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Freebie Friday - Paper Airplanes

    One of the aging members of our family suffered a stroke, a while back, which severely
affected his short-term memory. Once a Mr. Fix It, there are many things he can no longer
do.  He continues, however, to delight every child with which he comes in contact, and he
uses only a single piece of paper to accomplish it. In honor of him I suggest you try the
following website, which contains a wealth of patterns to print out and use with your grand-
children to help both of you make Pop Pop Bernie’s guaranteed kid pleaser. .......
The Paper Airplane. Cheap, easy, versatile, and always fun, this web page will help you
introduce your grandchild to this timeless treat.

Fifteen Paper Airplane Patterns   
                                                                                             


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OUCH!

    Every once in a while something happens and like a slap in the face, I am instantly confronted with my age, and the fact that it is advancing rapidly. Here's a perfect example: 
    In my twenties, as a young married working in the city, I began to worry about my personal safety. I was working during the day and going to a city college at night. A friend suggested that I take this great course being given by a former police officer who was also a martial arts instructor, on how to defend yourself using only a small hand stick about 4 inches long, which was to be carried around on a key chain. He convinced us that we need carry no other weapon than this, and I remember being so impressed with the many different ways that an attacker could be disabled, and even killed, with this instrument. We practiced how to manipulate it with moves to the nose, the eyes, the groin, etc. and, of course, at the end of the class, we all felt empowered and purchased one. I carried mine around with me for several years, feeling powerful, yet thankful, that I never had to use it. 
    Today I was flipping through the AARP magazine and there it was, staring me in the face... and putting me in my place:
    "So you're worried about your safety after dark", it began, "and you've thought about trying to buy a stun gun, or maybe a light saber, to keep assailants at bay. Not necessary. All you need is a cane" and it went on to describe classes being taught by a martial arts teacher who would empower seniors, like me, to use canes as weapons for self defense.
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    Forty years of my life raced by me in an instant and all I could say was OUCH!!!!!


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A News Kind of Spring Cleaning

    I guess it was during the summer vacation that I got into the habit of listening to cable news. With the exception of "The View", daytime T.V. is pretty much a barren wasteland, and I just can't get into the reality shows. With the election coming up, well, news shows became like eating potato chips. I  just left the TV tuned to one cable station and a parade of commentary, interviews, and lively debates streamed through my living room. Before you know it, I started feeling like I knew the hosts. I was part of the cable news family. If I came upon one or two hosts who I didn't like, all I had to do was flip up or down a channel and there, again, was more cable news. When I went back to school in September, it was easy to keep up to date with my favorites when I got home, since these news pundits repeat their shows throughout the day well into the night.  
    I have to admit that I have always had an addictive personality.  Before this, I had watched "Law and Order", over and over. Before that it was "The Golden Girls" and before that "Friends". The one thing all the shows had in common was that each can be watched any time day or night on some cable station. I used to consider watching my "regular" shows relaxing. Sometimes I would actually watch, and other times they were just background noise. Maybe it's a living alone thing. Recently though, I started to realize that I was getting annoyed much of the time. My outlook was getting very cynical and I found myself getting embroiled in the T V discussions, often taking sides verbally as I listened. (uh, oh!) 
    Finally it hit me that my choice of which TV shows to obsess over was really affecting my mood. My evolution from" Friends" to "Law and Order" and ultimately 24 hour Cable News was more than a switch of channels. It was a shift  from frequent laughing to frequent aggravation. It was a drift from the comic side of life to the seamy side of life. Instead of watching "feel good" shows I was filling my mind with thoughts of crime, politics (some might say there is no difference between those two) and one world crisis (real or fabricated) after another. The fact is, for me, too much news is  becoming toxic to my spirit.     
    So I have decided to "take the cure".  I will detox my mind as I would detox my body...I will go on a news fast.; a sort of Spring Cleaning of My Attitude. For the next week, I am going to avoid all news from TV, internet, newspapers, and radio. I will replace those stressful exposures with walks in nature and drinking lots of herbal tea while watching only comical sitcoms. I might even drag out my old Bob Newhart tapes. I will drink lots of clear water with lemon twists to facilitate the purge. I have arranged for a friend to be my withdrawal buddy...a person I can call if I feel like I am going to waver and succumb to a quick Rachel Maddow or Anderson Cooper. It will be tough, but I will be strong. If someone leaves  The New York Times or the Newsday on the table in the faculty room, I will take my lunch to my classroom rather than expose myself to temptation. I will bring a New Age music cd to put on in the car so that I will be calm and not be tempted to turn on Talk Radio. 
    It will be interesting to see if, after a week, anyone notices a difference in me.

