Saturday, December 19, 2015

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas from Chatham!
Yes, it’s true – after just a bit over nine years in Springfield, we packed up and moved 11.6 miles south and east to our new home.
The year had a few other exciting moments too, but mostly they centered around our quest to move and the aftermath of moving.
We started the year off sadly – Lucy, the pet I adopted as a single man, who had patiently adjusted to a wife, two kids and a move, died on what would have been my parents 50th wedding anniversary.
Not long afterward, we decided that if we were ever going to sell our house, we’d need to remodel it. . . so through the winter we decided what would go and what would stay, and then over a two-week period in February and March, we moved out (Thanks for loaning us your place, Dad!) while workers replaced all of the interior doors, replaced the carpet and flooring in the bathroom and laundry room and painted all of the walls and ceilings.    When the weather warmed up a bit, we touched up the exterior paint and put the house on the market.
We can assure you that nothing reminds you of the comforts of home so much as the need to keep that home clean and ready at a moment’s notice to be staged for a realtor and potential buyer.  Indeed, at least twice we had zero notice (once, literally as we were pre-heating a skillet to prepare dinner).
And we also discovered that the only thing more stressful than attempting to sell a home, is the panic of realizing you’re closing the sale of your home in 40 days and haven’t yet found a place to buy.
But in July, it all worked out (with a final burst of confusion . . . NEVER schedule roofers, electricians and movers all on the same day) – and over the course of a week, we packed everything, moved it, unpacked it and settled into our new home. 
We’re still adjusting – but we’ve got great neighbors and the boys are loving their new schools.  Joshua, particularly. (His old school was notable for being the first school in Springfield IL to be built with indoor plumbing, in 1915.   The new building was built in 1995.) 
We’ve managed to do the typical Springfield things – we attended minor league hockey and baseball games this year (although we managed to miss high school football – there’s always next year), and we spent a day at the State Fair.   Although, our State Fair visit was enlivened when newly elected Governor Bruce Rauner arrived unannounced at the Dairy Building just as the boys were finishing their milkshakes.   (For those keeping score, Joshua’s shaken hands with the last two governors now.)
We’ve all been remarkably healthy this year, and the boys are continuing to do what boys do best – eat and grow.
We’re continuing our involvement with Scouting – Joshua’s been proudly serving as a leader in his den this fall (although he’s ready to hand the responsibilities to someone else come January) and John finished his time as a Cub Scout by earning all of the awards available to him and joining one of the Boy Scout Troops in Chatham on December 17.   Patrick’s continuing to volunteer much more than Karen would like, serving as a Pack Committee Member, Assistant Den Leader in Joshua’s Den, and “fill-in” Den Leader for the boys a year younger than Joshua.  At the same time, he’s continuing his work on the District Staff, and just added a role as a Troop Committee Member for John’s new troop.   Karen’s serving as Pack 38’s Chaplain, and spent the fall leading 9 young men through their “God and Family” awards, and 11 first through third graders in their “God and Me” award in one long December day.   She’s also joined the Troop Committee for John’s troop.
As if her Scouting wasn’t enough, Karen has been carefully adjusting her diet and exercise, and has lost 40 pounds since May.   She’s also added more hours in her job with Dennis Foot and Ankle Center, returning to patient care part of the time, while serving as Office Manager the rest of the time.   And still working as an Outpatient Therapist at Lincoln Prairie Behavioral Health Center.   She’s now the longest-serving therapist in her department.
We’re hoping that this note finds you well, and that you’re celebrating the joys of the season.
With much love,

Patrick, Karen, John and Joshua



















John – 5th Grade



















Joshua – 4th Grade







Lucy: 12/1/2001-2/12/2015



Saturday, December 20, 2014

Merry Christmas!



Merry Christmas everyone!   In skimming through the 10 (wow!) previous Christmas letters, I notice a theme . . . any time we get an early start on the letter, our house is visited by illness.  So, out of an abundance of caution, we waited until December 20!

It’s been a difficult year, with the death in June of Patrick’s mother.  She died peacefully, surrounded by her husband and sons.  The last week of June was spent reflecting on her life and legacy.  While we were grateful to see many family and friends, we would have been much happier if they were visiting for a different reason.

