Spelling To The Beat Of Her Own Drummer

As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, Elizabeth had qualified to participate in the HUSD Spelling Bee (Click here to view that post).

Today was the big day; we drove her down to the main office in Hemet to compete against 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th graders from every school in the district. There were 38 kids present in all.

Steve and I were very nervous, but Elizabeth? Totally unruffled. She was the picture of composure as we arrived at the compound and found the right building. “I hope they give me ‘inconvenience,'” she remarked cheerfully as we came in and got in line with the rest of the contestants. “That word is so much fun to spell.” We signed her in and they assigned her a seat number and a sample word for the practice round. To her great delight her sample word was ‘brain.’ One of her all-time favorite words. “Braaaaiiiinnnn,” she drawled happily as she went off to find the seat she’d been assigned and Steve and Luke and I went to look for seats over on the spectator side of the room.

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When they began the practice round, there were some problems with getting the first couple of kids to speak up loud enough to be heard. A tech was called in to turn up the sound system before they moved on to the third contestant.

“They’re turning up the microphone,” Steve murmured to me. “Elizabeth….”

“…is going to blow everybody’s hats off,” I nodded in agreement. Last year Elizabeth was in the 3rd grade production of ‘Anza Then And Now,’ and had really cultivated her vocal projection skills. Her ‘mic voice’ is quite impressive, even without the actual mic.

For the practice round each child was asked to come up to the mic, introduce himself, say what grade he’s in, and spell his sample word. It all went smoothly until Elizabeth stepped up. “MY NAME IS ELIZABETH,” she began. You could practically see people bouncing in their seats as the shockwave spread through the room. She wasn’t shouting at all, she just has spectacular projection. “I’M IN FOURTH GRADE.”

“Hello Elizabeth,” smiled the Spellmaster. “You should teach a class on microphone etiquette. Your practice word is ‘brain.'”

“BRAAAAIIIIINNNNN” she intoned in a rather dramatic voice. She just really loves that word. “B-R-A-I-N. BRAAAIIIINNNN.” She returned to her seat.

After the practice round, the Spellmaster asked the contestants if they had any questions before the contest officially began. Several hands went up, including Elizabeth’s. The other kids all had questions about specific rules and details of the Bee.

Elizabeth’s question: “Can I go get a drink of water?”The Spellmaster looked mildly taken aback, but then told her that she could if she absolutely had to, but if she wasn’t back by the time her turn came she would be disqualified. I hastily got up and said I’d go get her a bottle of water from the refreshment table out in the hall. I fetched her the water and sat back down.

For a while my attention was on the other contestants as they stepped forward and spelled their words. The next time I looked at Elizabeth I was horrified to see that she was amusing herself by balancing the bottle of water on her head. There was nothing I could do about this flagrant breach of protocol, so I just squirmed in my seat until the Spellmaster sternly instructed the contestants to please stop doing anything that might distract the other contestants. Elizabeth took the hint and put her bottle on the floor.

Incredibly, one of the words she was asked to spell actually was ‘inconvenience.’ What are the odds of that??

“Just my luck!” she crowed delightedly to all and sundry. “Inconvenience. I-N, C-O-N, V-E-N, I-E-N, C-E. Inconvenience.”

You know that flamingo with the yoyo in the “Carnival Of The Animals” scene from “Fantasia 2000?” That was my kid today. Skipping happily along to the beat of her own drummer.

Sadly, she was eventually tripped up by the word “amateur” and did not qualify to continue on to the County Level.

It’s probably just as well. I don’t think the County and my yoyo-wielding flamingo are quite ready for each other just yet. Maybe next year.

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Weather

Folks love to write about the weather on their blogs. I’ve tried to resist that urge myself, because I’m usually bored silly reading about other people’s weather. Weather is only interesting if it’s *your* weather, I think. 

Be that as it may, today I feel the need to wax rhapsodic about the weather. Because as it happens, I’ve been working on my taxes. 

