Senator, That’s No Mousse…

Every couple uses certain phrases and nicknames, a sort of language unique to you and your partner as well as to those you let into the “inner circle.” Among the favorite references for Melinda and me dates back to a fantastic moment in a 1988 American Vice Presidential debate. It was the young buck Dan Quayle, running mate to eventual winner George Bush (the first one), up against elder statesman Lloyd Bentsen, running mate to Michael Dukakis.

Now Quayle was young and inexperienced, and the moderator asked a question about his qualifications to assume the presidency should he and Bush be elected and something happen to Bush. Quayle, not the quickest thinker on the planet, compared himself to John F. Kennedy. Bentsen kind of stared Quayle down for a second before saying, “Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy.” Go take a look. It’s worth the 30+ seconds.

Anyway, now any time something doesn’t measure up to our personal standards, Melinda or I will say, “Senator, that’s no…”

I came home from the grocery store tonight with this “pudding.” Neither Melinda, Ella nor I were willing to finish one.

“Senator, I’ve eaten chocolate mousse. I know chocolate mousse. Chocolate mousse is a friend of mine. Senator, that’s no chocolate mousse.”

French Dinner

About a month ago I made reservations for Melinda and me to have dinner tonight at Maximilien, considered one of the top French restaurants in Seattle. I’m on their email mailing list and they sent out a message indicating that tonight they’d be celebrating their 14th anniversary and all entrees would be priced at $14 (some are regularly as high as $40). I placed the reservation and then told Melinda. We were both excited all day.

Part of what makes Maximilien so nice is its location. It’s right in the center of the Pike Place Market with tables that overlook Puget Sound. So we had our dinner tonight while watching the ferries come and go. It was quite lovely.

In terms of what I had imagined tonight’s dinner would be like, it didn’t quite measure up. I guess I was thinking this would be a lot like going back to France. Don’t get me wrong. The food was excellent (I had duck, for Pete’s sake, AND chocolate mousse). The Bordeaux wine hit just the right spot. But the first language of our server was Spanish, he told us, and the people in the restaurant, well, they just weren’t… French. The conversations we overheard were in, well, English (including one man saying he’d never vote for a woman or a person from Texas for president).

Clearly, I set my standards too high. Indeed, the company was first-rate but we repeatedly lamented how much we wished the Boudeaus or Bertails were with us.

All in all, it was another night that highlighted how much we appreciate having had an entire year of living in France. Wow, what a gift.

Anonymity

Melinda and I were chatting this morning about one of the things we most miss about last year. It’s not so much about being in France, as much as that’s a big factor. It’s about the anonymous nature of our days there.

This is connected to a drastic reduction in responsibilities, of course, but it’s not just about that, either. It’s about being able to ride the tram with Ella to school and then walk back home, reasonably secure with the knowledge that we were not going to be recognized or interrupted. It was unlikely we’d come home to find a mess of phone or email messages.

It had to do with knowing that as long as the girls were occupied and otherwise taken care of, we could go about our day in relative anonymity.

The nature of our jobs makes it very difficult to “disappear,” so having a year in which we could kind of “drop out” was a gift beyond measure. Certainly, we knew this going in to the sabbatical. We even knew it during the sabbatical. But being back at work and having to be so “present” has made it even more pronounced.

As you likely understand, there are moments in which we miss being anonymous.

To honor this, I present a photo from last September on a day Melinda and I just took off for hours, following a bus line to its end, secure in the knowledge that both girls were properly taken care of.

A Pair of Bregéons!

I awoke this morning to find this photo as part of an email message sent me by my buddy Bernard in Nantes. Let me just tell you, it’s laugh out loud funny if you’re me.

If you don’t know, the duo action figure here is Monsieur Bregéon, head of Ella’s age group at the school, Le Loquidy, she attended in Nantes last year. I developed quite a fascination with him. Some might even say (some probably did) I had a bit of a crush on him.

Okay, to the funny part. Monsieur Bregéon is a stylish dresser. And his style always seemed to include a dark blue pair of very nice jeans. Seeing his jeans, I was inspired to buy a pair like them, which I took to calling my “Bregéons.” It’s a name that kind of stuck, both in my family and with certain members of the Bertail and Boudeau families (the adults).