Patrick’s work has been stressful, but rewarding – as he continues updating system analysis and participating in the design of new financial software for the Illinois Department of Transportation.  He’s gotten a whole new education in bureaucracy as IDOT purchased specialized software to automate some system analysis tasks, and he’s had to work with the state’s Central Management Services to acquire the software and servers to run it.  He’s spending far more time in meetings than he likes, but progress is being made.  He continues to serve as a Cub Scout leader, and was recognized in the fall with the Scouter’s Training Award for Cub Scouters (represented by a small pin on an existing patch on his uniform)

Karen’s had the most productive year of her career, as well as a year of personal milestones.  In March, she was one of a band of crazies who jumped into the frigid waters of Lake Springfield as part of the Polar Plunge to raise money for the Special Olympics.  They raised $85,000 dollars, but had to deal with the fact that they were restricted by the size of the relatively small area where the 8-inch-thick ice on Lake Springfield had been cut away.  She followed that up in April by becoming a published author – her article “The ‘S’ Method: Eight Effective Components for Treating Depression” which was in the April issue of “Contact” -- The magazine of The Illinois Counseling Association.  This led to spending her summer helping a professor at her Alma Mater, Lincoln Christian University to rewrite the curriculum for one of the graduate-level counseling courses.  She reports that after that experience she has no desire to be a professor.  She wound up her year, by adding another new experience.  She took three weeks of lessons to learn to shoot a bow and arrow, so that she may keep up with her Cub Scouts on an archery range.

Collectively, Karen and I completed a long-held goal in July – we’ve finally visited every winery in the State of Illinois, and purchased a bottle from each.   We’re in the process of consolidating our tasting notes from 110 wineries into book form, before beginning a search for a publisher.

The boys are continuing to thrive.  John is 4th grader, and the highlight of his year so far was the Egg Drop last fall.  His class had a week to build (at home – with parental help) a container to hold a raw egg as it was dropped from the third floor fire escape at his school.   John’s creation had the egg cradled in a nest of rubber bands, suspended from a handmade parachute.  He was thrilled when his egg survived without a scratch.  John’s continuing in Cub Scouts as a first-year WEBELOS.  WEBLOS Cubs are expected to complete 8 activity badges over two years, and John’s set a goal to complete all 20 available badges.  He’s well on his way, with 12 completed as of this weekend.  He’s learning the harsh lesson that Dad won’t sign off on everything, and so is a bit frustrated that he hasn’t completed his WEBELOS Badge yet – he needs one more specific badge, and will complete it with the rest of the boys in his den in January.

Joshua’s continuing his string of excellent teachers, and is finally buckling down and getting caught up with his classmates in math.  (He continues to read a grade-level ahead of them.)  His love of baking continues, and in fact he spent the afternoon baking Christmas Cookies with his mother.  (He’s asked if he can bake bread during his Christmas break.)  Joshua’s also very active in Cub Scouts.  He was the number-one popcorn seller in his Den as a Bear Cub.  (He doesn’t know it, but he was also the 5th highest seller of the 51 boys in the pack.)   Joshua completed the requirements for his Bear Badge earlier this week, meeting his big goal for the year, which was to earn it faster than John did.

We had pretty good year with our very old dog (13 years), Lucy right up until mid-December.  She has been growing ever more tired and feeble.   When the summer got hot, we quit walking her, and never restarted in the fall, due to arthritis and cancerous tumors in her legs.  The particular form of cancer she has can lead to abdominal problems and ulcers (she’s been taking Pepcid AC every day since July 2013), and on December 13 her ulcers flared up and we had to take her to the vet.  New medicine has helped, but her time is growing short.  She’s lived a long and very eventful life for a dog (I was a single man when I bought her).

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas,

Patrick, Karen, John, Joshua and Lucy



     
 
 Lucy -- Age 13 -- December 2014

 Provart Family -- September 2014

 Joshua -- 8 1/2 years, 3rd grade, September 2014


    John -- 9 1/2 years, 4th grade, September 2014 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

The Dirty Dozen

For those who don't know . . . I was a scout as a youth, rising to Eagle Scout just short of my 18th birthday.

I got very lucky as a freshman in college -- I happened to wear a National Scout Jamboree T-shirt to my first day of classes, which led to lunch with a fellow Eagle -- which led to him giving me a ride to a troop meeting that night, and 3 years as an Assistant Scoutmaster while a full time college student.

