The Littlest Treehugger

My boy, all of four, has this thing about trees. He also has a thing about hatchets, trust me it’s related.

I caught him outside a while back with said hatchet. He just loves his ‘widdle ax’, and tries to get at it as much as possible. This time he was trying to scrap away bark from a downed tree just on the edge of the woods. As I came up he’s explaining that he’s just trying to help ‘this guy’ out, and when he gets back on his feet he’s going to hug him. Needless to say it was incredibly sweet, though an odd method of showing affection. Also it should go without saying that I’ve decided to take a chunk of that trunk and carve a figure or some such for The Boy.

It didn’t hit me until recently just what an amazing thing this whole scene truly was. There’s the easily to joke about notion that my son sees trees as people, or some sort of equally ‘alive’ thing. But I’ve come to think that it means he has an instinctual awareness of an inherent worthiness of all living things. Note, this isn’t some sort of vegetarian/vegan rant. Believe me, I’m very aware of what goes into the taking of an animal’s life to provide sustenance for me and mine. And while he might not be at that particular level, he’s a great deal closer than I probably was at that age. Or a great many after.

Or maybe I was there. Maybe we all were. It’s not until we are older and molded by the world that we begin to have the indifferences and dislikes rife in the lot of us. Who knows? I’m trying to keep this post light, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t a challenge.

Completely different directional segue! Well, this is a bit more abrupt, but still. Shifting gears, hang on and buckle up. School has been going well. The girls both made A/B honor roll! The Eldest has really broken through this year, and I couldn’t be more proud. The Beast has a long term sub, who seems to be there regardless of parents’ concerns. As for me, things are going great. I finally got my emails in regards to accepting the position. The class is largely adjusted, I think. There’s a ton of behavior issues to start slogging through, and there’s a ton of strategies to try and utilize to get around some of these deeply ingrained antics. I think there’s already a noticeable bit of progress. Just enough to have a toe hold, not even a foot. Not even toes. Still, progress is progress.

And on that positive and striving note, I’m off to do more laundry while listening to punk on Pandora. Wish me luck…

P.S.- The kitten is an insufferable food stealing shit.


Autumnal Something or Other

I got nothing for a title. But I do have a lot to tell.

Job is trucking along. I’m really liking this kids. They are pretty good crew and I think we are all definitely making strides towards getting a good groove going on. There’s been what I’d consider progress, but there’s also been plenty of rougher days.

We did a single day LARP at MACE. While fun was had, it was also rather dead. We had three other players other than those we brought with us (two friends, one of which is husband to one of my other Storytellers I usually work with). Still, fun was had and fun was had later on in the evening sessions. We played an RPG based on A Song of Ice and Fire, or whatever. I was very surprised it wasn’t all about finding dragons and exposing boobs. No, seriously, it truly was amazing. The first battle was a social one, and it was easily the most engaging fight I’ve been involved in game-wise in years. I think the sheer concept of treating social encounters as a battle in its own right was something, but that they made a system of mechanics to convey that is just wonderful.

I snagged a small collection of Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition books at MACE. I’m torn between giving them to a friend whose first gaming experiences were from those books, or actually putting them to use myself and running him a campaign. I’m leaning towards the second notion. I know my friend, and while he would love the books they would just sit on a shelf alongside other gaming nostalgia I’ve given as gifts over the years. Also, while my initiation into gaming was via Vampire: The Masquerade LARP I always felt it should have been AD&D. But that’s another post all together.

Autumn has well and truly settled in around us. The leaves are shifting to their less green hues, and just as quickly falling to the forest floors. Deer are in abundance. I’m waiting for them to try and come in the back door. The air is crisp, there’s be a few smatterings of frost. Needless to say I’m loving it.

Turkey day is just barely a week away. The missus doesn’t work, which will be nice. It’s going to be a short week for all of us school-wise next week. I’m looking forward to spending some time during the day with my kids. Maybe I can get a turn raking up some leaves and jumping in wit h them. Hopefully. Oh, and more s’mores. We did s’mores the other night, and it simply has to be done again. And soon.

“Pray for me, Mr.”

I think I’ve made it obvious that I’m not really a praying type. I also hope I’ve managed to convey that this isn’t from a lack of faith, but more from that feeling that I need to throw words at the Divine (in Its many, many forms) in order to make things better. Fuck that. That’s dumb. If something’s not working, get up and fix it. If that doesn’t work, reevaluate. Can it be fixed? Or do you need a new one? Or do you need to remove yourself from the situation? And so on. Do Some Thing About It.

I think I mentioned a new job the other day. I probably can’t go into many details, and I largely think it was just that this one kid talks nonstop, but there was the request. “Pray for me Mr.”, and I got to admit I might make an exception. I have the impression that this kid has had a rough life, and it’s a long way from being over. I also think things are moving in a good direction for him, but it’s out of my hands. So yeah, a word or two might not be out of place. This time.