<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893</id><updated>2008-07-21T06:22:17.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis of Sanity</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/blogger.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-3771424165172592129</id><published>2008-07-20T19:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:26:07.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such a cliche!</title><summary type='text'>At about 9.5 pounds, this guys is just under the newly-imposed maximum size limits.  For the record, that much lobster will feed six very lobster-hungry adults. We bought 2 of these leviathans, and we have more lobster leftover than we know what to do with... but we'll figure it out.

Yes, I admit it: we come to the Cape and eat fried clams and lobster, and blueberries, and super fresh corn on </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/07/such-cliche.html' title='such a cliche!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=3771424165172592129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3771424165172592129'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3771424165172592129'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-2229109215522545</id><published>2008-07-17T18:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:00:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DH &amp; DD</title><summary type='text'>Chapaquoit Beach, N. Falmouth</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/07/dh-dd.html' title='DH &amp; DD'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=2229109215522545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2229109215522545'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2229109215522545'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-7042694231459229574</id><published>2008-07-12T20:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:11:02.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of course!</title><summary type='text'>Seen in the parking lot of the Mystic Aquarium, Mystic, CT, 07/09/08.

Every day. You should, too.

(In case you were wondering, yes, Sissy does "got sisu", in abundance.)</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/07/of-course.html' title='of course!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=7042694231459229574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/7042694231459229574'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/7042694231459229574'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-7538155228199877750</id><published>2008-07-02T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:58:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and... done!</title><summary type='text'>*whew*

Now I'm on vacation, or as much on vacation as a I can be when I've got the kids to herd.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/07/and-done.html' title='and... done!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=7538155228199877750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/7538155228199877750'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/7538155228199877750'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-1367286805912251175</id><published>2008-07-01T22:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:10:47.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1</title><summary type='text'>One assignment and one test left.

With any luck, I'll finish them both tomorrow/later today (Wednesday).</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/07/11.html' title='1+1'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=1367286805912251175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1367286805912251175'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1367286805912251175'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-3754067462751268577</id><published>2008-06-29T21:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:31:54.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd that time go?</title><summary type='text'>I'm halfway through my last Learning &amp; the Brain assignment, and have two to go in Educational Psychology.  Of course, the two finals are still pending, and DH flies in this Friday.  This week is going to be busy.

Last week was, too.  The weather has been not-beach-day, but not impossible.  I worked most days on various things but we went swimming just about every day.  Saturday (just yesterday?</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/whered-that-time-go.html' title='where&apos;d that time go?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=3754067462751268577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3754067462751268577'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3754067462751268577'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-542730402142671642</id><published>2008-06-24T21:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:43:23.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late save</title><summary type='text'>It was a steamy day, but thunder rumbled constantly, and it seemed it would rain any moment for most of it.  Finally the storm broke over us in late afternoon, cooling everything down rapidly but leaving within an hour.

After supper, it seemed as if all the drama was over, so I suggested a walk to the beach.  The children were excited to get out, especially when they all came running back in, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/late-save.html' title='late save'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=542730402142671642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/542730402142671642'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/542730402142671642'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-2149319697651097074</id><published>2008-06-22T21:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:19:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rained out</title><summary type='text'>We went to the beach today, but didn't get to stay: within moments of the completion of my application of sunscreen, a nasty little storm blew through.  By the time everyone was huddled in the car, sand-blasted and shivering (the temp must have dropped 10-15 degrees), all the towels and gear stowed, the storm was mostly over.  We could've stayed but the lighter-weight peewees voted to go home and</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/rained-out.html' title='rained out'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=2149319697651097074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2149319697651097074'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2149319697651097074'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-3070685678191362002</id><published>2008-06-20T20:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:40:38.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sole survivor</title><summary type='text'>Managed to find one still-pink Lady's Slipper orchid in the woods along the Sea Farm Marsh trail today. 



