A Different kind of tea party

The Mad Hatter: “Would you like some wine?”
Alice: “Yes…”
The Mad Hatter: “We haven’t any and you’re too young.”
– Lewis Carroll, English author, mathematician, logician, Anglican clergyman, and photographer, from Alice in Wonderland

My 11-year-old daughter has a negativity problem: She focuses too much on the glass being half-empty, on what went wrong at school that day. When we told my cousin, Janet, and her husband, Tim, about this character flaw – both are teachers, by the way – Tim suggested that we charge her a nickel for every negative thing she says and reward her with a nickel for every positive thought. Of course, Isabella did not like this arrangement. I, however, figured it was worth an experiment. Trying to patiently explain to her why being a Debbie Downer doesn’t get you any BFFs or why life is much more pleasant when you focus on the positive has not been working at all.

Dressed for a real high tea party: faux fur jacket, gold jacquard blouse, and flared black and gold flowered skirt.

Dressed for a real high-tea party: faux fur jacket, gold brocade blouse, and flared black and gold flowered skirt.

Yesterday afternoon, she came home from school, marched up to my office, and pulled out a dollar bill from her wallet. “I owe you money because a lot of bad things happened today,” she declared, as she dropped the bill on my weekly desk calendar. I pushed away from my desk and slumped in my chair. This was going to take a while to get through.

Here’s a quick backstory on the argument: Of the group of six girls who regularly hang out together, two of them wanted to play a different game than the other four had proposed, although they had all agreed to play together on this designated day. The two girls enjoyed playing a particular game every day and begrudgingly, it seemed, agreed to a big play date during lunch time. When the other four didn’t want to play the game, the twosome took off. This “defiant” act angered the four girls, which included my daughter.

A series of back-and-forth “discussions” ensued to expose why the other party was in the wrong. Both camps flung accusations, with one of the girls being called “the mean leader.” My daughter tried to “explain” to the two girls why they weren’t allowed to play their game and how the two girls were bound to the play date and therefore could not walk away. While I understood to a point where my daughter was coming from, it was easy for me to play devil’s advocate: Why is it a problem if they don’t want to play a game mandated by the other girls, especially since life is so short? Why not just let them do their own thing, as I know Isabella would prefer doing her own thing rather than be forced to do something she doesn’t want to do, again, because life is so short? Why allow yourself to be offended by something as small as their wanting to do something else? Life is too short. That was my theme, and I stuck to it. This problem of the girls not playing along appeared to be a control issue at the core. No amount of argument from me, however, appeased my daughter, as she plucked a second dollar bill from her wallet and put it on top of the first dollar bill.

Art Nouveau style necklace (Lava 9, Berkeley, CA), beloved chunky ring (Lava 9), and Alkemie scarab cuff against faux fur and gold jacquard-patterned blouse.

Art Nouveau style necklace (Lava 9, Berkeley, CA), beloved chunky ring (Lava 9), and Alkemie scarab cuff against faux fur and gold brocade blouse.

She then told me that the two girls ran to their teacher to complain, and at the end of the school day, Isabella was informed that she had to attend a “tea party” at recess today, comprising the teacher and six of the seven girls who were involved in the chaos. Of course, Isabella complained about losing her recess time. She was told that they would talk it out and that holding a hot cup of tea would prevent the girls from “yelling” at one another. I don’t know if this is an exact translation, as the two girls relayed the information to Isabella.

Brilliant! I thought. A tea party will provide the genteel setting needed for a calm discussion among 10- and 11-year-olds. And what girl doesn’t enjoy a tea party –  even if her eyes are throwing daggers across the table, over the cups and saucers and teapot? I’d like to be a fly on the wall, but knowing this teacher, whom I have known for almost a decade and who was my son’s third-grade teacher, I know she will be a fair mediator. She has two daughters – college and high school age – so the territory is familiar to her. This is the terrain of pre-teen girls, a fact of which I am reminded on a daily basis. So it’s nice to gain strategies to deal with this challenging time in our household.

Love of textures and Art Nouveau jewelry.

