a sweater or a light jacket will improve your conference experience.
  • Bring your favorite data collection device. Doesn’t matter if you are old school (pen and paper) or high tech (iPad and wireless keyboard), have something with you to capture information. There will be a lot of it.
  • Bring your favorite data sharing device. You’re going to meet a lot of people some of whom you’ll want to stay in touch with. Bring business cards, Post-It® notes, or your phone. So you can give your contact information to others.
  • Always allow yourself extra time to get to and from conference sessions. Elevators can be a bottleneck (they are also a great place to meet people). Until we develop effective transporter beams, it is better to add 10 minutes to your planned departure time to insure you arrive on-time.

A-Man & I the night before our wedding.I have special memories from every NOAH conference. At the first national conference in Minneapolis, the teen discussion group ran so long we had to relocate to another room twice because no one wanted the discussion to end. In Chicago ’92, the young adults took over a helicopter pad. In Philadelphia I reconnected with the man who would become my husband. There is always at least one memorable elevator experience. It Atlanta, my four year old daughter met another little girl who had “alvinism”, just like her. Despite having been to every NOAH conference since she was born, that was the first time she made the connection. In D.C. in 2010, my son found his own “posse”. No doubt about it, NOAH conferences are magical. I can’t wait to see you all in St. Louis.

Time Flies

We recently went to let the chicks have some time outside pecking at the ground and enjoying the fresh air. The only problem was somebody had sprinkled our flock with grow dust. Overnight it seemed they’d doubled in size! We moved a few of them outside and quickly realized this wasn’t going to work as they’d grown enough to fly out of the fenced in pen we’d used in the past.  We quickly rounded up the supplies we needed to move them to their permanent home. Finally, it was moving day!

Just like the commercial airlines, we packed them in a tote like sardines. We made sure to bring the food bag, and then it was just a short limo ride next door and we released them into their permanent Casa De Poultry. It didn’t take long for them to ahem, make themselves at home.

Three photos, 24 chicks in a rubbermaid tote, the tote in the back seat of my car and chicken poop in the wood shavings.

They hung out inside for a few days while A-man made their run predator proof (or as close as he could get). When the day came to open the door and let them roam, there was some trepidation on their part. Three of them stood in the door way and peeked out, then looked at each other and the rest of the flock and back outside. The conversation seem to something along the lines of

“After you.”

“No, after you.”

“Oh no, I insist, after you.”

Eventually they all made it outside and decided things were acceptable. We’re letting them get use to their new surroundings and grow enough to stand their ground with the dogs. Once their a little bigger, we’ll let them free range and see how everyone adjusts to that. In the mean time, their living the good life!

We go back at night to make sure everyone made it inside before the chicken door closed and without fail, they are inside, snuggled up and sharing pillow talk by about 8pm. They are sound sleepers too, if we go in to fill food or refresh water, no one makes a peep (literally).

So far so good!!

A few chicks like to sleep on the cross beam of the knee wall, but most are huddled in the corner softly peeping.