Wordless Wednesday-A Boy and Camera

Made with Trash

Lotus at Sarcastic Mom has issued a challenge: What small (or big) thing can you do to help clean up the Earth? What are you already doing? All this started after a walk through her neighborhood where she saw trash thrown all over and was disgusted in the ability of humanity to wallow in our own filth. So what am I doing? Nothing extraordinary, I keep lights turned off, pick up trash on my evening walk, I don't do styrofoam, and I (try to) teach my boys not to litter, we even wrap (almost) all our presents in newspaper. The new thing I am doing is using reusable shopping bags for trips to the grocery store. OK, I admit I am moving to Germany this summer and plastic shopping bags cost money in Germany. I might as well get into the habit now because I know I am not paying money for a plastic shopping bag!

Trash is a huge issue here in Jakarta. During rainy season last year the flooding was compounded by trash dams blocking the river flow causing it to jump its banks and flooding some of the poorest areas. We are talking a city where the term "trash-picker" isn't just an insult, it is a profession.

Here you can see a picture of trashed heaped alongside the river

(Yes, people live in those houses, trash is just a by product.)

There are somewhere between 350,000 and 450,000 trash pickers in Jakarta. These people don't just collect the garbage, they go through it, piece by piece, looking for things that can be resold for money or reused to make life easier. The average trash-picker makes around $30 a month. (This isn't a living wage here, either.) They have a very difficult life. This is a picture of a trashpickers kampung (compound or village) near my house. I walk by it on the way to the shopping mall all the time. It never fails to remind me how lucky I am.

So, you may ask, what does my over-privileged self have to do with Jakarta's trash picker's? And what do they have to do with saving the Earth? Maybe you are even asking how you can help? Well, there is a yayasan (charity) organization that manages to combine both helping people and helping the environment. XSProject uses the refuse collected by trash pickers to create these really cool shopping bags (and lunch boxes, wallets, coupon sorters, even laptop bags) and each item carries the tag you see at the top of this blog entry: This product made from garbage collected by Jakarta's trash-pickers. The bags are really sturdy and colorful. If you haven't made the switch to reusable grocery bags this is the time (even if you don't use these bags find some reusable alternative to all that plastic, please!). The XSProject bags are available for order online and the profits go to help the trash-pickers of Jakarta. Click here if your in the US, click here if you are someplace else. You can check out their ongoing progress at XSProject blog.

I am climbing down off my soapbox now. Time to to go play with the rugrat. Have a good day and don't forget to take time to smell the roses and hug a tree!

The World is Watching

While I was listening to Ms. Heard discussing poetry I glanced at the window and saw a child walking by twirling a blue sign. It was a campaign sign for the democratic party. One side read Obama, the other Hillary. This in itself was strange enough. If you are a regular reader you know that I don't live in the states, I live clear on the other side of the world in Indonesia and the child twirling the sign? He was Indian, as in from India, not the native American variety.

This is the first Presidential election during which I have lived overseas so I don't know if this level of attention is normal, but I can tell you that the world is watching this election, and they all seem to be watching the Democratic party.

*The fact that Obama's sign is slightly bigger than Hillary's is NOT a reflection of my feelings about the elections, it is just another fine example of my ineptitude with the computer. Don't read more into it than there is.

A Bit of Poetry

I went to Pattimura Elementary today for a talk given by poet Georgia Heard. It was a lot of fun learning about different ways to incorporate poetry into the everyday life of children. I will certainly use some of her ideas with my children. One I really like is lunch box poems a short verse tucked into the lunch box as a surprise. Ok maybe I shouldn't do this with the teenager (he packs his own lunch anyway, if I packed it I might throw in some healthy stuff ), but the littles ones would like it, maybe something like this:

It's time to eat, here's your lunch
Try some grapes in a bunch
You'll like the ham and cheese
Eat it all if you please.
Apple juice in a box,
Please don't spill it on your socks.

Hmmmm.... that was just sad. Maybe I should buy a book of poems. It might help.

PIRATES!

We escaped Jakarta for a long weekend to our favorite getaway The Tanjung Lesung Sailing Club. Usually the view is of fish traps, endless seas, and on a really clear day volcanoes.This time the fish traps were missing due to a rainy season storm, but that doesn't mean the view was all empty seas. Far from it! This time we got to see pirates! Lots and lots of pirates!

Click on the picture to better see the pirate fleet.

OK so maybe they weren't really pirates, maybe they were really fisherman driven into the cove by bad weather conditions, but the boats looked like something straight out of a pirate story. The kids were convinced they were pirates and really that was all that mattered.

