School Supplies

School supplies on a budget – our methods

August 31, 2018

School Shopping

Lots of people do school shopping in late July or August, just before school starts.

Since we do school year-round, I’m constantly replacing school supplies by stopping in at my favorite thrift shops and scooping up extra pencils, notebooks, erasers, or expo markers (the most commonly used items in our school).

I do try to take advantage of the school sales that pop up at the end of school supply shopping months.

Take notebooks: one independent writer in our home goes through an average of five single-subject notebooks a year!  (That’s not a lot when you consider that each notebook usually has 70 pages.)  Our history, science, and most upper math courses require a paragraph or page of written work.  Grammar practice is to edit said paragraphs or pages and rewrite them correctly.  So we use a lot of paper.  I prefer to use notebooks because they keep all the papers together and they are easier to carry than loose leaf paper (we often do work in remote locations).  This year I have four independent writers and one still using training paper (the ones from tablets with three-line-spaces).  But my training-writer is writing times tables and measures this year.  She will need one or two notebooks.  I always add one extra for each student because I would rather have extra than to buy them at 4 to 10 times the sale price!  (Most of us homeschool on a budget, don’t we?)

Oh, yes, another trick I learned was to buy college-ruled notebooks because you get extra lines at the bottom.  (Silly, but it also makes you write smaller thus more work ends up on one page.)

We bought 22 notebooks this year!  Staples & Officemax both claimed the “normal” price for a college-ruled store-brand notebook with 70 pages was $2.49.  I know Walmart has them for $1.20 or so and the thrift shops have partially used ones for $0.50. They were on sale for $0.25, usually I can find them for $0.10, but this year if someone had them super cheap, I missed that sale.  Shopping the sales essentially saved us $20.90 just on notebooks.  (The receipts claimed we “Saved” way more, but I base my savings off the cheapest normal price, not the inflated office supply store price.)

Pencils, erasers, markers, rulers, and other assorted small things I usually buy from thrift stores because you can get a lot more used items less expensive than the sale price on new ones.  Rebeccah does Sunday School and likes to buy cute craft stuff for it, which is also less expensive (and a much larger collection for choose from) at the thrift stores.

Backpacks are another thrift store buy.  I generally choose to spend less than five dollars on a backpack.  Someone’s hand-me-down from last year often has a lot of wear left in it.  We use backpacks for school stuff, travel bags (you can only carry what you can fit in your backpack), and overnight bags for Grandma’s house trips.  Even Lucas has a backpack (a cute smaller Cars one we found for a dollar at a thrift store).  He’s funny, when we’re headed to drop off at college, I’ll say “grab your school stuff.”  (Generally, a writing tablet or book)  Lucas puts two books (usually two the bigger girls have been reading – lately a favorite has been Prince Caspian), his crayon box, and his tablet in his backpack and will say “I’m ready for my school!”  His backpack swallows him!

We have learned to use the before-school sales to help keep our expenses low yet still get the items we like to use.  (Filler paper is cheaper than using notebooks, but I’ve learned notebooks are neater and easier.)  The older girls need computer paper for some college assignments and CAP work, so we also tend to buy computer paper during the sales times as they will have some super mail-in rebate offer or something.

The coolest part of shopping for school supplies is the practical math lessons that go along with it!  (I can find lessons in everything!)

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~Nancy Tart

 

Microscopic Giants

The mind of a fiction writer: microscopic giants marching off to war…

August 26, 2018

Microscopic Giants

“What kind of giants does God mean to fall by your hand?”

That question in church this morning instantly made a crazy mental picture.  I saw the mold spores that constantly attack my body and affect my breathing marching like microscopic Goliaths toward my lungs.

The words of the last praise song caught my mind, “This is how we battle… I may look surrounded but I am surrounded by You (God)…”

So in my mental picture, thousands of bright lights like electric flashes start shooting the microscopic Goliaths and keep them from my lungs.  I imagine my lungs are Elisha and God’s armies are fighting for me.  This is how we battle… with faith, prayer, hope, love; our worship.

Weird?  Silly?  A little of both.  But though it seems trite, it’s what I saw.  Sometimes overactive imaginations and cartoonish images are what God uses to remind us that He is bigger than anything.  It’s easy for me to trust in the big things, but how about realizing that God isn’t too big to take the time to destroy the things we think are microscopic in the grand scheme of things?  I am someone who is quick to think, “Lots of people deal with medical conditions that are far worse than this,” and I discount that my issue is not important enough for God.  Sometimes just because I can use medicines to manage my symptoms makes me think I should just deal with it.  So at times, I will relegate my issues to being microscopic in the scheme of the world.