Nearly all are gone by now, eaten or just dried up and blown away.  Next year, we'll have to hit the trails in the first of week of June to see them in abundance.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/sole-survivor.html' title='sole survivor'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=3070685678191362002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3070685678191362002'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3070685678191362002'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-5099406770096912051</id><published>2008-06-18T17:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:56:57.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best photo ever (so far)</title><summary type='text'>Spider, web, trees &amp; sky.

Beebe Woods, today.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/best-photo-ever-so-far.html' title='best photo ever (so far)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=5099406770096912051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/5099406770096912051'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/5099406770096912051'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-8849418718238687976</id><published>2008-06-12T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:51:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working/vacation</title><summary type='text'>This is our last day of "just us" here at Mom's; my brother and his family arrive tomorrow.  The kids can't wait to see their cousins again, they've been planning their adventures since we said goodbye at the end of last summer.

As for me, I've enjoyed this week beyond reason.  I'm not on vacation, yet, but I've taken a few days off from school to work outside.  This house has been only </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/workingvacation.html' title='working/vacation'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=8849418718238687976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8849418718238687976'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8849418718238687976'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-8581637108340907262</id><published>2008-06-12T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:01:30.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frequent visitors</title><summary type='text'>

This pair of mallards lives on my mom's street.  Yes, on the street.  It's not paved, and there are a couple of little girls who run their hose every day for their paddling pool, so we have near-constant puddles.  Apparently, that's good enough for this pair of odd ducks.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/frequent-visitors.html' title='frequent visitors'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=8581637108340907262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8581637108340907262'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8581637108340907262'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-1024183993852174834</id><published>2008-06-11T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:01:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations</title><summary type='text'>Blogger won't upload my photos, and I don't want to invest the time to working around it just now.  Maybe later.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=1024183993852174834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1024183993852174834'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1024183993852174834'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-1859175943724110186</id><published>2008-06-07T22:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:11:35.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wading day</title><summary type='text'>Nina wrote today about visiting the beach in Deauville, Normandy, where the season hasn't yet begun, except for certain people...



It was great to see the sun today, but now we're bracing for a heat wave.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/wading-day.html' title='wading day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=1859175943724110186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1859175943724110186'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1859175943724110186'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-1904106807635038112</id><published>2008-06-07T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:02:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny!</title><summary type='text'>
Never see one of these out of my window at home.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/bunny.html' title='bunny!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=1904106807635038112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1904106807635038112'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1904106807635038112'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-6211162699220698807</id><published>2008-06-04T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:05:03.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here, again</title><summary type='text'>It was a long day, but really the best trip ever with the kids. They did their thing, I did mine, it was almost relaxing.  

Finally got them into bed about an hour or so ago -- we're all too wound up to relax properly.  They love this time of year.  Me, I would love it more if I had been able to wrap up my classes already.  Ah, well.

I brought way too much stuff but the weather is iffy here </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/here-again.html' title='here, again'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=6211162699220698807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/6211162699220698807'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/6211162699220698807'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-3424494655245057090</id><published>2008-06-03T00:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:25:43.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done!</title><summary type='text'>Polished off the Educational Psych midterm this evening.  *whew*

I know I can't get 100%, because I forgot to answer part of one essay question.  I did exactly this same thing on my Learning &amp; the Brain exam, except that time, I caught it when I was doing my final review.  This time, I didn't: having spent many, many words describing Piaget's four developmental stages, I then neglected to say </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/done.html' title='done!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=3424494655245057090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3424494655245057090'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/3424494655245057090'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-2097453736339407334</id><published>2008-06-02T00:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:07:08.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-annual event</title><summary type='text'>When you have three children, you have to schedule regular purges, times when you go through all the books/dvds/video games/board games/toys/clothes/shoes/papers and get rid of everything.

OK, not everything, just a lot.  I appreciate that as the children get older, they stop acquiring things at the same frantic pace, stepping down to a slightly more manageable rate of accumulation.  Even so, it</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/06/semi-annual-event.html' title='semi-annual event'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=2097453736339407334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2097453736339407334'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/2097453736339407334'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-8703278181499009510</id><published>2008-05-31T21:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:06:50.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swoosh...</title><summary type='text'>The sound that life is making as it zooms by.