Now Bernard is a graphic designer AND the father of Théo who attends Le Loquidy. I’m imagining he was sitting at some parent meeting recently, listening to Monsieur Bregéon talk about the school year. Perhaps a bit bored, Bernard (who is very funny) starts to envision two Monsieur Bregéons, a pair in fact. Just like my French jeans, a pair of Bregéons!

Get it!! A pair Bregéons! In my email inbox! This morning!

Project Monday at PSCS

I came back from France with a new idea on how to structure Mondays in the fall at PSCS. The idea is to have small groups meet to study one subject all day long (almost) with a facilitator who is excited by the subject. It’s a great concept, one that allows students to really dig deep into something in which they have an interest. The long period of time helps them know they won’t have to put this interest away and move on to something else.

Here is a picture of Ella from this morning. She signed up to study “Anatomical Drawing.” With her is the facilitator, Bev, one of the moms in the school. Bev is an incredibly gifted artist who has been kind enough to donate her time at various points at PSCS. There are just three other students participating in this project, meaning each student can get some focused one-on-one time with Bev. Pretty sweet.

I mentioned that the students get “almost” the whole day. That’s right, I stop the groups at 2:30 and have them join me in our community room for a whole group activity lead by me. Today I asked each group to imagine that they were a pizza. The idea was to help the groups learn what the others were doing, but guide it through the same perspective. In this case, it was the metaphor of being a pizza.

Just what kind of school is this??

Leinenkugel’s

So when I was a little kid living in Nebraska in the 60’s and early 70’s, about once a year my family would travel to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin to visit my paternal grandparents. I have many memories of these trips, including my grandmother’s homemade rolls, evenings playing cards, and looking at slideshows put together by my grandfather. One of the most vivid of these memories, however, has to do with my dad having a Leinenkugel’s. What’s a Leinenkugel’s? A beer, of course, and one made in Chippewa Falls.

Learn more here and here.

Melinda, Ella and I went over to my parent’s place on Friday night, having received a call from my mom that they could use some help getting some boxes out of their storage spot. Just two and a half weeks removed from his pacemaker implant, my dad is not supposed to be lifting and moving boxes. We were pleased to help out, especially when my dad offered me a Leinenkugel’s. Apparently one does not have to go all the way to Chippewa Falls these days. He bought a 6 pack at Fred Meyer.

You astute photo-lookers will notice what’s on the TV in the background. That’s right, horse racing. My dad has a cable channel that lets him watch horse races from all over the country, including those from Emerald Downs.

I hear those wheels in your head turning, thinking something like, “He’s got Leinenkugel’s and horse racing? Why would he ever need to leave home??”

Stacey & Duncan

It’s 10:30pm as I write, later than I typically post. That’s because Melinda & I just returned from having had dinner with our friends Stacey & Duncan, pictured with us here (in fact, this picture was taken less than an hour ago, if that interests you). Duncan is the Vice President of the PSCS Board of Trustees. He was instrumental in making the sabbatical happen, given his role as a member of the sabbatical planning team. He was also profoundly important in a behind-the-scene capacity during our absence, taking care of some very important business for the school. Like most board members, his contributions often go unnoticed.

Back in April, Duncan & Stacey were married and Melinda & I were sorry to miss the ceremony. It was very sweet of Stacey to mention tonight that they credit PSCS for them having met. The daughter of a good friend of Stacey’s attends PSCS. That, combined with Duncan’s role on the board and his involvement as a volunteer teacher at times, is what contributed to it happening. But I have a hunch they would have met anyway. They have that lovely kind of feel best summarized by the expression, “They’re meant for each other.”

So tonight’s dinner was to show our appreciation for Duncan’s efforts on behalf of PSCS and our family, as well as to have a little celebration of his and Stacey’s wedding. We went to a little Italian restaurant called Cantinetta in the Wallingford neighborhood.

Lynn Shelton

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.

Nick Lowe

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:

So there you go!

Busy Day!

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.