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Emma has been begging me to hang up a large square of “chalkboard” oil cloth that our friend Marla sent to us awhile back. I have to admit, it’s pretty tempting to hang it on a wall somewhere, but I personally prefer to roll it out and then put it away again when we’re done.

I bought a fresh box of bright and beautiful Crayola-brand chalk the other day. The colours against the black black of the oil cloth were truly gorgeous. We all doodled in our respective corners for awhile, and when we were done the “blackboard” got rolled up again. Easy as pie.

Here’s a mom’s-eye view of our collective artwork.

 

26 Mar, 2008

Thoughts of green

By andrea tomkins in Yaktivism

Emma in the grass

Last week I had a lovely lovely interview with Andrea Gordon, a reporter at the Toronto Star. She was talking to folks about green parenting. I think she may have squeezed in two or three whole questions during our conversation, and I have the feeling that her ears fell off after she hung up the phone with me. Green parenting is an issue that’s close to my heart.

We talked (er, I talked, a lot) about how being a parent gives us the opportunity to create new citizens of the world, and how having kids puts things into new perspective.

Sometimes kids force us to question our own habits, don’t you think? They constantly want to know WHY, and you, as the parent, have to explain things to them on their level. And if you explain something often enough you end up getting down to the very kernel of the issue in very simple terms, and sometimes it’s at that point that you realize that what you’re trying to explain is totally banal.

Take for example, lawn care. Lawn care, if explained at a level that a three or four year old can understand, sounds totally ridiculous.

Mark and I used to use pesticides and chemical lawn fertilizers when before Emma and Sarah were born. We stopped after they came around, and taught them to stay away from any lawn that had a little white sign. (Ddid you know they’re required by law? Look up Regulation 914 of the Pesticide Act.)

Unfortunately, when the girls were small they’d just point at our neighbours houses and yell things like “POISON!” And “STAY AWAY FROM THERE BIRDIES BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!” Mortified, I’d hustle them away hoping no one happened to be looking out the window. But you know what, it’s true. Our neighbours were poisoning their lawn, and our environment, and for what?

This, from the Sierra Club:

“Pesticides have been linked to many different types of cancer in humans from breast cancer (DDT) to non-Hodgkins lymphomas and soft-tissue sarcomas (phenoxy herbicides). Chronic low-level exposure to pesticides has been linked to low-grade symptoms such as headaches, dizziness, nausea, and mental confusion.

Linkages have also been identified between home and garden pesticide use and leukemia and brain cancer in children. A National Cancer Institute study in the U.S. indicates that children are as much as six times more likely to get childhood leukemia when pesticides are used in the home and garden.

A recent study published in the American Journal of Public Health (February, 1995) found elevated levels of cancer in children where pesticides were used in their homes and yards.”

While we’re walking by a lawn with one of those little white signs the questions come fast and furious. Our conversations always went something like this:

“Why do those people put that stuff on their lawn?”
“Because they want to have a nice looking lawn.”
“Why?”
“Because they like it. And they think it’s pretty.”
“Why?”
“Because they do, that’s all.”
“But they’re putting poison on it to make it green.”
“I know.”
“And kids can’t play on it.”
“I know.”
“And it might make them sick if they do.”
“I know.”
“So why do they want to have a nice green lawn?”

And thus it begins again.

People want to have a nice lawn because it’s a sign of prosperity. It’s kinda crazy, isn’t it? But it didn’t spring from just anywhere.

“When most of the necessary tools and types of grass seeds became readily available, the average homeowner was now able to grow a lawn of their own if they wanted. As of yet, there wasn’t a real big demand for green lawns in the front yard. It wasn’t until The American Garden Club stepped in. Through contests and other forms of publicity, they convinced home owners that it was their civic duty to maintain a beautiful and healthy lawn. So effective was the club’s campaign that lawns were soon the accepted form of landscaping. The garden club further stipulated that the appropriate type of lawn was “a plot with a single type of grass with no intruding weeds, kept mown at a height of an inch and a half, uniformly green, and neatly edged.” America thus entered the age of lawn care.”(via

We no longer weed n’feed our lawn. We don’t use any chemical lawn control. But if I did, I’d have to ask myself WHY I spend so much time and money on dangerous chemicals in my very own backyard. A perfect lawn is purely cosmetic, a fashion statement, if you will. So what’s the point?

