The World Isn’t Ending

Whenever a child deals with adversity, whether a developmental delay, friend group tumult, any especially challenging crisis, parents tend to think the world is ending. This myopia is born of love. Parents just want the very best for their children. Always. They can’t bring themselves to trust that things will be okay, eventually.

Fast forward to last night and the Olympia School Board’s 4-1 vote to close three elementary schools. Here’s the statement from the parent group that opposes the plan to consolidate Olympia’s elementary schools.

As population growth slows, this conflict is playing out in many communities. In Olympia, it feels like it’s 10% technical and 90% emotional. The technical part lies in competing interpretations of the budget details. I have not studied the budget, but suspect property taxes go farther in fewer medium-sized schools than in more numerous small ones. But to me, that’s the less interesting angle.

The more interesting aspect of this case study is how people talk right past one another when emotions are red hot. Take that last sentence as an example. If the OSD4ALL parents came across it, they’d say, “Feck you egghead, this isn’t a case study or blog fodder, it’s my child’s life!”

When Lynn and I were actively parenting our school-aged children, I remember coming across someone who suggested posting a very simple message on the refrigerator or someplace even more central where one couldn’t help but see it several times a day. The message—THIS TOO WILL PASS. When one of my daughters struggled with spelling in early primary school, I was sure she was destined for a woebegone life. And imagine what that would do to my social status?! When I asked Kyle, my early childhood expert colleague what Lynn and I could or should do, he smiled and explained that it would work itself out as she read and wrote more. His professional advice? Chill. Of course, he was right.

I would not be so brazen to the tell the OSD4ALLs to chill. But I would suggest that they consider something that they might not fully realize. And that is that kids are way more resilient than we give them credit for. One aspect of my work with preservice teachers was super predictable. When student teaching, they would come to my weekly seminar convinced they were so bad that they were ruining their students’ lives. To which I’d say, “LOL”. Not really, that’s more recent shorthand. I would ask them a rhetorical question. Had they ever had any teachers who were maybe, or maybe not, finding their way through subpar lessons? Then I’d point out that MOST of our K-12 teachers were deeply flawed, and lo’ and behold, look how amazing we turned out?!

I had another go-to-move when teaching first year writing to students who were uber anxious about their career paths. Which almost always translated into serious grade anxiety. I’d ask them to imagine our class having a ten-year potluck dinner/reunion at my house. They’d be 29 years-old. Some would be married (giggles). Some would have children (more giggles). And no one would talk about their undergraduate or graduate grade point averages. Or their Graduate Record Exam scores. Or what kind of car they drive. Oh, undoubtedly, we would be judgey, but positively. We’d be assessing . . . Who listens especially well? Who has a sense of humor that lightens things? Who parents their children with tender loving care?

It’s a completely different perspective. One which requires replacing “the world is ending” zoom lens with a wide-angle “this too shall pass” one.

Consider the McKenny Elementary fourth grader who is ten-years-old. She has to go to Pioneer or Centennial with some of her old friends, but a lot of new ones. Some of her old teachers and some new ones. She might have to leave five minutes earlier and travel a mile or two further. But in 2036, when that fourth grader is 20 years-old and either halfway through college or running an AI-based business, will she be any worse off as a result of what happened in September 2027?

I feel for the parents who think the world is ending for their children; however, it’s ridiculous to question the courage of the Superintendent and Board. Maintaining the status quo would’ve been the much easier route. Given the intensity of feelings in the community, they’re probably weighing the pros and cons of the Witness Protection Program.

So my unsolicited* OSD4ALL advice, know that your children are taking their cues from you. So breathe. And pace yourselves. Think of this as practice, because trust me, there are more equally or greater challenges forming on the horizon.

*always muy peligroso

Slow Down Mate

If you want to be more observant and thoughtful, but can’t press pause altogether, at least slow down.

Following a surgical procedure a month ago, I have substituted walking for swimming, running, and cycling. It’s been a great break, because I see so much more than when I’m running at 6.5mph or cycling at 16.5mph.

I walk two times slower than I run, but because of some sort of exponential magic, I see at least four times as much.

I see the sale prices for the furniture in Seldens. The original exorbitant prices and the still shockingly high 30% off prices. I see the homeless guy sleeping on the sidewalk, is in fact, alive. I see the blossoming of the now more natural Capital Lake as a bofo bird sanctuary. And I see the growing grass in the lake near the Marathon Park bridge and wonder if it’s going to gum up the tidal flow.

I see political slogans on telephone poles and political graffiti on just about everything. I see other walkers and their dogs. I see intensely political cars in the food coop parking lot. While walking on WestBay Drive, I see an entrance into the woods for the first time despite having cycled and ran by it a hundred times. Then I’m deep in a forest uber close to my crib digging trails carpeted in leaves for the first, but not last time. I see restaurants repeatedly and speculate on their financial well-being based upon how full they are or aren’t.

Best of all, I see just how beautiful my tiny upper left-hand corner of the world is and I have even more gratitude for living here. Even when the 10-day forecasts look like shite this time of year.

Today I will walk to the library to pick up this book. Then I’ll pop over to the Plum Street Y where I will lift mad weights.* One of the coolest byproducts of my forced slowing down is that I’m able to take pictures in ways that I can’t or don’t while running and cycling**.