What is important to us (and yes, breathing unaided is a very important thing to me!) is always important to God.  He says he knows the numbers of the hairs on our head… that in itself is awesome to me.

Thank you, God, for reminding me that You do care for all parts of us.  Thank you for this amazing life, for removing the shackles keeping us from dancing, for giving us hope, joy, and peace, and for giving us a wonderful community to be a part of!

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~Nancy Tart

 

New Release! The Tightrope Dare

New Squirrel Book just released! Read an excerpt from The Tightrope Dare!

August 24, 2018

New Release!  The Tightrope Dare

Today I’m really excited to announce the release of “The Tightrope Dare,” the second adventure in The Landmark Tribe (furry squirrels lighting the way)!  The illustrators have finally finished with this project!

Rebeccah did this illustration.  She drew and colored both the cute little squawler and the full background!

Kimberly accented the drawing for digital copy and enhanced the details on the computer (some digital art manipulation).

Each of the Landmark Tribe books is narrated by a different member of the Tribe.  This adventure is narrated by Nutty, a crunchie (the squirrel’s word for teenager) who may be just a bit over-confident (okay, maybe he likes to brag and exaggerate, as you can see from the excerpt below).

Our Landmark Tribe books are written for our church.  Any sales we get go straight back to church because it is our squirrely church family who inspires characters in the Landmark Tribe and this series was created during a trip to church!  (Read that story here!)

Come read a bit from “The Tightrope Dare” here:

 

This is the story of how, me, Nutty, greatest Crunchie in the Landmark Tribe and in all of the squirrel tribes in the Wooded Lands, saved the day with my big brawny arms!

“Nutty.”

And that is Walnut, whose favorite thing to do is do that deep sigh and say Nutty, like I’m really doing something wrong.  He is a Crunchie in the Landmark Tribe too, but he is ages older than me.  Walnut is almost as old as Kahoona, our great and powerful leader.

“Nutty.” Sighed Walnut again.

Okay, so he isn’t really that old, but almost.

On the day my story takes place, the winds were ripping squirrels from their nests and squawlers from their mother’s clutching paws.

“Nutty, seriously?” Walnut chided.

Okay, okay, so maybe the winds were just enough to make leaves dance, Walnut is only a season older than me, and maybe I am not the greatest Crunchie in all of the squirrel tribes and maybe I didn’t use my big brawny arms to save the day, but I’m telling the story and that sounds cool, doesn’t it?

And that sigh from Walnut means he agrees but doesn’t want to say I’m right about anything.  Ever.  And he certainly doesn’t want to admit that I, Nutty the Great, am cool.  But I so am.

“Why do you start every sentence with a conjunction?” Walnut said in a bookish voice.

Honestly, he sounds so much like Grizzly, a new member of the Landmark tribe, that he seems like his real son.  Grizzly talks with a gruff bear voice but through his nose like it is constantly pinched shut.  And now Walnut has walked away so he can’t hear my awesome story.  Okay, well, you will have to do.  Stay right there and don’t move.

 

If you liked that and want to see how the Landmark Tribe of furry squirrels light the way in the Wooded Lands, click on the link to buy a copy or check out my Book List to view all the available formats!

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~Nancy Tart

 

Celebration: Disney Springs

How better to celebrate a long first day of college semester than to watch fireworks from three parks atop the Disney Springs parking garage?

August 22, 2018

Celebration: Disney Springs

We love to explore free parks and things to do.  Like playing tourist in downtown Saint Augustine, visiting the beach, playing kickball or tennis at Treaty Park, or when Louis wants to “get out of Dodge,” exploring a bit farther away: Daytona Beach boardwalk, Jacksonville Landing, or Disney Springs.

This time he decided Disney Springs.  If you don’t go hungry or bring some snacks and water bottles, you can spend hours listening to live music, exploring cool sights, taking boat or bus rides, and spend nothing.  (Just the gas getting there, which for us is about $20.)  We dream of being able to “do Disney” at the actual parks, which will happen someday, but for now, Disney Springs is what my kids mean when they say “Disneyworld.”

Once we touch the edge of Orlando and see all the tall buildings, the entertainment has begun!  The girls and Lucas shout about seeing the tops of rides, “castles,” houses on top of big buildings, and roads going over us and under us!

They are building what appears to be a 5-level overpass system on I4!  The kids were trying to count how high it would be – they thought four, then realized we were already over two other lanes! (Yes, we get excited about crazy stuff like being on bridges, overpasses, and parking garages.)

