Andy Smallman

Whew, what a busy Sunday. First and thank goodness, the Seahawks looked more like their usual football selves and won, shutting out the Bears 26-0. That was some good news for this football-crazed city. Had the Seahawks lost, I think we would be in shut-down mode. People would be forced to move, property values would plummet, and Starbucks would close. It was that serious.

On the downside of sports, Celeste’s soccer team lost 3-0. But on the positive side, she played well over 45 minutes when she expected to play only 5. Why? Two of the girls on her team got hurt and there were not enough subs. Celeste got thrown in to the action at left defender. She did great, despite the loss, and I think she feels pretty good about it.

Next up, it was Dwight’s birthday party tonight. He turned 81 on Friday and tonight the family got together at Melinda’s childhood home for a little party. That’s a pretty good picture of Dwight up there on the left blowing out his birthday candles. The cake was a gift from the History Channel, go figure. Representatives were in town doing some research for a program about the infamous hijacker D.B. Cooper. Dwight has some theories that the producers were interested in hearing.

After dinner, Perrin drew what she is calling “fusion” pictures. There was one for Melinda, and others for Chloe, Ella, and even one for me. But this one on the right, fusing Celeste and Rapunzel, is pretty slick. Note the hair, obviously.

All of this, and I didn’t even mention the eclipse that a rare clear night in Seattle allowed us to witness!

I don’t have a picture to accompany today’s post, the first time I’ve ever tried to get away with this. And on a day in which so much happened…

– Chloe had several friends over for dinner, many of whom came into town because one of their college friends tragically died on Sunday in a mountain climbing accident. It’s just not right for 21 and 22 year-olds to have to deal with the emotions and tragedy involved in one of their close friends dying.

– Celeste has been working hard on a specific homework assignment having to do with a transcendent experience. She’s supposed to express in 250-300 English words an experience that is causing her to expand a paradigm, as if being a French teenager in the United States doesn’t cause her to do this on a moment-to-moment basis.

– And here we are on a day in which one of the most tragic traffic accidents in the city’s history took place, on a road in which Melinda and I were driving three hours earlier.

I have no picture to post but many pictures in my head…

Get your own hoodies, T-shirts and other 143 paraphernalia with proceeds to Kind Living!

There is one letter in the word “I,” four letters in the word “love,” and three letters in the word “you.” 1-4-3, I love you. So said Mr. Rogers, he of the famous American children’s TV show, in this great article in Esquire Magazine from 1998. So moved by this article was I that I made it a featured part of PSCS several years ago, and created an entire 143 campaign that featured buttons, T-shirts , and hoodies. It was a big hit that still has its fans.

So note Celeste here in her new 143 hoodie. My mom passed it over to our house as it was just too big for her. I offered it to Celeste last night, and tonight I discovered her wearing it. It looks pretty good on her, don’t you think?

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The absolutely cute kid in this picture is Vivian, daughter of Sahra, grand-daughter of Bob & Griselda, niece to Si. She lives in Portland with her parents and younger sister. A couple years back, Melinda and I were down in Portland and had lunch with Vivian, her baby sister (at the time), and Sahra. I gave Vivian a napkin so she could wipe her face. Soon thereafter, apparently, she referred to me as Napkin Guy.

Given my desire to be seen as a superhero, I formerly accepted the title of Napkin Guy, able to wipe small faces in a single swipe (most of the time – I mean sometimes those little noses needed several swipes, give a superhero a break). I asked my artist friend Fish Astronaut, he who illustrates all my online kindness activities, if he could create a Napkin Guy character. Bringing this all the way home, I uploaded the image to a website that makes T-shirts of one’s images and there you go.

Vivian now has a Napkin Guy T-shirt.

We took Celeste to the Puyallup Fair today, the “we” being Melinda and me. I was very helpful throughout the day. First, I helped Celeste learn how to pronounce Puyallup. It’s “pew,” like something smells bad (or a seat in a church). Then “Al,” my dad’s name. And finally “Up,” the opposite of down.

All together now, “Pew,” “Al,” “Up.” Perfect. Extra credit if you say it with a French accent.

As you can see in the first photo, I also broke the rules of the fair by touching Celeste. That’s my hand in the lower left, clearly violating the posted rules. My bad. I did explain to a sheep not to touch Celeste. And I sang “Happy Birthday” to a cow who will turn 4 on Monday. While I was doing that, Celeste and Melinda wandered away. I thought that was a bit rude. The cow did not seem to mind, however.

Later, Celeste and Melinda waited over 30 minutes to pay $10 to be tortured. And by torture, I mean they willingly allowed themselves to be strapped into a seat, elevated well above the ground, and then spun around and around. This seemed decidedly “unfair,” hence the name of this blog post.

To get back at the powers that be, Celeste ate some of her father’s beard. Oh, Papa’s Beard is the literal translation for cotton candy. I bet you knew that.m

This picture was emailed to me today by Sieglinde, another administrator at PSCS. It was taken on Monday at the annual PSCS retreat, an overnight in which the students, the teaching staff, and I head off for two days of contextualizing and celebrating the new school year. One of the school’s teachers, Scobie, brought along his nice camera and snapped a number of photos.

I’m not sure why I chose to present here. On one hand, it seems a little self-indulgent to post it, especially with it being such a close-up. But the picture got me thinking about my age. Inside my head I think I’m younger than I look in this picture. Looking at me there, I realize I am 52 years-old, and I figure others see me as being older than I sometimes think I am.

But isn’t it true, you are as old as you feel?

Anyway, it’s an interesting thing for me to contemplate. And, hey, I got carded buying a six pack of beer at Safeway a couple of weeks ago!