Here is some of the bounty that’s resulted from my forced slowing down. Let’s call this gallery, most simply, Olympia, Washington.

*Remember, everyone fibs at least once a day.

**Facial recognition with my cycling sunglasses on is way better with my new iPhone, so maybe my cycling photog game will improve next season. That was my main excuse for my underwhelming picture taking–Belgium aside.

Postscript: The new header, Mount Rainier waking up, was taken this morning from the kitchen.

The Gerontocracy Is (Still) Real

85-year-old Bernie Sanders with zero self awareness.

“‘I personally have known Chuck Schumer for over 30 years, and I like Chuck. Nobody who works harder than Chuck Schumer,’ Sanders (I-Vt.) said. ‘But in my view, the time is now for change, and I will not be supporting Chuck to be reelected as the Democratic leader.’”

I would not support Schumer either, but an 85-year-old taking the first shot is some funny shit.

Solid ‘D Minus’

Sixty percent correct. To quote Adam Sandler in the Hanukah song, “Not too shabby.”

1A. I will get a lot of texts today from politicians asking for money. 1B. I will grow increasingly annoyed. [I was right. And Colom, knock it off.]

2. That is not a Blue Wave forming on the horizon, it’s a Blue Tsunami. [Right again.]

3A. The Minnesota Gophers will beat the UCLA Bruins Saturday. 3B. Afterwards, following a failed attempt to center himself at Saint Mike’s Adoration Friday morning, DDTTM will send me a snarky, no make that mean text, relishing my misfortune. [Wrong, on both accounts. Such a shellacking, DDTRTM was speechless, or rather, textless. Turns out, DDTRTM, the game is won in the secondary.]

4. Luka will lead the league in scoring this year. [Looking good, putting this in the “right again” column.]

5. The President will graciously accept having lost the House and Senate. He’ll talk smartly about working with Democrats to do right by the American people. [Shockingly, wrong again. No words for him elevating SMiller and now returning to his pathological rigged elections delusion. The next two years are going to leave us seeing a lot more blue in Congress, but also feeling even more blue as his admin spirals downward. Where, one can’t help but wonder, is the bottom?]

Yowza

Women’s basketball has come a long ways in recent decades with the WNBA’s positive momentum as one poignant example. But there’s still a ways to go in terms of parity in Division 1 college bball as evidenced by this nail biter from last night. Check the quarter-by-quarter scores below. Texas Southern did their best Midterm Republican impersonation in the second quarter.

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It’s Hard

I imagine. When you start to think of yourself as a trillionaire, then your net worth plummets to under $800 billion.*

Musk spent $500 million on the midterms to get not just get his ass handed to him, but his companies as well.

On Wednesday, his personal Tesla and Space X holdings declined $33.5 billon. Today, they declined another $71-80 billion.

Could, I suppose, make a guy try ketamine.

*As of today, it’s estimated to be between $789-793 biillion.

One Person Is Not Getting The Credit He Deserves For The Blue Tsunami

There are numerous correct answers to the question, “Why the Blue Tsunami?” A more pointed question is why did so damn many Hispanic and under 30 year-old voters flip? Especially Hispanics in the Southwest.

I’m not sure why so many young voters came to their senses, but I do have a theory on why so many Hispanics did. Steven Miller.

Miller’s anti-immigrant fever dream, or nightmare rather, was at least two-fold. The first, ICE’s shooting and killing of some people in the light of day got most of the media spotlight. However, I suspect the second, ICE’s targeting and removing of longstanding, hard working, law-abiding, community-minded undocumented workers, had an even more profound effect on all voters, but especially Hispanics in the Southwest.

Ninety-five percent of citizens support improved border security and eighty-five percent want their longstanding, hard working, law-abiding, community-minded undocumented worker neighbors to have a path to citizenship.

No one wants ICE agents killing anyone, but what went less reported is that no one, except Steven Miller, wants violent, extra-legal, hate-fueled deportations of longstanding, hard working, law-abiding, community-minded undocumented workers.

Watching a foaming at the mouth Miller continuously ramp up unAmerican anti-immigrant hatred while bemoaning ICE wasn’t doing enough to create a United States in his image, caused a large swath of the “tighten border security” citizenry to throw a switch on the way to the ballot box.

In a weird, round about way, maybe we should thank all of Miller’s Santa Monica High School classmates who found him so insufferable that they stuffed him in lockers. Because Miller’s ensuing rage helped fuel a truly historic political shift.

I’m In Love

You know this already. With Canada. British Columbia more specifically. But she’s playing very hard-to-get, meaning I have not received an offer of citizenship yet. After all I’ve done for her, not to mention my charming personality, it’s an outrage.

So, ponder this from The New York Times by way of WalletHub.

I would like to invite the city managers of Orlando, Miami, Tampa, Scottsdale, and Casper to pitch me. By which I mean send me a proposal that I can’t refuse. To assist, here are my priorities. Strict gun laws, a progressive/liberal majority, clean open water exclusively for swimmers, state-of-the-art bike infrastructure, four seasons with one being a mild/sunny winter, vegetarian restaurants, and low enough housing costs so that I can more easily bolt if and when Canada comes to her senses.

Thank you in advance.