Christina, Rebeccah, and Kimberly start telling stories of their one visit to Universal (Daddy’s birthday two years ago for Rock the Universe).  They laugh over Kimberly falling asleep on Daddy’s shoulders during the last concert and marvel at the weird purple mountain that is the icon for the new Volcano Bay waterpark.

As usual, it’s one of the girls who reminds me that I have a camera!

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Kimberly took pictures of her favorite “cove” in Disney Springs.  This twist of sparkling water and beautiful plants fascinates Kimberly.

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The beautiful “chess knight” fountain (the girls call it that because the horse heads remind them of chess pieces) is also Lucas’ favorite fountain.

Admiring the giant Lego statues is a must.

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The giant water dragon was admired and discussed for almost fifteen minutes!

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There’s Buzz and Woody from Toy Story (Kimberly loves that one).

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Jillian and Lucas sat with the Lego Friends statues (and Lucas tried to do what he does to everyone else’s Lego creations, take them apart!).

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We watched the Rain Forest Café’s Volcano explode with hot lava across the bay.

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Kimberly’s favorite place to wander around is in the T-Rex eatery because she loves to jump when the robot dinosaurs move.  All lit up, it looks like a Mayan temple from this angle.

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Another fountain picture appears since Lucas loves all fountains.

We raced to the top of the parking garage (we always park at the top level) so we could watch the fireworks from Epcot and Magic Kingdom at the same time!  A third park’s fireworks were a bit further in the distance, probably Disney Studios, but we weren’t sure.

We were going to stay to go watch the water parade on the Lagoon, but with everyone zonked from a long first day at college and the inability of the stroller to carry four people, we ended on the fireworks and journeyed home.

Yes, they all slept on the ride home, which made for some Mom and Daddy conversation time!

Thank you, Jesus, for our amazing life!

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~Nancy Tart

 

New Semester (Fall 2018)

My random thoughts about our new semester.

August 20, 2018

New Semester (Fall, 2018)

Just dropped” blinks the text message.

Louis just dropped Christina and Rebeccah off at St. Johns River State College for their 3rd and 2nd semesters, respectively.  (Christina took Summer A classes while Rebeccah took a break.)

This made me think about many things:

I love the educational opportunities that St. John’s County offers students.  Only a few options are: traditional public schools, charter schools, special programs, access to online school, extra-curricular activities, career tracks like at First Coast Tech High School, and dual enrollment at the area’s state college, St John’s River State College.  (We can choose to use private school & home school options, but that isn’t “offered” by the county!)

I know several young people, from public, private, or home education starts, who wanted to become mechanics, chefs, stylists, or other direct-career fields.  These young people entered First Coast Tech’s programs and graduated with a technical certificate and experience; most I knew were hired before they graduated.

Some, who are college degree seeking start with dual enrollment or a special accelerated program that gives them an easy transition from high school to college with actual college classes for college credit.  (This is what Christina and Rebeccah have chosen to do… actually, pretty much begged to do, heaven knows Mom wasn’t ready.)

Christina is aiming her degree toward Embry-Riddle University.  She takes only courses that will lead her into or be needed for the “Aviation Engineering with Flight” degree she wants.

Rebeccah’s goal is “Biology Major.”  She plans on getting a Bachelors degree in Biology and transferring into the University of Florida’s Dental school.  (Her current goal is Orthodontist or Orthodontic Surgeon, although her interests have varied: Obstetrician, Brain Surgeon, Neurosurgeon, and Research Geneticist.  It seems something in medicine and science will be her future career so Biology Major pretty much lays the groundwork for any of those.)

You know, I’m not sure I’m ready for all of this yet!

Stacy sent me a this cute collage of pictures she took when she first visited “baby” Lucas…

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Taken by Stacy Moorhouse

…and I think there’s a part of me that still sees all of my children as being in that “baby stage” with a cute little pudgy face, big smile, and few teeth.  I’m not ready to be dropping my kids off at college – even if it’s just two classes each!

I’m watching them bloom into young women.  I can’t hold them back.  (As much as I’d like to.)  I have to let them go so they can grow.  I can’t stop time.  I can’t always keep them in my sight.  I can’t hide them from the cruelty, bitterness, and hatred in our world.

So I have to shift my focus from can’t to can.

I can encourage them, guide them, give advice (that hopefully they will ponder) to them, and listen to them.  That’s it.  I have to trust God that He knows their hearts.  I have to choose to listen to them and pray that I give counsel (yes, advice) that God has opened their hearts to hear.