Love of textures and Art Nouveau-inspired jewelry.

At rest and thankful

Rest and be thankful.
– William Wadsworth, English poet

Comfortable clothing is a must to be at rest: cozy sweater with hem detail over lace dress with asymmetrical layers of lace.

Comfortable clothing is a must to be at rest: cozy sweater with hem detail over lace dress with asymmetrical layers of lace.

We took down the Christmas decorations on Saturday and we were able to get everything boxed up and stored in the attic within a 24-hour period, with a few generous breaks taken, mostly by the kids. That meant our Sunday – the entire weekend was set aside for the take down, which historically is how long the task requires – was wide open. Oh, the possibilities, I told myself with excitement, as I put away the vacuum cleaner and got ready for bed.

Whereas Saturday I bustled with energy, with the mission to get the house clean again and returned to pre-holiday austerity, on Sunday morning I woke up completely spent. I managed to run a couple of errands with my family and did some pruning in the front yard. My form of procrastination – I still have a long list of tasks to accomplish – was to challenge Jacob to numerous games of Sequence. Jacob had gotten Sequence as a birthday present two years ago, and it’s one of our family’s favorite board games to play. He, of course, was up to the challenge – procrastinating and playing.

Carmela Rose earrings (Jenny K, El Cerrito), End of Century cicada ring (NYC), Laura Lombardi necklace and longer A Peace Treaty necklace (both, Eskell, Chicago) against a green cabled sweater.

Carmela Rose earrings (Jenny K, El Cerrito), End of Century cicada ring (NYC), Laura Lombardi necklace and A Peace Treaty longer necklace (both, Eskell, Chicago) against a green cabled sweater.

I went to bed early Sunday night, but I woke up at five in the morning on Monday. I was thinking of all the things I needed to do and all the things I could have done on Sunday. In my mind, I had squandered my “free” day. I sat up in bed after an hour of tossing and turning, and in doing so had awoken David. I told him I was upset that I hadn’t been more productive with my Sunday. His advice: Get over it. What’s done is done. He was right. I was wasting more time by crying over the proverbial spilled milk.

Frye heeled booties complete the sweater and lace combo.

Frye heeled booties complete the sweater and lace combo.

So I accepted that I rested on Sunday and I also accepted that it is okay to be at rest. In our conversation, I told David that a handful of friends had jokingly told me that reading our holiday e-greeting had worn them out because I had packed in so much information and had done so much. I told him that I look back on 2013 and honestly don’t know how I was able to write three blog posts a week, including conducting interviews and writing the profiles, and finish my novel on top of another busy year of work. I didn’t think I could do that now, given how tired I was feeling at the moment. David reminded me that I was getting over a cold, which had sapped my energy.

The more I thought about it as the day progressed, the more I understood that I got my cold because my immune system was shot trying to get the holiday e-greeting out before the end of the year, finishing the novel, continuing with the blogging, and working on a deadline in the month of December. I accomplished a lot but at a price. I hit a wall and fell flat on my behind. As Saturday Night Live’s Stuart Smalley would say, however, “And that’s okay.” Accepting that state of mind is something with which I struggle. Sometimes the body has to step in, scold the mind, and take over. Just to make us slow down. To rest is the first step. To be thankful for the time and ability to be at rest comes next. As I continue to catch my breath, I find myself still struggling but succumbing to gratitude. Soon enough, I’ll be on that next leg of the journey. But I need to regroup, gather my strength, regain my momentum – and do so with a smile on my face.

At rest and thankful.

At rest and thankful. Crochet detail stands out against creamy lace, as do the booties peeking out from the asymmetrical hem of the skirt.

Ringing in the New Year: open those windows

I have always loved a window, especially an open one.
– Wendell Berry, American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer, from Jayber Crow

At the Orpheum Theatre.

At the Orpheum Theatre.

