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This has to be the oldest photo I’ve used on this blog. It’s from 1994 and the cute little, runny-nosed girl on the left is a 1 year-old Chloe. Playing with her is our friend Lynn Shelton, for whom today’s post is named. Since 1994 Lynn has become quite famous, it seems. She’s a filmmaker whose latest film, Your Sister’s Sister was just picked up for distribution and will be released in the US next year. Woo-hoo!

Learn more by reading this story on the Hollywood Reporter website.

Given Lynn’s growing fame, I’m proud to say that back in 2003 she interviewed me on film and used part of it for a documentary she made on education. In fact, part of the documentary was about PSCS! You can view that short film on YouTube.

Back in 1994 Lynn and her husband, former MTV VJ Kevin Seal, were living in New York. They came back to town on family business and stopped off to spend some time with us (you may recall that Kevin is 50% responsible for Melinda and me meeting). Lynn had this tiny camera with her and took a bunch of adorable B&W pictures of Chloe that she later made into a book for her. So, so creative and so, so cute.

I’m sitting back late this afternoon listening to the brand new record by one of my favorite performers, Nick Lowe. I came home from school to find it had arrived in my Amazon order (along with some “bars” – more on those in a second).

I’ve been listening to Nick Lowe since the 1970’s, after I learned he was the producer of all the early Elvis Costello records. Being such a big fan of Elvis, I decided I should listen to Nick Lowe. No disappointment there.

This record is called “The Old Magic” and is perfect if you like to listen to an eminently cool 62 year-old sing modern pop ballads that recall aspects of the music of the 50s and 60s. It’s splendid, just like all of his recent releases.

Now about those bars (which, perhaps, deserve a blog post all their own). I have a great likeness for health food bars and I find the best prices at Amazon. In France, I missed having the variety we find in the states. So my order from Amazon today included the new Nick Lowe record and these three things:

• Betty Lou’s Almond Butter High Protein Balls,
• Raw Revolution Organic Live Food Bars, Cashew Agave,
• Raw Revolution Organic Live Food Bars, Chocolate & Coconut.

So there you go!

This photo is from exactly one year ago today. I’m using it because it’s been such a busy day that I haven’t had time to get a new photo. As we drove home tonight, I said to Melinda that we left for school over 13 hours earlier. We had the typical school day, 9-3:30, followed by a staff meeting, 3:45-5:45, and then a parent orientation meeting, 6-8:30. By the time we were in the car on the way home it was 9:30.

Now let me just say, it was a great day. First, I love school days because I get to work with kids in an environment that allows me to be myself. Second, I work with fantastic people which makes having staff meetings fun. And third, I thoroughly enjoy being “on” with the parents, especially when it comes to explaining PSCS in the deepest ways, which I got to do tonight.

In other words, a busy AND great day.

Still, it’s quite strange to consider what we were doing a year ago today. I remember it well. It was a beautiful day in Nantes, both from a weather standpoint and due to the fact that we were granted permission to stay in France.

Part One: There is a pretty slick digital TV program called “Smart Girls at the Party” that I encourage you to take a look at. It’s the brainchild of three women, one being the very funny Amy Poehler of Saturday Night Live fame. The concept is to encourage teenage girls not to deny their intelligence, something many girls do in order to be popular.

Part Two: This photo of Ella was taken by a PSCS staff member Scobie Puchtler during last week’s student & staff retreat. Finding it tonight, it made me think of the smart girls website. Take a look at that picture. Right there, there you go. A smart girl.

Part Three: Every Tuesday and Thursday after school, Ella, Melinda and I are going for a short run. Me, with two smart girls. Not a bad party.

So I mentioned recently that Ella’s room has been re-done. New paint colors, new furniture, new bed covers, etc. It’s all very exciting and Ella is very pleased.

One new piece of furniture Ella has is a chest of drawers (what I grew up calling a “dresser” — is there any difference?). After she had finished moving her clothes from her old “dresser” to the new one, she called me in and pointed out her “scarf drawer.” I was taken by this as a concept and snapped this picture.

A big part of why I was taken by the existence of a scarf drawer as a concept is because I’m convinced such a thing would not exist in Ella’s newly designed room had we not lived in France for a year. As much as the teen years change people, including the moving of most of the stuffed animals from the bed to the basement, I think the presence of something like a scarf drawer is less about getting older and more about getting something else.

A broadened definition of culture, perhaps?

I didn’t drive a car for almost 13 months, the longest stretch (by far) in which I haven’t driven since I became a permitted driver when I was 15 years-old back in 1978. While in France I made a point of not driving, really wanting to experience a year of relying on public transportation for our day-to-day getting around. This was a great experience.

