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I have a Bachelor's in Psychology, a Master's in Human Relations, and a Ph.D. in telling people what to do. I raise children, dogs, cats, and hermit crabs and cultivate crabgrass and pretty weeds. I am teaching myself to cook, not because I love to cook but because I love to eat. I love to travel, read, and take pictures; I also like to write, so you'll get to read a lot about all the aforementioned subjects plus about anything else I happen to feel like sharing with you. I'll take all your questions and may even give some back with answers if you're lucky and I'm feeling helpful (or bored.)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Monticello and Charlottesville

Soldier had to be in Charlottesville for a class this week (which is the whole reason we went on this trip anyway) so the boys and I stayed there for a few days before coming back home.  

Let me just say: I love Charlottesville.  

It's a college town, on the small side, but big enough to have a Chipotle and some decent shopping.   (And isn't that all that really matters?) Anyway, it's quaint and charming and easily walkable/bikeable, with historical sites on the side.  Most of the houses are on the older side; I'm sure there are newer ones somewhere, but we kept fairly close to the middle of town, which is largely old. There are three presidents' homes in the area: Madison, Jefferson, and Monroe.   We only had time to see Jefferson's Monticello.  You aren't allowed to take pictures inside the house itself, and the boys were rushing me through the outside parts, so I don't have any pictures to share.  

There are stables, the kitchen, wine and beer cellars, and various other "dependencies" as Jefferson called them, underneath the house.  It's not really a basement, as it's exposed to the outdoors (it's really on ground level and the house is built above it), but I imagine it would be plenty dark and shadowy at night.  I wish I had taken pictures of the kitchen, because at first glance I couldn't tell that it WAS one.  First of all, it wasn't in the actual house.  If you think about it, I guess this makes sense, because when you're cooking with a wood or coal stove, it gets pretty sooty and smoky, not the kind of thing you want to see and smell inside your house.  I was equally taken aback to see that the only things in the kitchen were shelves for the dishes and cookware, a hearth, and a long, multi-burner brick stove.   It was considered the most advanced and best-equipped kitchen of its time.  Again, upon further consideration, I have to admit that the absence of a sink, oven, and icebox, all of which I would have expected to see, was probably in line with the technology of the period.  Sinks require plumbing, which still hadn't been invented yet, along with ovens.  There was an icehouse, however, on the opposite side of the house, so I still don't know why there was no place to store cold foods in the kitchen if there was ample ice to do so.  

Monticello was a little underwhelming in some respects.  I though it would be a lot bigger than it was.  I suppose back in the 1800's it was considered enormous, but it really isn't that much bigger than the house we're currently in (which, while large, isn't a mansion by any means.) We didn't tour the gardens, which were no doubt impressive, but we didn't have time.  The house was interesting; I wish we could have poked through it more but of course you aren't allowed to touch anything and are required to stay with your group, which means no exploring narrow hallways or nooks and crannies.  I was impressed by all the scientific and mathematical things Jefferson worked on, and the way the family lived back then.  The tour guide was a very round man who liked to think that if he didn't know the answer to something, it wasn't important anyway, which was mildly annoying.  Soldier tried to take him up on the contentious point of the Jefferson/Hemings  issue, but the man simply stated what "their" position was, and wouldn't consider any others.  I personally don't contend the fact that Jefferson fathered her children (she had six, by the way), but I found it ridiculous  that historians have tried to imply that the two of them loved each other and had a consensual relationship.  Anyone with even a shred of knowledge about slave culture at the time, however, would understand the concept of forced consent.  Thomas Jefferson's wife died relatively young. He never remarried, instead bringing his daughter and her family to live with him at Monticello and help run the place.  Sally Hemings' was 3/4 white herself, very light-skinned, good-looking, and was also the half-sister of Jefferson's wife.  Yes, the half-sister of his wife.  Sally's mother was a concubine of Martha Jefferson's father, so it's not a stretch to assume that Sally herself was Jefferson's concubine.  (A concubine is someone who is involved in an ongoing, marraige-like relationship with a man whom she cannot marry, usually because of social status.)   So to recap: Sally was his wife's sister AND his personal property, to do whatever he pleased with.  I really do not think that Sally loved Jefferson or that he loved her, as historians have tried to imply.  When you are literally the property of a master and he controls every aspect of your life, including whether you live or die, you are probably going to go along with whatever he does to you, whether you like it or not.  I think it was more a situation of him being widowed and wanting sex, she was white enough and even his deceased wife's sister, (therefore he was attracted to her, presumably) and thus he chose her to literally be his sex slave.  I think it is also significant that he freed the children he had by her, but did not free her.  Supposedly this is because she first became pregnant while in Paris, and refused to accompany him back to America unless he freed her children.  That is possible, but I think it is more likely that he freed their children because they were HIS, and they were 7/8 white, which at that time meant they were entitled to live as free persons if their masters acquiesed.  I do not think that, as a slave, even a pretty, white-looking one, she would have been in a position to issue an ultimatum like that to her master.  She undoubtedly not only knew he controlled her fate, but was also at least a little intimidated by him - he was, after all, wealthy and incredibly intelligent, not to mention persuasive. So if he freed her children, why not her? Because if she was free, she could leave, and presumably, wouldn't be so readily available for sex at his whim.  Makes perfect sense to me.  But historians like to gloss over the particulars and just say they had a "relationship."  Well, sure.  But it was a slave/master relationship, not necessarily a love affair. 