The fishing fleet was stuck in the cove with nothing to do, so basically they had an unscheduled vacation. When ever the winds would die down a bit you could hear music drifting from the boats. Sometimes I would see a big splash next to one of the boats. Then a few minutes later I would see someone scramble up the anchor line on a nearby boat. After a bit they began to swim to shore. They used anything on board as a float to make it to shore: inner tubes were the most popular but also life jackets and what looked like lids from ice chests and an orange boogie board. Two or three guys would hang onto a float and they would all kick until they reached shore. It took them as long as 30 minutes to make the swim.

Here Cody and some friends watch the "pirates" jump ship to swim ashore.

Once they reached the beach they were doing pretty much they same thing as us. Running in the waves, picking up shells, sitting in the sand enjoying the day, walking on the beach and building sand castles. Oh, and they spent a lot of time sitting around watching the "bule" (boo-leh = westerner) and of course we were sitting around watching them. I am guessing we appeared as strange and exotic to them as they did to us.

Wordless Wednesday-What the Gardener Gave the Kids

Mom! Help!

It is only about 10:30 and already it has been a long morning. There is no school today so I decided to be nice and make waffles for breakfast. Even with a treat like that there was whining. I was running low on plain flour so I made whole wheat waffles. I thought they tasted fine. More whining from child number 3 who wanted pancakes instead of waffles. Can't please everybody. Oh well.

After breakfast (everyone ate seconds in spite of the whining) I put child number 4 in the bathtub to remove the syrup. He refuses to use a fork so there was lots of sticky on him. Left child number 1 to keep an eye on him while I cleaned up the worst of the mess downstairs. I hadn't quite finished when I heard a blood curdling scream. "MOM HELP!" I ran upstairs. I found blood. Lots of blood.

Grayson had decided to try doing some gymnastics on the towel bar in the bathtub. No idea why there is a towel bar IN the bath tub. Before Cody could get Grayson off the bar he let go, slipped in the tub, and smacked his chin. The blood was pouring out of my baby's chin. Aaack!

Cody did great. He held pressure on the cut, while I called Dave to let Medical know we were coming, and some grabbed clothes for me and Grayson. There is just NO WAY I am going the embassy in my oldest jammies with a naked kid. So, yes, I took time to change clothes while my kiddo bled all over the place.

By the time we got there the bleeding was done and the cut looked nasty. Medical was happy to see us. They had gotten this fancy new skin glue and Grayson's cut gave them the chance to try it out. I was just happy there were no needles and stitches, just glue. Of course now I am a little concerned about finding one of the boys pouring Elmer's school glue into a cut so they don't have to go to the doctor.

"Look Mom, boo boo all better! "

The Boys and the Oobleck

It is rainy season here in Jakarta. What do you do with kids when it is too yucky to play outside? Normally I would just let the kids play in the rain and hose them off when they came back inside, but Friday we had scary, cracky, LOUD thunder. It is unlike any thunder I have ever heard before moving here. No one was going outside. I wasn’t even happy about them watching the lightening out the window. That thunder just sounded evil.

What to do to entertain the kids? Hmmm.... I dusted off the thinking cap. I remembered way back when, in another decade, another century even (back in the 20th century) when I was a teacher I used to read books to introduce activities. I remembered one that was always a hit, especially with boys. Oobleck!

So I read “Bartholomew and the Oobleck” by Dr. Suess to the boys. (Good thing I shipped all the kids books.) Then we made Oobleck. The boys really enjoyed playing with the Oobleck. Oobleck is weird. It pours like a liquid, but will break when you hit it, then it will flow back together again. It’s gross looking, messy, and feels disgusting! They had a blast.

Oobleck:

1 ½ cups corn starch
1 cup water
food coloring ( it is green in the book so I went with green)

Mix everything together. Pour it onto a cookie sheet or into a large plastic container and let the kids have at fun.

*If they spill some don’t worry. Wipe up the worst, then let it dry. It will sweep right up.
**DON'T pour it down the drain! Just don’t! Trust me.
*** Oobleck will keep for several days in the fridge. Fun, fun, and more fun.

Strange Tropical Fruit #1 -Rambutan

First off let me make clear that these are fruit that are strange to me. These are fruit that I had never seen before moving to Indonesia. I mean no disrespect to anyone who finds these fruit normal and thinks strawberries are weird and exotic. (I had one lovely Indonesian woman ask me how to prepare and eat strawberries after she saw me put some in my shopping cart--should have asked her about bitter melon, I'm still clueless)

Rambutan is a hairy fruit about the size of a key lime. Rambut means hair, but the rambutan isn't hairy like a kiwi. Maybe tentacles would be a better description since they alway remind me of a sea anemone. It is usually red or reddish. The skin splits open easily to reveal a white interior with a texture something like a grape with a single large seed.