Most of last week felt slow, actually.  Friday was the last day of school and everyone was a bit crazy because of it.  It still hasn't really sunk in.

I have my own schoolwork to finish up, plus packing and all that: leaving on Wednesday.

We'll manage, somehow or other, we always do.  It doesn't seem quite real, though.

There will be time for more</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/swoosh.html' title='swoosh...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=8703278181499009510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8703278181499009510'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8703278181499009510'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-8206517775314273270</id><published>2008-05-22T21:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:31:37.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art therapy</title><summary type='text'>

I've always loved watercolors.
Today's art lesson, (well) after Winslow Homer. Watching 20 second graders painting boats, seas, and skies, I couldn't resist.

Maybe I feel lighter because I've managed to slog through so much work, but I think the painting helped, a little.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/art-therapy.html' title='art therapy'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=8206517775314273270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8206517775314273270'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/8206517775314273270'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-4822214493360167506</id><published>2008-05-22T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:05:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panic averted for the moment</title><summary type='text'>A series of late-night work/study sessions bring me to this moment, where I am happy to cross the following items off my to-do list:

- the practicum report (all 3 parts) for Classroom Management

- lesson 3 of Educational Psychology

- all of the assignments and tests for Learning &amp; the Brain

That means all I have left is 2 assignments in Ed Psych, plus the mid-term, which is totally do-able in</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/panic-averted-for-moment.html' title='panic averted for the moment'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=4822214493360167506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/4822214493360167506'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/4822214493360167506'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-4847901174320982654</id><published>2008-05-21T00:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:24:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going, going...</title><summary type='text'>Time, that is.  

I'm studying for my Learning &amp; the Brain mid-term; I'll probably take it tomorrow or Thursday.

I think my own brain is going to explode.

The heat here is oppressive, like mid-July, 105+ degrees, humidity on top of it all... it makes me want to run away. At least we're doing some inside recesses so I don't have to spend all that much time out in it, and outside PE has been </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/going-going.html' title='going, going...'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=4847901174320982654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/4847901174320982654'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/4847901174320982654'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-737705010303756535</id><published>2008-05-14T00:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:59:38.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching certification'/><title type='text'>to do list</title><summary type='text'>Things to get done before we leave for vacation -- and this is just the stuff for school: 

Learning and the Brain 
Lesson 3, which requires me to read an entire (albeit short) book, and view a DVD which I do not yet have, and the accompanying assignment
Lesson 3 quiz, which goes through the (short) book in exquisite detail; it's longer than the midterm I took last night.
Lesson 4, reading from </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/to-do-list.html' title='to do list'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=737705010303756535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/737705010303756535'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/737705010303756535'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-1595824349234047437</id><published>2008-05-14T00:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:12:27.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thyca'/><title type='text'>didn't tell</title><summary type='text'>Every week in my class, one student is selected as the "superstar."  The superstar gets to sit in a special chair.  Every day after morning meeting, the superstar gets to share some things about him or herself, or read from a favorite book.  On Friday, the kids all write letters to their superstar classmate, and read each one aloud.

Last week, we ran out of students, so this week, as the newest </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/didnt-tell.html' title='didn&apos;t tell'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=1595824349234047437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1595824349234047437'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/1595824349234047437'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466893.post-6574669272886666686</id><published>2008-05-12T01:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:09:00.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><summary type='text'>A productive day always helps.  

By way of procrastinating on school work, I got all sorts of house stuff done today.  And then after dinner, I buckled down and turned in an assignment in each of my three classes.  I was slightly mortified when I got an email from one of my instructors asking me to please not submit a slew of assignments before the midterm.  I replied with an apologetic and </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/2008/05/better.html' title='better'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466893&amp;postID=6574669272886666686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.farscapeweekly.com/weblog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/6574669272886666686'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466893/posts/default/6574669272886666686'/><author><name>Joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093453920666892035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>