I dropped out of college after my Junior year and started night school, and spent a year as an Assistant Scoutmaster of Troop 3 in Springfield IL before serving almost exactly 4 years as Scoutmaster of Troop 3.   Then I packed up and moved 70 miles northeast, where I served as Scoutmaster of Troop 18 in Bloomington IL for just short of 6 years before transitioning to Troop 18's Chartered Organization Rep for about a year.

Being a Scoutmaster necessarily entails dealing with a lot of parents, and often when they aren't on their best behavior.   As part of a parent's guide I put together years ago, I listed "The Dirty Dozen Parents" and subtitled it "How not to Become a Campfire Story" -- names and identifying details have been changed . . . and I should point out that of the 12 stories listed here, 6 of the boys ended up earning their Eagle.  (And one of the parents mentioned had multiple Eagles in the house)

So here, the Dirty Dozen, in the spirit of providing an example you should NOT follow:

By the way, I'm NOT the scoutmaster listed in number 4, although I am the scoutmaster in all of the other stories.


The Dirty Dozen
Or
“How to Become a Campfire Story”

Over the years, as hundreds of young men have come through the troop, a number of parents have stood out from the crowd for the negative experience they caused in dealing with the troop.  Here’s a quick primer in ways YOU can become one of the “Dirty Dozen.”
1.      1.   Be a “Helicopter Parent” – hovering over your scout every moment of every event, to protect him from ANY responsibility for his own progress or safety.  Story: While preparing to depart for a camp out, a scout’s mother angrily informed the scoutmaster that “My son says on the last trip, he didn't wear his seat belt in the car.  What are YOU going to do about it?”
2.   2.  Assume that BSA Safety Rules don’t apply to you.  Story: as the troop prepared for a whitewater trip, a parent announced that he wouldn't allow his son to go in a canoe without him.  Problem – dad was neither willing nor able to pass the BSA Swimmer test, which means he’s not allowed to be in a canoe at all.  His response: “The rules don’t apply to me because I’m not a boy.”  The resolution: neither father nor son went on the trip.
3.      3.   Blame the Troop/BSA/Scoutmaster or someone else for your failure to update your records.  Story: When the troop calendar was originally published in August, the time for the FEBRUARY outing was incorrect.  The time was corrected when the error was noticed in November.  The correction was announced at a troop Court of Honor in November, mentioned at four Troop Committee Meetings, announced every week for three months in meetings, and sent home on a permission slip the parents signed.  ONE scout and his father came in mid-February at the original time from the August calendar.   The father very loudly blamed the Scoutmaster for changing the time, despite the fact that 35 other families had gotten correct information.
4.      4.   Assume that BSA Advancement Requirements can be bent in order to benefit your scout.  Story: A young man about to get his driver’s license was quickly losing interest in Scouting.  He finished his Eagle project which included building and painting two outhouses at a local youth campground.  When filling out his Eagle Scout Application, it was discovered that he was short ONE merit badge, so his Assistant Scoutmaster dad signed off on Painting Merit Badge (“my son PAINTED those buildings”).  Because the merit badge card had been signed, and reported to Council before the problem was found, the boy was awarded Painting MB, but the Scoutmaster refused to allow him to count it toward his Eagle.  He ended up earning one extra merit badge.
5.       5.  Wrap up your own self-worth in your Scout’s achievements.  Story: A group of gifted young men joined the troop all at the same time. One of them was the son of his WEBELOS Leader, who became a Troop Committee Member.  The son was a good scout, but others were better, and the son was not elected to the Order of the Arrow on the first ballot for which he was eligible.  Two of his peers were.  When the OA Calling-out Ceremony concluded and the boy had not been called out, the father threw his hat on the ground and began loudly cursing about how unfair it was that his son hadn't been elected.  Resolution: the District Executive asked the father to control his temper or leave; and soon after, the father and son both quit scouting.
6.       6.  Assume that your scout can do no wrong, and that his misbehavior is justifiable and excused.  Story: a Scout had some truly terrible things happen to him in his younger days, and was now living with his Grandmother.  Grandmother assured him that whatever he wanted or felt at that moment was correct; any behavior of his was justified because of the bad things that had happened.  He often argued and fought with other scouts who had to deal with him.  Final straw – when planning a menu he bullied the rest of his patrol into pancakes, when they wanted something requiring less work.  On that camp out, when he realized how much work the clean-up crew would have to do, he demanded that the patrol switch to instant oatmeal. (There was enough for each patrol member to have one envelope of oatmeal each day)  When the Assistant Patrol Leader objected, this scout punched him in the face.  Grandmother was so unhappy that she had been asked to come pick up her Scout from the camp out that she wrote letters to the Chartering Organization and the Council Office complaining of unfair treatment.  The boy moved to another troop and lasted less than a year before being asked to leave due to fighting.