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Making "Styromonster" With Your Grandchild

    Here's an idea on how to recycle those annoying Styrofoam packaging pellets. Styrofoam constitutes, by volume, as much as thirty percent of landfills worldwide. Many of us just save them until we, in turn, have to ship something. In the interim, however, they can provide hours of inexpensive fun and learning for your grandchildren 5 and up. All you need is a chunk of Styrofoam for a base, toothpicks, and various pellets of all shapes and sizes. Explain to the children that Styrofoam is one of those man made "monstrous" products that is non biodegradable and so, unless treated with other solvents, will pollute our environment forever. Then challenge them to use the materials to create "Styromonster". They can build many other things with the materials; just let their imaginations take over. You could paint the items or use permanent marker on them, but I like the fact that they are basically colorless. I think it allows the children to better use their imaginations. The finished products will be a great jumping off point for conversations about ecology , recycling, and stewardship. The nuggets can still be used for future packaging. You'll just have to disassemble the creations. Actually, the kids might enjoy doing that as well.  
    My philosophy is that since there is nothing we can do to get rid of the awful stuff, we can at least, get the most use out of it. Just make sure that you use these only with children who are past the point of putting things in their mouths (or any other orifice for that matter). Have fun!

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Throw Away Cats

    I never thought that I would become one of those pathetic old ladies, surrounded by empty cans of cat food, followed by a parade of feral cats who wait daily for her to feed them. I've had dogs and cats in my lifetime, and enjoyed their company, but never could be labeled an "animal lover" and always made the distinction between people and animals. Then, last September, a mangy, exhausted orange cat, with a deformed ear. damaged eye, and terribly distended stomach, parked itself on my front porch and cried for a month. Of course, I began to feed it. Then, as the weather got colder, I scoured the Internet for easy to make shelters, which, after I made one, the cat wouldn't use, preferring to whine on my porch, instead.. Next, I lined a donated doghouse with a Mylar emergency blanket, filled it with straw, and put it on my porch. The cat went in and for a while I felt better. I'm sure you know what is coming next. One really cold November night, as the wind howled and I put the heat up, I finally broke down and let the darn thing in. The cat seemed profoundly grateful, but I noticed that he kept scratching his ears. If he had been a novel, this would have been a great example of foreshadowing.  I couldn't let him stay in the house without worming, neutering, vaccinating, etc. As you probably guessed, he has Feline AIDS. Four hundred dollars later, "Tangerine" had found a permanent home. Three ear infections later, his veterinarian was able to take a vacation, on me. 
    Somewhere along the way, the word got out that there were free eats at Nona Nita's place and now, no less than 3 other cats visit my property daily to see what's on the menu. One has taken up residence on the front porch. Oh, no!
    My point in writing this is not to promote myself as such a caring person. I moan and complain the whole time I feed them. The point is that someone threw these cats away and I am writing to say  "How Dare Them!". They made an irresponsible decision that not only affected themselves and the cat, but also kind-hearted people like me and many of you, who can't sit by and watch an animal starve to death. I totally resent these people. My kids are grown and I should be free as a bird, but now, through no fault of my own, I have to be home before dark to feed the cats. You might say, "Just stop feeding them" or take them to the animal shelter. Well, the animal shelter is overflowing. There is not one within 60 miles who will take a cat. They will not euthanize an animal that you can not show ownership of, and anyone who can sit idly by and watch an animal starve to death has a stronger stomach than I. 
    The saddest part is that many of these "feral" cats are really someone's unwanted pet. They have no idea why they have been discarded and are untrained in how to fend for themselves. When my son and his wife bought their new home, the former owners just left their cat there. Can you imagine? For three months it sat by the back door and they fed it, before they finally found a shelter to take it. This kind of animal and human abuse (because their irresponsibility abuses and taxes the good will of others) happens every day. The family who left that pet had a child. What did that child learn about responsibility and respect for life? I saw where that family moved. It wasn't a financial issue. 
    So here I am, with a trashcan filled with tin cans, and a chorus of meows that serenade me daily. I can only hope that if there is such a thing as Karma, those who abandon pets will get their just rewards by feeling the pangs of hunger and disease in another life. As for me, I'm thinking of getting a shopping cart to push around filled with lots of personal items all shoved into plastic garbage bags, to complete the stereotype.