Sometimes I think it’s happening too quickly.  However, I would have relished such an educational opportunity as a twelve year old!  If all those college books I worked though myself between 12 and 15 had been college credit I would have had my BA at 15.   (My Dad’s idea of “graduating high school” was to have us go through his college math up to pre-calculus and work through every giant college level science and history book he and my mother had collected – we had a college education when graduating.)  When I remind myself of that, I consider my oldest girls’ adventure as a natural progression for those who desire a college education and push themselves to high levels anyway.

Someone asked me, “will you make all your kids go to college early?”

The serious answer is “no.”  Each child is a unique individual.  Not every dream needs a college degree.  Not every learner progresses at the same speed.

What I do is require them to learn.  Yes, we have a “base” requirement just like any school should.  I encourage them to do their best.  I encourage them to follow their passions.  I encourage them to experience new things and try anything at least once.  (You never know what inspires you.  My Dad didn’t decide his career until he was required to take a “foreign language” class at a time when computer coding was considered a foreign language!  That one class changed the direction of his entire life!)

Will all of my children even go to college?  I hope so; but what means more to me than material success is that they follow Jesus with all their heart, find a career they love, and enjoy their life to the best of their ability!

All this goes through my head in a few minutes.  I smile at the thought of them meeting professors and getting the feel for this semester’s new classes.  I shift my focus to getting home so I can see if Kimberly and Jaquline need any help with their math (but Teaching Textbooks’ Pre-Algebra has self-check, so usually they don’t), if Jillian has a new story so we can edit it together for grammar and spelling (which Christina and Kimberly had already done with her!), and listen to Lucas shout “one-two-three-FOUR!” as he races down the hallway with his BIG truck.

I’m reminded to enjoy every step in life.  This is just another level, but this time, it’s Mom who needs to “Level-up!” and just wrap these young women in prayers!

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~Nancy Tart

 

Watching Fish

Interesting colorful “feeder” goldfish in the girls’ community tank.

August 17, 2018

Watching Fish

Becky and Kimberly have a little tank in which they keep trying to grow fish.

Once, (after collecting fish slowly over about a year) they had about a dozen Platys (live-bearing freshwater fish) in four different varieties with two plecostomus (bottom-feeding suckermouth catfish) and two Siamese algae-eaters (bottom-dwelling freshwater fish).  It was a very colorful tank.  They had plants in the top and bottom levels for hiding places (needed for baby fish).

Lucas watched them feed the fish about three times a day.  One day, he dumped a mega can of fish food in the water.  Although they tried to save the fish, unfortunately, only a few recovered.  Lucas watched them “Save” the fish with the fishnet and thought he could replicate this with a milk cup.  We found the remaining three Platys floating in the milk cup.

The tank became a water plant tank for a month or so.  (They slowly saved up money for new fish.)

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A few weeks ago, Becky and Jillian bought some colorful feeder goldfish and feeder minnows to join Ooh (the remaining Plecostomus who had hidden in the shark decoration for over a week so they were super surprised when he was seen in the “plant tank!”).

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The tank has Nemo and the big shark in it, along with some other Nemo stuff, a unicorn laying against the wall like she’s sleeping, a snail, and beach shells (I do not know why the unicorn lives underwater).

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The little goldfish have animal names like “Tiger” and “Gazelle.”

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They have beautiful coloring!

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Aren’t animals amazing?  The girls love watching the interaction between the fish (and, they are so funny sometimes!) and play-talking what they are saying.  These conversations go something like this:

“Tiger: Food! Food! That tall giant is feeding us that flat stuff that looks like dead leaves but tastes gourmet!”

“Gazelle: You actually eat that?”

“Tiger: (while chomping away) Yummy yummy yummy!”

“Ooh: Why don’t you hide from the giant things?”

“Gazelle: Only the hyper one.”

“Tiger: The hyper one?  It isn’t as scary as the smudgy black one.”

At this point I laughed at Becky’s monologue.  “Becky, what is the smudgy black one?  I get Lucas is the hyper giant.”

“Mom,” Becky laughs and points at the fishtank.  Prim (Christina’s 4-year-old Aussie Mix) is standing in her new favorite spot between the fishtank and the couch.

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~Nancy Tart

 

Meet Joy

August 15, 2018

Meet Joy

Joy is the princess of the Southern Kingdom in The Princess and the Swans.

She loves her family; her father, mother, and eleven older brothers.  Can you imagine having eleven older brothers?