Not seeing the the connection? Well, for those of you who don’t live in SoCal, let me tell you that 2007 was the most horrifically dry year in recorded history for us. Or maybe you already knew that; all those news clips showing ginormous wildfires raging across seven tinder-dry counties in October probably told a fairly revealing story. 

It was SO dry. Sand dunes and blowing silt dry. End Of Times dry. 

We lease a pasture across town that is, in theory, always green. Up until around last August/September it was always green in practice too. In fact, most of it is a “protected wetland,” which means it can never be developed. Wetland. Marshy. Green. Grass. Fat, happy cows. 

Last fall it finally dried up completely and we had to start buying hay for the cows. Every day. Coincidentally, the years-long drought had driven the cost of hay up to ridiculous heights. It’s up to nearly $15 a bale right now, and let me tell you that adds up in a hurry. We sold off a bunch of cows, waited to see if it would rain, then when it didn’t we sold off a bunch more. We agreed that if the rain hadn’t come by Jan 1, we’d sell off all but a small handful of breeding stock. 

Around the end of November it finally rained, and we all breathed a sigh of cautious relief. It rained and snowed through most of December, and rained and snowed some more in January, including this past weekend and today. We’d be dancing in the streets if we were dancing-in-the-streets sort of people — and if the streets weren’t so floody and muddy right now. Seriously, YAY! All we need now is a stretch of warm, sunny weather and the cows will be up to their knees in new grass. (Meanwhile, of course, we’re still buying hay.) 

A few weeks ago we got a census form from the Dept. of Agriculture. Big long thing, with lots of questions about what we’ve produced, how much the ranch has earned, what our ranch-related expenses were and so on. It has to be filled out and returned no later Feb 4. 

I’m one of those people that always puts off doing my taxes until the last possible second. I hate everything about doing taxes. My brain just isn’t wired for math. It loves words, images, images created with words…it’s fair to say that my brain harbors a genuine passion for written words and all the many beautiful ways they can be combined to stir the soul and fire the imagination. Numbers, not so much. My brain literally seizes up when confronted with numbers in large quantities. So I work on my taxes a bit at a time, and usually get them out just in the nick of time. 

And now I have this census form to fill out, for which I will need to figure out all of the ranch part of our tax information by Feb 4. Yarg. It doesn’t help that despite all my best intentions for getting more organized, we’re still using the time-honored cardboard-box-in-the-computer-room method of storing all our receipts and stuff. 

So, in a prevailing spirit of annoyed resignation I dumped the contents of The Box out and started sifting through them. Sorted them out, started adding up all the different kinds of expenses. In fairly short order it became obvious that the pile of hay receipts was going to be alarmingly tall. And man alive, it sure was. 

I put off adding up that pile until last. Today I finally rolled up my sleeves and tackled it. And it still blew my mind when the final numbers were in. 

We spent a staggering $15,073.27 keeping our livestock fed last year, mostly just between the beginning of September and the end of December. 

And now it’s raining and raining and raining. 

I may go dance in the street after all.

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Dragon Trap

Elizabeth’s room is a strange and alien place, full of mysterious goings-on. I wandered in there today and found this rather unsettling scene unfolding. Seems the Minotaur had escaped his bonds and set a diabolical trap for the local dragons, with chillingly gleeful success.

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I’m kind of rooting for the dragons, but it doesn’t look good….

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Adventures in Spelling

Last week Elizabeth won her fourth grade spelling bee, earning herself a spot in the larger competition against all the other fourth- and fifth-grade classroom winners, and a chance at the big HUSD Spelling Bee down in Hemet.

splngb.jpgToday was the fourth- and fifth-grade competition, and Elizabeth took 2nd place! That means she’ll be going to Hemet to compete against all the 1st and 2nd place winners in her age group from all the other HUSD schools.  She also won a nifty trophy and a $15 gift card for Barnes & Noble.  

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I was proud of how well she did in the spelling bee today, but I was even prouder of the way she spontaneously and very graciously congratulated the 1st place winner as he received his prizes. No one told her she should do that, she just knew it was the graceful thing to do. My heart swells to see what a poised and kind person she’s growing up to be. As far as I’m concerned that’s worth more than a houseful of trophies.  