             TANGERINE



"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened".
                                                                                                           Anatale France

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Generosity

    I read recently that many charities are feeling the pinch because in the present economy, fewer donations are coming in. It got me to thinking. They say that giving is good for the spirit of the giver, as well as the receiver, so how can a person continue the spirit of generosity while on a tight budget? Following is a list of 10 things you can give that will cost no more than a dollar but will open your heart to the joy of giving while making someone else's day.

1. When you are in a particularly annoying line at the supermarket (too long, cashier-in-training, etc.) let someone in back of you, ahead of you.

2. Leave a dollar bill in a public place. You will brighten someone's day since everyone feels lucky when they find money.

3. When someone is struggling to find the change at the cash register, give it to the cashier and wish them both a nice day.

4. Give up your seat on public transportation to someone, even if they aren't pregnant or old.

5. Bring your empty shopping cart to someone in the parking lot as they get out of their car.

6. Buy two newspapers at the newsstand then give one to the person waiting behind you in line.

7. Anonymously donate a bottle of hand cream or air freshener to leave in the restroom at work.

8. Demand to speak to the manager to report the good service you just received.

9. Fill the paper drawer of the copy machine at work, even though you are only going to make a few copies.

10. Leave a few stamps on the table at the post office. 

***Extra Bonus Points if you could manage to do any of these in the presence of your grandchild. If so, you will have created a "teachable moment" to discuss generosity and its value to giver and receiver. Perhaps the experience will plant the seeds of this trait in them.


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I Hate Washing Dishes!

    I hate washing dishes! Unfortunately, the darling cottage I am living in has no counter space in the kitchen for a dishwasher, so I am doomed to perform this annoying task with my own itty-bitty hands. It's not like I have always had to. For 27 years I enjoyed the convenience of an automatic dishwasher, but after the divorce I moved quite often, downsizing with each move, and the last few places with their tiny kitchens...well... you know the rest. 
    I don't really know why this is such a problem for me. After all, I live alone so how many dishes must I use every day? Why can't I just turn the exercise into a meditation or take pride in always having a clean sink when people drop in? I can't figure it out. I try to keep up with them, but before I know it, there is a sink full of dirty dishes, I've run out of silverware, and I can't fit the kettle under the faucet to make a pot of tea. Then I start cursing myself. Why did I let it go so long? I should have done them before it got so out of hand. Now it will be an enormous job because the same lack of counter space that prohibits a dishwasher is the same reason why I now have no place to spread out the dirty dishes to organize them for cleaning.  After a healthy dose of self-flagellation, I resort to the only thing I can think of which is further procrastination. Suddenly I find the need to vacuum, sweep the porch, call a friend, or run out to the store for a few things, anything to get away from having to do the dishes. I start using the wine glasses for a drink of water and stir my tea with a butter knife.Then, suddenly, the gig is up. It is finally too late. The doorbell rings and someone has come over unexpectedly and I am caught...with a sink full of dishes.     
    Many excuses later, when the visitor leaves, I dig into the sink and promise myself that this form of embarrassment will never be allowed to befall me again. I vow to wash each dish, cup, or glass, immediately after I use it. I pledge to never again leave the house with even one soiled dish in the sink. I profess to never lay my head down on the pillow at night unless the sink is empty. In fact, I promise that there will be no pursuit that can ever come before washing a sink full of dishes... well...with the exception of writing my daily blog entry. Yes, I'll wash those dishes as soon as I finish this.


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Freebie Friday - Let's Get Fancy