Joy makes friends easily and is loved by everyone around her.

One day her happy home becomes sad.  Her mother, the Queen, gets sick.

Her father hires a nurse named Wanda from the village who is supposed to be the best in the land, but she is mean to the children behind their father’s back.  Joy says that all healers are distant when they are working.  Her brothers distrust this woman, one going so far as to call her a witch!

Then something happens to lead Joy on a quest:

Near midnight, Joy was jolted awake by a shriek.  She threw on her robe and raced to her courtyard window.  She shoved the heavy drapery out of the way.  As it fluttered closed behind her, she saw her mother’s nurse illuminated in the brilliant beams of the full moon, laughing noiselessly at the sky.  Beautiful white swans emerged from various places about the courtyard, fluttering their wings oddly as if they were cygnets just learning to fly.  So sad was the plight of the pitiful creatures that tears crept down Joy’s cheeks. 

Wanda’s laughter stopped and she circled her hand above her head then threw it at the gathering swans.  Joy strained to hear the woman’s words in the otherwise noiseless night.  “Fall apart and you will fall away.  Enter sight of this palace and you will fall away.  Cause me pain; I curse you to endure days of endless flight.  You must stop at the rock by the wood every day before the sun sinks, if your feet are not there, you will die.  Nothing will break my enchanter’s curse!”  She crooned, “now fly!”

The swans looked bewildered and kept examining their wings and bodies, but nonetheless, obeyed her command and flew in the direction of the Sea Wood. 

Joy watched the lovely feathered creatures until they were out of her sight completely; tears of sympathy had washed her gentle face.  Wanda was no longer in the courtyard.  Joy felt as if she were in a dream, and once returning to her bed, cried herself to sleep. 

 

The following morning, Joy was so greatly vexed by what she believed to have been a dream the previous night that she was awake at dawn with a pressing need to ask someone else’s opinion of her dream.  She didn’t want to wake little Rosa, her chambermaid, so instead she went searching for one of her brothers.  No one could tell her where her brothers were.  None of the princes were where they were supposed to be.  Only Wanda had an explanation – she told the king and Joy as they ate breakfast that the princes had abandoned the palace last night because they no longer wished to be there.  Joy did not believe this and said so.  It was the first time she had spoken against Wanda.  Joy was surprised when her own father told her that Wanda was obviously right and not to challenge her word. 

“I will find them; the princes did not abandon their king and queen and sister!” Joy resolved.  At this a smile crept up the corners of Wanda’s mouth. 

The king said nothing, only sighed, declared he had lost his appetite, and retreated to his chambers. 

 

Joy was determined to find her brothers and prove that they would never abandon their family.  All of her brothers’ horses were in the stable.  None of the guards or servants had seen them leave.  Only they were not in the palace and only Wanda said she had seen them leave.  Joy took her horse, a pretty white mare, and with a bag in her saddle pouch with bread, fruit, and cheese, left the palace in search of her brothers. 

Be sure to read The Princess and the Swans to find out what happens to Joy.  Will she find her brothers?  Can she bring them back home?

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~Nancy Tart

 

Life & Love, Unscripted

Life doesn’t have a template, neither does love. It’s all unscripted until it happens.

August 13, 2018

Life & Love, Unscripted

I love our church.  Landmark Family Church has been my home for almost 11 years!  I love that we do life, unscripted, instead of follow a template and expect everything God does to fit in tiny boxes.

Like Sunday morning.  The past two lessons have been right on what I’m studying, feeling, and hearing from God.  Wow.  Blows me away.

But this Sunday past seemed to blow away two people near me as well.  This is because God knows exactly what we all need to hear and somehow he manages to put just the right stuff into the speaker’s mouth so it affects everyone just as God wants it to.

God’s Word smashed in and messed up some apple carts yesterday and I love it when that happens!  (It’s like what you need to hear because you sometimes try to reason your way out of what you feel, so when someone else says it, you’re like “maybe I ought to listen.”  God does that a lot to me.)

We have this corporate thing about squirrels (you’ll see them everywhere) so the girls and I designed “The Landmark Tribe” squirrel stories as a way to give back.  (Everything we make from those books goes to our church!)

Rebeccah has been carrying a passion for helping at church in a specific way for over a year, but never said anything because we couldn’t always be at church on Saturday nights (they had been doing Saturday night services), but now, they are restarting regular Sunday morning service!  Rebeccah was ecstatic.  She spent all week preparing her “presentation booklet” to have all her ideas organized.  She was so scared she would be told no, and so thrilled when she was told yes!  (She spent all of today making notes look neater and printing up other ideas.  She kept saying “I can’t wait for Sunday!”)