Enjoying the theater
My cousin, Janet, and her husband Tim, affectionately nicknamed “Timbuktu” by my kids when they were younger, came up to celebrate the New Year with us this year. One of things Tim wanted to do while up here was see the musical, The Book of Mormon, which is finishing up its run at the Orpheum Theatre (1192 Market Street, SF, 94102, 888.746.1799) in San Francisco later this month. They usually come up for the 4th of July holiday, so this visit was a nice addition. We went to the musical this past Monday evening, BARTing into the City and walking up several blocks in the colorful Tenderloin neighborhood for a Korean dinner before the show. The Book of Mormon, written by the creators of South Park, is an entertaining poke at the Mormons. Given that my best friend in elementary school was a Mormon and I had classmates in high school who were Mormons and went on to do their missions, I had a pretty good understanding and could appreciate the jokes.

San Francisco's City Hall on the brink of New Year's Eve.

San Francisco’s lit-up City Hall on the brink of New Year’s Eve.

David and I were grateful that Janet and Tim treated us to the musical. At the same time, it made us realize, as we appreciated the beautiful architectural details of the Orpheum Theatre, that it had been several years – four years to be exact – since we last came, to see Wicked with the kids. It reminded me of how we always say, we’re going to see more movies this year, we’re going to see more plays, readings, musicals, shows. And then four or more years go by. We enjoyed ourselves so much that this moment was all I need to make good on that wish. I must say that being in my 50s certainly makes me think about how I can’t be so casual about time. And I mean that not in a panicked way; rather, in a more mindful way. It’s like trying to make as many moments count as possible – without checking off lists.

Point Reyes National Seashore, where whales spouting off could be seen in the mist.

Point Reyes National Seashore, where whales spouting off could be seen in the mist.

Elephant seals at rest on the cove.

Elephant seals at rest on the cove.

New Year’s Day at Point Reyes
We usually spend New Year’s Day at Muir Woods National Monument in Mill Valley, but this year we decided to drive farther out to Point Reyes National Seashore, over an hour’s drive to the north of us. We were not alone in choosing this NYD destination, although we did get off to a late start as a result of some NYE partying and celebration of a good friend’s birthday. We did a couple of hikes, one of which was the Earthquake trail, situated over the San Andreas Fault.

Illustrating how far a fence jumped - 16 feet - after the 1906 Earthquake.

Illustrating how far a fence jumped – 16 feet – after the 1906 Earthquake.

Plentiful deer grazing the grasslands.

Plentiful deer grazing the grasslands.

We walked to the Point Reyes Lighthouse, which was barely visible in the fog, and then embarked on a short walk to see the inert elephant seals on the shore. Along the way, we saw herons, hawks, a rabbit, deer, horses, and whales in the distance, which made us appreciate the natural habitat that is home to so many animals. Those of us who live in the Bay Area oftentimes take for granted what’s right in front of us. Our NYD excursion was a reminder of all the beauty around us.

Heron posing at the Visitor's Center, Point Reyes.

Heron posing at the Visitor’s Center, Point Reyes.

The Start of the New Year
This weekend we will be taking down the tree and all the decorations. Usually around this time I’m ready to return to the clean lines of our interior and move past Christmas. This year, however, I’m a bit sad to put everything away. Our tree held up remarkably well, hardly dropping any needles. While not as fragrant anymore, it looks as fresh as it did when we first put our ornaments and lights on it and topped it with our punched-tin star. We enjoyed spending evenings as a family in front of the fire and lit villages.

Close-up of the packed sediment near the Point Reyes Lighthouse.

Close-up of the packed sediment near the Point Reyes Lighthouse.

Maybe I’m at that age where experiencing and acknowledging the passage of time becomes more acute. I look back on the frantic month of December and ask myself: Did I appreciate everything? Did I appreciate enough? One of my measurements is looking at the kids and determining if they appreciated the season. I know they did, and that brings a lot of contentment. So as I face the New Year, I tell myself: Embrace everything – appreciate what brings joy and learn from our sorrows – and in everything, give thanks. Post script: As the year progresses, with each new day, find the windows and open them because when you do, look what you see, experience, and appreciate:

Celebrating the New Year with Nature.

Celebrating the New Year with Nature.

Whale watching and reflection at Point Reyes National Seashore.

Whale watching and reflection at Point Reyes National Seashore.