I’ve been curious to see what it would be like returning to a more driving-focused mentality in Seattle. First, we were fortunate in that Melinda’s parents, Dwight & Michele, agreed to sell to us their Subaru at a great price, meaning we not only got a super deal on a car but had a dependable one waiting for us upon our return. Getting behind the wheel the first time I wondered if it would all come back naturally.

Let me just say that driving a car is like riding a bike.

In some ways this has been very pleasing. In other ways, it’s kind of disappointing, and in an odd sort of way. It’s like if I had a hard time resuming driving it would have made the year in France more significant because it would have had an impact on something so base as driving.

Funny, I know.

Frédérique & Laurent,

This post is for you, complete with this photo that Melinda took of me inside of Toyoda Sushi, our favorite sushi restaurant in Seattle, about an hour ago. Ella was off with some friends and Chloe, of course, is away at college. Melinda and I had ideas about going for a long walk but then saw a feature on TV about bluefin tuna and we couldn’t resist the desire to go get some sushi. For a minute we talked about walking to a lower quality sushi restaurant not far from our house. But given our “sans enfants” status and it being Saturday night, we went to Toyoda.

We sat at the sushi bar in seats from the past and where the sushi chef at one time would recognize us. It’s the same chef (in fact, it’s the same chef since the restaurant opened in 1989) but I’m not sure if he identified us as former regulars. Still, he gifted us with a fresh octopus salad and we knew we were back.

We ordered this plate of chef-selected sashimi (believe it or not, this is the “small dinner plate”) and a Rainbow Futomaki roll. It was the kind of sushi that melts in your mouth, demonstrating that what is referred to as “sushi” in one restaurant would not dare be called “sushi” in another. We wish the two of you were there with us to experience it.

Now you know I love Nantes and French food and everything. But the sushi we found in Nantes was nothing like this. When you come visit, we intend to take you there.

Bisous,

—Andy

PS – Some readers may be interested in reading more about Toyoda Sushi at this link.

PPS – I bought the shirt I’m wearing in today’s photo at Decathlon.

This picture and post is directed at our friends in France, specifically the Bertail and Boudeau families, both of whom I hope/think will find this interesting.

Today’s photo (click on it to enlarge it) is of the entire 2011-12 PSCS student body and all of the staff, minus Melinda. The picture was taken on Wednesday afternoon, just moments before we climbed onto a yellow school bus for our 30 minute return trip to catch a ferry back to Seattle and after a night of little sleep. All things considered, I think we look pretty good.

I’m in the front row on the left in a red shirt, relaxing on my left elbow. Ella is smack-dab in the middle in the row behind me, a nice smile on her face. Okay, maybe she is slightly to the left of being in the middle.

Melinda isn’t pictured because she did not attend the retreat, left behind to take care of things back at the school site. Poor Melinda, right? She got to sleep in a nice comfy bed at home (instead of in a sleeping bag on an mat in a cabin with a large, loud group of adolescents). Yes, please pity Melinda.

To Théo — Word has it that you are reading this blog every day. That’s great! Let me know if you have any questions or if you want to try to connect in with PSCS.

With Ella now in high school, she felt it was time for a makeover of her room. Gone are the yellow walls she had for several years. In is a combination of off-white and a shade of gray. Other memorabilia of the younger Ella is being packed up. In is coming both some newer things and a few “new” pieces of memorabilia.

As has been the custom in our house, if walls need painting, Melinda takes on the project. Color assistance came from Melinda’s sister, Brenda, as did a series of room design suggestions complete with sketches Brenda sent to Ella by email. This resulted in a red chair being taken out and a purple chair being brought in, as well as a taller dresser being moved out and a wider dresser being moved in.

Me, I just try to stay out of the way.

Which reminds of a cartoon I remember seeing for years on the refrigerator in my brother’s house. It was of a man banging a can on the kitchen counter, a can opener in easy reach. The caption read something to the effect of, “The less you show what you can do, the less you have to do.”

I actually took this picture yesterday morning, just before Melinda took Ella and me to the ferry terminal. You see, the first day of PSCS this year was held yesterday on Vashon Island, a short ferry ride from Seattle. And as I said at the end of yesterday’s post, it was the first “night” of PSCS, too, given the spot on Vashon Island where we stayed was an overnight retreat center called Camp Burton. Today either was the second day or the end of one very, very long day…

You see, both Ella and I are very tired. I’m about ready to call it a night and it’s only 7:30. Maybe it has something to do with being the “adult” assigned to one of the “louder” cabins. In and out all night, it seemed, came the students while poor little ol’ me tried to get some shut-eye. I wasn’t too successful.

Anyway, this marks the beginning of Ella’s high school experience. It’s a far cry from what she was experiencing a year ago, an American student being fully immersed in a French school. At one point last night we held a traditional PSCS “appreciation circle,” during which I was pleased to hear Ella appreciate her teachers and the students from last year in front of the entire school.

Very nice.