Life is real.  Love is real.  I love that our church is real.  We are real people doing life together and coming together with the expectation of hearing God’s Word in a real way.  That’s how God uses us; you may sit down and a song speaks to your heart, or is seems the speaker is talking just to you.  That’s real.  That’s God’s love.  He does speak just to you.  He leaves the ninety-nine and makes a special trip to heal your heart.  That’s real Love.

Thank you, God, for Your love!

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~Nancy Tart

Growing Up Gaming

When your family loves board games, nerdy movies, books, and video games, you’re probably Growing Up Gaming…

August 10, 2018

Growing Up Gaming

When you are born into a family that loves board games (Risk, Catan, Life, Monopoly, Scrabble, and Poker are serious around here), discusses Star Ocean and Nancy Drew mysteries as if they are reality (if you walk in and we’re discussing Ned, Bess, and George and whose clue to follow, that’s Nancy Drew, but if we’re debating the character traits of Claude, Dias, and Leon, that’s Star Ocean), gets into serious nerd debates (you know, book versus movie for classics and bouncing theories about Rey’s parents, Gandalf’s childhood, or what cool stories Superman had as a youngster doing chores), and it’s pretty routine to hear someone say, “no, no, he’s a book person,” (unless both parties know the book, which is more common) you are likely to grow up gaming, reading, and being rather serious about such fun.

This is a family thing, since there has probably not been a get together where the verbatim replay of “Meat’s back on the menu” by the uncles and the older cousins didn’t happen.  (It’s entertaining, but a bit freaky if you don’t know the movie!)

For me, it was Zork, Teddy Boy, and 3D Adventure (Atari, the huge ducks or dragons that ate you and the castles where you saved the blocks).

My younger siblings introduced me to Playstation (Star Ocean and Legend of the Dragoon) as an 18-year-old.  That was cool, except I kept trying to look around the monitor screen instead of turn the view with the controller!  My kids know both of those… with their Playstation 2.

We are rather old school when it comes to games… the newest is probably Minecraft.  It’s a building exploration game that the girls create elaborate homes and castles in since they can’t run out of bricks (we have a finite amount of Legos and their imaginations are way bigger than the few bricks we have).  We actually have two old computers and keep them up because they run our 90s games (and the educational software I own runs on 32 bit instead of the new 64).

It’s always easier to learn something when you smash your head in between their head and the screen…

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Lucas considers himself very independent.  He likes to load the girls’ Minecraft lands and explore their castles (they call it “destroy” the castles – just like with Legos).

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He is very happy when someone discovers him doing this.

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(Game rules say electronics after dark… notice the daylight?)

Christina thinks it’s hilarious and calls him “gamer dude” when she sees him with the game phone that was put away for the daytime.

I’m going to slide back into the gaming world… a furious game of Pictionary is happening on the kitchen table right now – and even Lucas is jumping around as Becky sketches two triangles, a round thing, and dozens of dots… this is supposed to represent “Star Wars.”

 

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

Reset Button

Ever wonder about the reset button?

August 8, 2018

Reset Button

When I was a kid my dad was always bringing home (what we would call dinosaurs now) computers and rebuilding them as school and play computers.  The 286 had a flat red square that Daddy always said, “Do NOT touch this button!”  (I had dreams of one of the little ones touching the button and the computer blowing up like a bomb.)

As I learned to program, though, I realized the reset button was to shut the computer down from self-destruction.  If it was caught in a loop (bad software) or someone attempted to overload the system with applications (operator error) the user (me) would try the famous Ctrl-Alt-Del a couple of times, but as a last ditch effort, we hit that red button.  Usually, the computer would load back up without a hitch and we’d avoid or fix whatever caused the glitch.

In life, God gives us a reset button every day.

He says His mercies are renewed each morning.  He forgives all trespasses and helps set us back on the right path.  Sometimes our “road to self-destruction” is simply doing the same thing over and over and getting frustrated because we get the same results (loop?) but God wrote us an escape clause.

I imagine computer code like this: If x person gets into y then; if y (number of times around) = >2; exit loop; end if.

It’s the “Exit loop” that gets us out of danger – and that’s because God wants us to do and be our best.

Instead of continue in our self-destructive loop, we should allow God to work on our problem (attitude, perception, etc.) and help us climb out.

Thank you, God, for resets!

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~Nancy Tart

 

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