Since I have no pictures of either Charlottesville or Monticello, here is one I took of the Virginia countryside, right off the highway.   Much of rural Virginia looks like this.  


Sand + water = fun


I still don't understand how I came to grow up in land-locked Oklahoma.  I am indisputably a water baby.  I love the water.  I grew up going to pools and lakes, but the ocean is just so powerful that I am still entranced by it every time I see it.  I even went to sailing camp for three years in a row as a kid, with my best friend.  I remember going to Hawaii with my parents when I was 7 and being amazed at the clarity of the water.  It was like liquid glass, sparkling and completely clear.  That was my first brush with the ocean and I've been drawn to it ever since. 

The beach was fun.  We went to Virginia Beach, which is soft and sandy, like beaches should be.  It was quite uncrowded, being fall and late afternoon, so we had a great spot.  The oldest two had never been, and the baby didn't remember it from a couple of years ago, so it was like a whole new experience for them all.  We did all the "beach" things: play in the ocean, dig in the sand, find shells.  Horseback riders trotted past occasionally, and seagulls darted in and out. We got there kind of late so we only stayed for a couple of hours, but really, that was enough. 


 Just as we were talking about getting ready to leave, Soldier spotted a dolphin not too far from us.  So we stayed and watched awhile longer and it obligingly jumped up several more times, along with a friend.  I tried to get pictures of them but my little camera has no telephoto lens and thus cannot focus 500 feet out over the ocean. We left at sunset and drove through a tunnel that went through the ocean, which would have been a smidge unnerving for anyone afraid of the water.  But we thought it was nifty.


My middle son decided it was necessary to chase a seagull.  At some point, I'm sure, the next time he goes to the beach, he will get pooped on.  


Because all I have is a point-and-shoot camera, I could just barely capture this incredibly cool sailing ship at sunset.  I desperately wish I had a telephoto lens because this would have been going up in a frame if I'd been able to get a closer shot.  

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I'm back

Busch Gardens - check. Monticello - check. St Luke's Church - check. The ocean - check.

 *10 bonus points if you know what state I visited*

 I had less than 24 hours to plan for, pack for, and prepare for said trip. But no way was I going to turn it down when it was offered to me at the last minute. I've wanted to go out there for awhile.

I'm going to break this up into several posts over the next few days because I have pictures to share and it makes each post that much longer.  I promise, I'm not going to share all of them.  Don't run screaming just yet.

So I'll start with Busch Gardens.

 Busch Gardens was purely awesome. They had it all done up for Halloween, complete with costumed characters (think Freddy Krueger, not Mickey Mouse) walking around scaring people. Throughout the park, speakers played eerie Halloween music, and everything was decorated with dark roses  (some of which had eyeballs) and creepy ivy, cobwebs, mummies that truly looked real, spiders, skeletons, ghosts, gory limbs, 3-D monsters, etc.




 We could not have picked at better time to visit than we did. The boys were freaked out from time to time, but I have to say, the overall experience was fantastic. The only ride we really had to wait in line for (for over an hour and a half - argh) was The Curse of DarKastle, which is a Haunted Mansion - type ride, except in 4-D movie format.


 The two older boys hid their eyes the entire time, and we didn't even attempt to take the baby on it (we did child-swap at the loading point) but Soldier and I liked it. Was it worth the hour and a half wait? Well, if, like us, you've never seen it before, then probably. But I wouldn't wait that long to see it again. Because if you know what's coming, it kind of takes away the suspense. It's still a good ride, though; I would probably wait 30 minutes next time, but no more than that.

Brr.

Man. It was summer when I left. I was gone for five days and came back to winter. For the record, I am not a fan of winter. I'm working on a post about our trip; it'll be up shortly.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Addiction

Has anyone else found Pinterest to be as addictive as crack? Because I sure have.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Truth:

Sometimes life just sucks. You can philosophize about it all you want, drag out every theory in the book about why life is fair or not fair or why it should or should not be fair or unfair or whether fairness is even logical or illogical or relative to life in general at all, but the bottom line is, sometimes life just sucks and contemplating why just makes it suck even worse. There's no need to go into particulars about who, what, when, where, or how; it's just been one of those days for too many days in a row and I've lost my patience. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. Or the next day. Or whenever I get out of this mood.

Monday, October 3, 2011

En Francais

This has got to be one of the most intriguing things I've ever seen. It's a little too modern in its decor for me, but the whole conceptualization and realization of it is just amazing. I think it would be perfect for a college student, or more specifically, a succession of college students studying abroad for a semester or two. It's cheap, in the middle of the city, but still functional and aesthetically pleasing, and has light and space. I am inspired.

As a side note, I was pleasantly surprised to find I could understand about 70% of the French, which I haven't spoken for 12 years now. There's on-screen translation for those who aren't francophiles, so don't worry.