7.      7.   Make substitutions in assignments sent home with your scout – especially assignments for scouts in a position of responsibility.   Story – the instructions for a camp out in early March included “every meal should include a hot main dish.”   During Friday night, while the troop slept, temperatures plummeted and snow fell.  Saturday morning, the troop woke to a half inch of snow and 15 degree temperatures.  Three of the four patrols in the troop built fires and got hot food.  The fourth patrol, despite having bacon and eggs on their menu, didn’t light a fire or cook their food.  When the SPL checked on them, he found that the Patrol Leader’s mother had decided the menu was “too much work” and had replaced everything on it.  The patrol had cold cereal for breakfast, pb&J for lunch and hot dogs for dinner, with no buns (“so they could have a weenie roast” said mom.)  Short term result – a group of scouts so miserable that the troop pulled out after lunch on Saturday to come home early.   Long term result – instead of completing the cooking requirement for First Class Scout, no one in that patrol did.  Their advancement to First Class was delayed two months until they could meet the requirement. 
8.       8.  Assume that the troop’s rules don’t apply to your scout.  Story: In the late 90’s when cell phones were still fairly rare and expensive, a troop had a rule (really intended for video games and music players) that electronic devices could only be used in the cars on the way to or from a camp out and that the troop was not responsible for the devices.  (The actual wording in a parent’s guide was “Don’t send any electronic device you’re not willing to have broken or lost.”)  New scout, away from home for the first time, had mom’s brand new flip-phone with him, hidden in his gear.  Saturday afternoon, he used the phone to call mom and tell her he was having a great time, put the phone in his pocket and promptly fell into the creek beside the campsite.  In the process of getting out of the creek, the phone, which was probably already wet, fell out of his pocket.  When it was found in the muddy water 10-15 minutes later, it was thoroughly ruined.  Mom was very upset with the troop, and tried to get the troop and church to replace her phone.
9.       9.  Ignore troop financial rules and policies.  Story: Scout mom had checks for scout popcorn made out to her instead of the troop.  She wrote a single check to the troop for all of her son’s popcorn sales.  The first time the troop attempted to cash the check it was returned for insufficient funds.  She was called by the Committee Chair and promised that it could be cashed at the end of the week.  The second time the troop attempted to cash the check, the account had been closed.  The mom refused to answer the phone or door, until a registered letter was sent giving her 30 days to make good her debt (which was the majority of the troop’s profit) or the Chartering Organization would file a criminal complaint.  She eventually paid the troop back, and had never intended to take the money – she just thought it would be more convenient to have the checks made to her so she wouldn't lose them. 
1   10.  Be overly attentive to your scout’s perceived problems.  Story:  First year camper had a few rough patches in his week at camp.  Thursday morning, he’d cut his finger badly enough to require stitches.  Friday morning, he was told he couldn't participate in an aquatic event because stitches and lake water don’t mix.  In tears, he used the camp payphone to call home and ask mom to come get him – which she did.  She did not, however, sign him out or inform anyone except his 11 year old tent mate that he was leaving.  When the scout was not present at lunch and the scout’s mom couldn't be reached on the phone, the Camp Director insisted on following policy and called for a lost camper drill.  The other 75 or so scouts in camp that week lost more than an hour of their Friday afternoon activities while camp was searched until the mom returned the phone call and confirmed she had her son.
111.   Fail to keep outcomes in perspective.  Story: On a rainy camp out, a young scout was warned three times not to leave a skillet of bacon grease unattended on the camp stove while he moved bacon to another pan to stay warm while he cooked.  After the third warning, the unattended grease caught fire in a crowded dining fly.  The assistant cook using the other burner was slightly burned, and an adult leader had to toss the burning pan out into the rain.  The inattentive cook was chewed out by the Scoutmaster.  At the next committee meeting, his mom complained about the chewing-out.  Another leader who had been present said: “You DO realize he nearly set another scout on fire, right?  We would have had a real problem if our adults had been even a little slower.”  The upset mother said “That’s not important – the scoutmaster could have done real psychological damage to my son.”  The mother of the boy who was burned disagreed.
112.   Assume that any scout who advances faster than your scout must be cheating somehow.  Story: A truly exceptional young man completed his Eagle Scout requirements about 60 days before he turned 13.  The mother of another scout in the troop accused the troop of “cheating” because both of the young Eagle’s parents were involved in troop leadership and had counseled him for Merit Badges.  The accuser said “He’s only an Eagle so young because his parents GAVE him those badges.”  At the direction of the Troop Committee Chair, the Scoutmaster produced a list of all of the merit badges taught by the young Eagle’s parents and who had earned them.  Turned out the accuser’s son had earned three more merit badges from the Eagle’s parents than the Eagle had.  One of the three was a topic the Eagle wasn't interested in, and the other two were still in progress because the Eagle hadn't finished the requirements to his parents’ standards, and the accuser’s son had.