How does it taste? Well, it tastes like rambutan. What else is it going to taste like? It is sweet and kinda juicy. It has a rather pleasant, mild flavor. I like them, Colin and Grayson love them. They have been picking them up off the ground at the American Club and eating the fruit without washing it first. Eeeew!

I tried buying some at the store, but they weren't ripe. Peaches, melons, strawberries, even figs these I can tell if they are ripe. Rambutan's... not so much. Mom just didn't teach me how to tell if a rabutan is ripe. Haryono bought some at a kaki lima a while back and they were fabulous. Today we stopped on the way to the club and bought some. Again they are so much better than the ones from the store.

The stop at the kaki lima turned out to be the thing that made the whole outing worth while. The gentleman operating the kaki lima turned out to be a hoot once he realized his picture was being taken. Check it out!

David checks out the rambutan. They look nice.


Time to bargain! Whenever you buy something at a kaki lima bargaining is expected. We know we will pay more than if we had Dwi or Haryono buy it for us, but then we would have missed what came next. (Dave doesn't have mumps, he is eating a rambutan.)


Oh are you taking pictures? Go ahead we will keep bargaining.


My friend! Come here and smile for the camera.


Wait, one more before you go! Look tai chi!

Groundhog Day

It's Groundhog Day. Will Punxsutawney Phil see his shadow?  Will the long winter finally be over, or will it continue for six more weeks.  Wait a minute......I live in the topics.  It will be about 92 degrees today. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, but the day before that was 96 degrees.  Guess I don't really care if Phil sees his shadow this year because there is no winter here. Ever.

Those of you who aren't from the states are probably a little confused right now.  Let me explain, February 2nd is Groundhog Day. On this day a groundhog (a big fat rodent thingy) will come out of his burrow to look around.  If Phil (the "official" groundhog weather forecaster) doesn't see his shadow then winter will soon be over and there will be an early spring.  If he sees his shadow then he will be frightened back into his burrow and there will be six more weeks of winter. Seriously!

Apparently this is a big deal.  Groundhog day has been marked on every American calendar I have ever purchased.  It makes the national news every year. Lessons are taught in schools across the nation. There is even a movie Groundhog Day  starring Bill Murray.

I remember learning about it in school (yes I had to learn about a fat weather predicting ground squirrel), but I don't have any idea who came up with this crazy idea.  A quick search of the web cleared this right up.  Various sites blame this legend on German settlers, Indians (native American variety), and a bit of Scottish poetry.  That was enlightening.  Guess we will never know.

Grayson Strikes Again

Today I (almost) finished my very first ever crocheted blanket. I made it for Grayson to replace his beat up baby blanket. I finished stitching and was working on weaving in the loose ends when the phone rang. It was raining hard. David was calling to tell me to send Ibu Dwi and Pak Haryono home. Parts of Jakarta were flooding and he didn't want them to be stuck at work. He is such a great guy!

Grayson was watching Playhouse Disney and playing with his bristle blocks so I stepped around the corner into a different room where I could hear better, leaving the newly finished blanket spread across the floor where I had been working. This is where I made the first mistake. I left a 3 year old in the room with my hand work unsupervised. Of course all the tools I had been using were also in the room. Tools like crochet hooks and SCISSORS.

After I assured Dave I would send them home, I bragged about having finally finished Grayson's blanket. I told him how I was going to have it finished for nap time today. I even told him how I was going to take a picture and blog about how I finally finished the blanket (I have only been working on it since August) Mistake number 2: tempting fate.

I peeked around the corner to check on the kiddo, and there he was scissors in hand sitting on the blanket. He smiled angelically and announced, "I helping Mommy, I helping." At this point my husband was treated to an ear shattering scream, "NOOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!" Grayson had cut off the remaining loose ends that had not been woven in yet and in the process cut several holes in the newly finished blanket.

Maybe an expert could have fixed the holes so they didn't show too much. I, unfortunately am a rank amateur when it comes to crochet so I just made it worse. While I was trying to mend a hole in the middle somewhere a cut thread at the edge gave and the thing began to split in half. Finally I decided the only thing left to do is unwind it and start over. Grayson is watching me unwind his blanket. He keeps petting it and asking "My blanket, mine?" I am not sure who is sadder me or Grayson.