At the recent Home & Garden show I picked up a pamphlet about White Dutch Clover, and how to use it as a replacement for grass. So I’m ready to seed a large section of our lawn and see how it works out. I’m pretty excited about it.

Now if only all this snow would melt…

25 Mar, 2008

trying not to think

By andrea tomkins in Misc. life

I had my appointment with the dermatologist one afternoon over March Break. Remember I said the wait list was six months long? Well, I guess there was a cancellation because I was in there precisely one week after I saw my regular doctor.

The dermaguy was very nice. I was happy about this. I need to have a nice doctor. I need chit chat, and he was accommodating in this department. He then took a look at my forehead and told me the wound that was left by my doctor’s coating of nitro needed to be scraped.

I had two questions: (a) what do you mean by scraped and (b) will it hurt. He froze it, so it didn’t hurt, but it sure didn’t sound great. I don’t mean the word SCRAPED, (although the sound of the word itself is giving me the willies) but the Sound of Actual Scraping. He scraped a small hole in my forehead. SCRAPED. Ugh. Also: he told me I must wear a hat and wear sunscreen. This is bad news for two reasons: I have yet to find a good, light, facial sunscreen. And the latest stuff I bought is making my face extremely ruddy. Second: I do love hats, but there is a distinct lack of cool summer hats around here. I have a deep down fear that I’m going to turn into one of those hat-wearing grandmas. I can’t be a hat-wearing grandma, I’m only 35!

Perhaps I need to look a little harder for a stylin’ chapeau.

So yes, face scraping. It felt gross, it sounded gross (‘SCRAAAAPE, SCRAAAAAPE’), and I was glad it was over. I saw the scrapings (*shudder*) floating in a little jar. This jar is being sent away to a lab and if there’s something up I’ll get a call. BUT he does kinda think it is basal cell carcinoma. I am afraid of googling this. Really, all this time I have not researched skin cancer(s), which is unusual for me because Google is as valuable to me as my right arm. I am too afraid. I am living in denial, although the hole in my head is doing a great job serving me as a reminder whenever I glance in a mirror.

He asked me if I spent a lot of time in the sun. The answer was, um, yes, because we are outdoor people. Outdoor people with outdoor kids, no less. He told me about some crazy people that put sunscreen on and then SUNBATHE. “It’s like putting gas in your car when there’s a hole in the tank,” he said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

OH, I’ve never heard of people doing THAT (she writes, thinking back to all those lazy hours she spent in the sun during her recent trip to Jamaica.) Seriously, as a rule I don’t sunbathe. Who has time for that? And when I am in the sun (even while I was in Jamaica) I try to have my face shaded, whether it’s with a palm tree or a novel.

Anyway, I don’t want to get all preachy on ya’ll, but I’ve spoken to a number of women about this issue. I told them my head wound started as a flaky, raised, brownish spot right near my hairline. And get this, practically everyone I’ve spoken to either has one, or knows someone who has something similar. Is this you? It doesn’t necessarily mean the c-word, but you should go get it checked, okay?

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My name is Andrea and I live in Ottawa with my husband Mark and our dog Sunny who is kind of a big deal on Instagram. During the day I work as a freelance writer. I am a longtime Ottawa blogger and I've occupied this little corner of the WWW since 1999. The Fishbowl is my whiteboard, water cooler, and journal, all rolled into one. I'm passionate about healthy living, arts and culture, travel, great gear, good food, and sharing the best of Ottawa. I also love vegetables, photography, gadgets, and great design.

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