Friday, October 31, 2014

Re-purposing

When I started this blog in May 2011, it was never intended to remain a diet/weight loss blog. . .and indeed the scarcity of posts since 2012 have shown the wisdom of not naming it something like "How to lose weight" or "Changing your diet"

For some time, my interests have returned to Scouting (specifically Cub Scouting) with my sons, and nowadays, I'm beginning the plan to move them to a Boy Scout troop (in as little as 13-15 months - wow!  Where did the time go?)

So, today I'm re-launching my blog, to deal with more scouting issues.

Thanks for your patience!

Patrick

Monday, July 8, 2013

Long weekends are NOT the dieter's friend

I took Friday off from work, giving me a four-day-weekend, and we did the usual 4th of July things.  (Including a visit from my brother-in-law.)

Karen and I had been making excellent progress down the scale . . . we "got serious" again on June 15, and had each lost significant weight.   My peak weight loss for this time around was 8 pounds on the morning of July 4.   Half of my weight loss since June 15, evaporated in a lovely weekend of fried-chicken, birthday cake (my nephews turned 1 and 4 over the last week, and we celebrated on Saturday) and a couple of big meals as we hosted my brother-in-law.   So . . . digging in again, at 232.  We'll see what a week of being back on the "normal" Phase II diet does for my weight.

Hopefully your long weekend didn't do such damage to your waistline. . . .

Sunday, June 30, 2013

The Perils of Cheating

Today is supposed to be the day where I crow about the joys of finishing week 2 of Phase I, and share our wonderful results.

In reality .  . . we "cheated" last weekend, with family and an upscale burger place.

I'm also guilty of partaking of a snack day at work on Thursday ("mmm, doughnut" -- H. Simpson) and Friday was the last day of the Fiscal year.  That mean's the accounting software guy (that's me) gave in to a bit of stress eating mid-morning.

So......at the end of week two, we're exactly back where we were at the end of week 1.   I'm down 8 pounds and Karen is down 6 pounds.

We're not behaving particularly well today either -- we re-introduced carbohydrates at breakfast (pancakes with blueberries and bananas) and we're attending a pot-luck today at church.

We're promising to behave tonight -- we have a beautiful eggplant that's going to become dinner.  But we're going to be strict at least the first half of the week.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

First Week's Results

This morning marks Day 8 on the South Beach Diet "Phase I"  -- I put that in quotes because we're hosting company today, and don't feel it's fair to make them follow our very strict diet.

So, after 7 days of being totally carb-free, we're unbending a bit.  I got "extra" wild this morning and wrapped a one-egg omelet and a strip of turkey bacon with a single flour tortilla.   Lunch will be wraps for Karen and I and sandwiches for everyone else.  (We have tomato-basil tortillas for that purpose -- a single tortilla has about 1/3 the carbs of the deli rolls every one else will use, and we don't think anyone else will complain about 98% fat-free meats).

Dinner will be a bit more problematic -- the boys have chosen Pizza Hut . . . I'm pretty sure that there aren't any low-carb options there -- other than just a salad, and I'm not willing to limit myself to just salad at Pizza Hut.   Dessert, I'm told, will be the local frozen yogurt shop . . . if the boys behave.

Even with the "transgressions" we're about to commit, I'm pleased with progress.  After week 1, my lovely wife Karen is down 6 pounds, and I've lost 8.