    When my beautiful daughter was born in 1980, one of my first resolves was to make sure that I took pains not to limit her future with gender biased choices in dress, activities, and opportunities. Since my first child was a boy, there was an abundance of trucks, building blocks, riding toys, etc. to balance out the dolls and kitchen toys that she received as presents . I refused to buy anything myself that was pink, and as soon as she began to crawl , dressed her in overalls every day, to encourage freedom of movement and a general unisex attitude. This all worked out fine until she was able to take her clothes off by herself. I can still remember battling with a two and a half year old over which pair of pajamas she would wear. It seemed that my choice wasn't soft enough, so as I forced one leg in, she pulled the other out...those of you who are moms know the drill. I'll never forget the day that she insisted on going to nursery school wearing the lacy crinoline half slip that had come with a holiday dress, over her outfit because it was "so pretty". Katie always had her own style. She loved hair bows, jelly sandals, ruffles, rainbows, ballet slippers, and anything purple, which of course, was even better if it were "lavender". Now at 29, she has refined her taste, but still has a special flair that is all her own. One day when I went to meet her for lunch in downtown Manhattan, she came walking up to me and I didn't recognize her. As she approached I was thinking, "Why is that beautiful, well put-together, fashion plate making eye contact with me ?" 
    Perhaps it was these memories of my daughter's devotion to pretty things that made me fall in love with "Fancy Nancy".  Not since I read the first Harry Potter story have I been so taken by a character in a children's book. "Fancy Nancy" is a little girl who bears the burden of being the only member of her family who loves everything "fancy". Even though her family is very plain, she just loves to fill her life with fancy things, from fancy accessories (like an abundance of colorful ribbons, ruffles and scarves) to fancy furniture (like canopied beds and painted stenciled dressers) to fancy words (like "ecstatic" instead of "happy" and "ensembles" instead of "clothes"). Although being fancy is great (or as Nancy would prefer to say, "spectacular") she always finds something even more special to admire, like being "unique". The picture books, four to date, are a delight to read to little girls from preschool to second grade, and the illustrations by Robin Preiss Glasser are whimsical eye candy. The author, Jane O'Conner, has written two "I Can Read" books, as well. 
     Best of all, the publisher, Harper Collins, supports the series with a great website filled with free activities to either complete on the computer, like puzzles and memory games, or to print out for "hands-on" learning experiences. I printed out the "Fancy Nancy" paper doll page and shared it with my granddaughter last night after reading her Fancy Nancy and the Posh Puppy. I had to cut the doll and clothing out for her, but she had a grand old time pasting the "ensemble" on the paper doll while simultaneously extending her vocabulary and honing her fine motor skills. 
     The bottom line is, I love "Fancy Nancy" and I love free things, too. If you do also,
click here to visit the site with the freebies. When you get on the page click "KIDS" then "Fun and Games".  As Nancy would likely say, it's "exquisite".

 

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Will You Click to Feed a Child?

    While blog hopping, I came across an insightful and informative article on World Hunger by the talented authors of  ASKCHERLOCK.COM. May has traditionally been a time to celebrate fertility and hope. Harking back to the days when people's pursuits were mainly agrarian in nature, it was a time for blessing the fields and planting the seeds that would spring up to provide a bountiful harvest at the end of the growing cycle. Unfortunately, for many millions of people in this world, there is no hope, no seeds to plant in fertile soil, and no future harvest. Those people, many of them children, suffer and die of hunger every day. The blog entry is informative, but what I appreciate most about the article is that it contains something that seldom comes along with reminders of world hunger. .. a vehicle for immediate action to alleviate some of the suffering. The blog offers a link to Kraft Food's Share a Little Comfort,  which when clicked on, results in a donation of one box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese to an American food bank. It doesn't cost the clicker a cent and takes only a minute to do. I was thinking that this would be a wonderful link to share with older grandchildren. I know that the young adults that I work with daily always appreciate a way to participate in making the world a better place in which to live. Click along with your grandchild. How could one refuse? Until we, as citizens of the world, come up with real solutions to end this human suffering, it's the least we can do.


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Do You Remember This?

    I'm always impressed with ingenuity, and when it comes hand-in-hand with recycling, I am totally blown away, so when I saw these little gems from yesteryear at a yard sale last weekend, I snatched them right up. Even if I didn't plan to use them (which I most certainly do) I would have bought them, if for no other reason than to inspire me to find more and better ways to reuse the refuse that is already on this earth, rather than create more. Does anyone remember seeing this type of handmade trivet on their family's table as a child? I vaguely remember making something like this in the 50's as a Brownie, or am I recalling a memory of my grandma crocheting around the bottle caps and then sewing them together?
Anyway, my curiosity got the best of me and I sacrilegiously opened one up just to see the logo on the bottle caps underneath. They have cork on the underside, they are not twist off, they have a gray speckled background, a red circle and writing, and they say "Coca Cola REG. U.S. PAT. OFF." Does anyone know what era these are from? 
    Regardless of the era, the trivets are small treasures and fun reminders of the resourcefulness of people from days gone by. They are also a great idea for an ecology project to do with your grandchild. Children from six and up should be able to make this with guidance from an adult The only materials required would be material cut into circles big enough to gather around a bottle cap, and enough material to line the bottom. Unfortunately, (or fortunately according to your point of view) you would have to drink a lot of beer or hook up with someone who does, to get the bottle caps. The plastic tops from soda don't hold up under heat (take my word for it, I tried it). Simple, cheap, educational, and green...what more could you ask for in a children's project? Just be prepared, grandma, to get it back as a gift at the Holidays.




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