**Dave took the picture after I had undone nearly half of it. It used to be much bigger. SIGH!

Wordless Wednesday-A Walk in the Woods

the insanity continues

I am still working on eliminating weight in preparation of our upcoming move to Germany. This week I decided to go through all the boardgames (including cards, dominoes, puzzles and the like) to see which ones were missing pieces....ummm, like all of them.

We had 5 boxes of games when we arrived in Jakarta. I don't mean 5 individual boxes with one game each, like a monopoly game in it's own box, a scrabble game, a sorry game...I mean we had 5 big moving boxes full of board games, plus I found board games tucked here and there in among the other boxes. In fact we have 4 different versions of scrabble, 2 sorry games, 2 different monopolies, 2 identical twisters and more kids games than I care to think about, especially since we hardly ever seem to play any of the games.

How did we get so many games? Birthday parties, impulse shopping, forgetting I already had a (blank) game... On top of that back when I had a paying job teaching elementary school (SAHM is 24-7 with lots of love, but little money) I bought lots of games for centers and rainy day recess activities, when I quit those all came home with me. Now we have too many games.

So this week I decided to tackle the cabinets in the play room where I keep most (oh... ok...some) of the games. This is a before picture of one of the cabinets. I didn't get an after picture, more on that later. This seemed like a straight forward enough process, if the game is missing pieces and can't be played, throw it away! But wait, I have kids, lots of kids, they carry stuff off everywhere! What if I throw a game away this week and next week when I go through the upstairs closets I find the missing pieces? Then I will have thrown away a perfectly good game. So now I have a pile of games sitting there waiting for me to find the missing pieces. I put this pile in one cabinet and the games that are ready to be played (why do these all have broken taped together boxes...uugh!) in the other cabinet. See I can be organized!!

So far so good but then I decided to actually brush my teeth and comb my hair before nap time. Outrageous, I know. When I came back to the playroom there was my precious little monster sitting happily in a mountainous pile of puzzle pieces and assorted game tokens. It only takes 5 minutes to brush my teeth and hair, probably less. How could he cause that much damage in such a short period of time???? I didn't even get a picture of the organized cabinet.

Sigh..I give up. I am going to go to the grocery store, pray it isn't a durian day (more on that later) and deal with the mess another time. If I am lucky Dwi will have put it up before I get home. Of course she doesn't play any of these games so she will just shove the pieces any old place but it will look clean and tidy, at least until you open a box to play.

How Much Does Your Life Weigh?

That seems like a weird question, unless of course you are moving. Weight becomes even more important if you happen to be making an international move. All of us in the expat community face this issue everytime we relocate. We will be going to our second posting this summer so this has been very much on my mind.

Our alloted weight limit is 7200 pounds, I don't speak metric so if you function in kilos I am sorry. This is actually a pretty generous allowance. I know a family of 8 who is here in Jakarta with a weight limit of about half that, EEEK!

The weight limit for us is the same no matter how many people in the family. So if you are a single guy you can ship 7200 pounds of stuff to post. If you are married without kids you get 7200 pounds. 1 kid, 2 kids, 5 kids? 7200 pounds. To me this seems a little crazy. I have a single brother-in-law I have know for almost 10 years now and I don't think he OWNS 7200 pounds of stuff, not even if you include his truck.

7200 seems like a lot. Especially since our housing comes furnished. Now look around your house. What would you need to make a house not of your choosing, with furniture not to your taste, feel like home for 2 years? What would you need for day to day chores? Think about all the things you need: pots, dishes, glasses, towels, shower curtains, sheets, clothes, shoes, socks, toys, school supplies, sports equipment, musical instruments, cd's, video's, tv, books, artwork, throw rugs...the list seems endless. The weight goes quickly especially if you have kids.

We arrived at post pretty close to our limit and of course we went shopping while we were here. Now we have more weight than we are allowed. I have discovered the cure for being a pack rat! Just put a weight limit on your life. Now every time I go to the bookshelves I look not only for a book to read but books to pass on to others. When I pick up toys I notice which ones are sitting dusty on the shelf, they will be going to other children. I suddenly take great pleasure in throwing stuff away instead of just tossing it in a drawer to deal with later. Later is now!

Internet Woes

Sorry for the long break in blogging. Internet is occasionally unreliable here in Jakarta. We recently changed internet providers when high speed, unlimited internet at a reasonable price became available. This option has proved so popular that just a few months after introducing this service the company has had to upgrade servers to cope with the amount of traffic. For the last week we have had only sporadic brief periods of internet access while this took place. Now all is working again and I think it seems faster than before (or maybe I am just happy to be able to check my e-mail).