And in two and a half weeks — we’re off to Hemet for the District spelling bee! It’s pretty exciting. :^)

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Otis Fosmo, 1917 — 2007

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Pictured at age 88

Saturday my grandfather’s family and friends gathered in his home in Phelan to pay their last respects and share their memories and stories of this unique and wonderful man. I learned things about his life that I’d never known myself, and I enjoyed reading the obituary that had been printed in the Daily Press, his local newspaper. I’m posting it here in its entirety (the photos are mine). It’s kind of long, but then my grandfather packed more living into his life than most people do.

Otis W. Fosmo, son of Orin and Sadie Fosmo, was 90 years and 43 days old when he died from a lung tumor, in his bed, as he wished. He was being taken care of by close family members and the exceptional hospice employees through the Visiting Nurses Association. Thanks to all.

Otis chose to leave while he had a clear mind and a strong grip, and was still able to walk.

Otis was born in Burnett County, Webster, Wis. He was the oldest of eight children. He was the son of a successful farmer. When the depression hit the family hard, his father worked with the WPA.

Otis graduated from Milltown High School in 1935. He joined the Civilian Conservation Corps after graduation, as he was too young for the Works Project Administration.

The family left for California in 1936, making it only as far as Denver, CO. While working for Gates Rubber Co., he met his future wife, Helen. They married May 29, 1940. After arriving in California in 1942, Otis left for Alaska to work on the Alaskan Highway as a carpenter. After 18 months he returned to California to join the United States Navy in the submarine service. After his discharge, Otis and his family settled in Woodcrest. Otis was very active in the community, being a charter member of the community club, and a member of the volunteer fire department. He was also a volunteer with the sheriff’s department.

phelanhouse.jpgWhen Otis became a widower in 1966, he moved to the Baldy Mesa Area in Phelan. He built his house and garage, fabricating the trusses for both. He was part of the Carpenter’s Union from 1942 to 1972, working on Inland Empire schools, churches, University of California at Riverside, University of Redlands, Kaiser Hospital, and the surveying of San Jacinto Community College. He also worked on Cajon Pass. His last job before retiring at age 54 was working on the bridges on the south side of Lake Silverwood.

He was fond of saying he “never stopped working, just no longer has a boss.”

In the 40 years he was in the Victor Valley area, he was active in the Phelan Phun Days Parade. Otis enjoyed many years of western dancing. He also enjoyed land sailing on El Mirage dry lake beds.

Otis drove a Meals On Wheels wheelchair van during his late sixties and early seventies, often filling in with extra weeks of driving.

In his middle seventies to middle eighties, he maintained approximately six miles of roadway along both sides of Highway 395 as part of the Adopt-A-Highway Program. Occasionally friends helped.

Even after giving up the highway, Otis continued to care for the earth he loved, becoming well known at recycling centers and the Victor Valley and Hesperia Hazardous Waste centers. Otis often referred to himself as an environmentalist and an advocate for recycling. In his later years, he often said that “the earth has been good to me, so let’s take care of it.”

wlbrw.jpgSet free by retirement, Otis looked for ways to give new “life” to every discarded item he came upon. Many of his creations received the admiration of both family members and friends alike.

Otis expressed a gratefulness for the USA and its ability to recover from the Great Depression; the Civilian Conservation Corps, the Alaskan Highway, the US Navy during wartime and the Carpenters Union allowed Otis to fulfill his ambitions in his life. Social Security and the Carpenters Pension Fund provided a comfortable retirement.

As a father, he often spoke to his sons, Dana and Vaughn, of the joys of traveling, camping and boating.

During his twenty years as a father-in-law to Jaime Lynne, Otis developed a great admiration and appreciation for her. He often said, “You are so pleasant.”

Otis appreciated each day, from the sunrise, coffee, and and waiting to receive his first phone call in the morning, to the beautiful sunset at the end of the day. During moments of enthusiasm for life he would often say, “this is good,” or some variation of those words.

Otis will be greatly missed by all his family members and close friends.

Private services are being held by the family.

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