Friday, June 26, 2020

Etiquette is What We Teach Children

There is a short list of things we instill in children.  Number one and most important is that we love them.  We answer their cries.  We comfort.  We sing them love songs even if some of them are about cradles with babies in them falling from trees.  We reiterate that "we love them forever, we love them for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

Second, we provide routine.  We get up in the morning.  Potty time.  Wash hands.  We brush teeth.  We get dressed.  We eat breakfast.  We go to school.  We eat lunch. We come home.  We play.  We eat dinner.  We read stories.  We brush teeth.  We go to bed when it is night time.  This may sound like raising soldiers for battle.  Though, have you ever seen a kid outside their routine?  The routine is comfort.  I could have included the subject of routine in the first paragraph about providing love.

How do I make sure my little girl's day will proceed with a minimum of stress?  We write a list together of what we will do today.  Yes, this works great for on-line pre-K school,  It also works for weekends.  We are off the habit for Summer.  But, if things are getting out of control, a list at the beginning of the day brings calm and comfort even in July.  She wants to plan her day.

I believe in education.  We read 10,000 books before kindergarten.  The girl graduated from four years of baby Suzuki before she was four-- born in July, academic calendar.  Classwork may never be an issue with her.  I don't know if reading the books even made a difference.  She was a very aware baby.  Now, she colors, writes stories and makes things out of paper and tape that are amazing.  That doesn't come from anything I taught her.  She may go a completely different path from me.  But, a focus on education is a given from any good parent who wants possibilities for their child.

There is still one thing left that I want to highlight explicitly that we focus on just about all the time, and it started when she was first walking.  As far as her future goes, it might be the key thing.  As far as starting kindergarten goes, it is the key thing per her teacher.  The main thing a young child learns is etiquette and emotional control, knowing how to get along with others.

We start the day with "good morning".  It is so nice to hear a pleasant greeting first thing, now that the greetings happen when I am ready to wake up.  (She looks at the clock.)  I was so happy to sing to her when she woke up as a baby.  The reverse is holding true also.

We try to model.  If we yell, we expect the child to yell.  Let's write a thank you note together instead.

We try to teach empathy.  Please don't swing the cat by the tail.  How would you like being swung by the tail?  Let's count to ten and think about that.

We teach table manners.  Girls who get dessert eat with their silverware, not their hands.

You understand that nag, nag, nag is not effective, so there is the strategy of diversion.
Let's go outside!
Let's play piano!
Let's clean up before Mommy gets home so we don't have to do that later!

Positive reinforcement, of course, is more effective than the reverse.  I'd rather talk about when she is behaving well than when she is displaying poor etiquette.   There is a thank you for every please.  There are thank yous for when she asks to help.  There is a thank you for when I observe she is distancing or behaving well or playing nicely.  There is a thank you for when she gives a compliment.

There are more thank yous than pleases.

But, there are pleases:
  • Please clean up the mess you made.  Please pick up your toys and put them away.
  • Please use your indoor voice.  Even though we are outside, the neighbor is on the phone, so please use your indoor voice.
  • Please don't nudge in front of me if you plan to walk slowly down the stairs, so you can say, "I win!"  That is actually very rude and you could trip me.
  • Please wash your hands.  Please fasten your seat belt.  Please be nice to the dog.
  • If you say you want something to eat, please eat it.  (You didn't?  We'll save this for next time.)
  • Please "social distance" and stay one moose away from other people.
  • Please don't talk when the teacher is talking.  Please don't interrupt our conversation.
  • Please stop crying.  We can't go back to your class if you are screaming.
Et cetera.

From these pleas, she might initially get upset or might do as asked. We don't form habits immediately.  She is, however,  very good at saying the word "please".

We are told her behavior allows her into kindergarten.  Does she have a lot to learn?  Of course, even if she is precocious at times.

The old man in me wants to rant and rave about young people who never learned manners.  What's wrong with the world today?  Instead, I see pre-K kids who are beautifully behaved and wonder why my generation never learned certain important conventions.  Certainly, there are times when I should be less confrontational and more aware.  If a child can learn how to be thoughtful, that has to be about the most important thing.

And today, as I went through the last 15 years of what I've piled into the garage, the little girl swept and swept, because she wanted to.  I think she is very thoughtful to ask to do that.

As we talk about routines and manners and writing things down, regimentation is the opposite of my goal.  Learning how to function effectively and politely gives my child opportunities.  I want my girl as an adult to have the demeanor that will allow her to do what she wants, whatever that is.

My girl is unique.  With etiquette and emotional control, knowing how to get along with others, she can let that show!


Tuesday, June 23, 2020

My Go-To Coping Mechanism

One way to cope:  Have you ever stood in a line when you weren't sure what the line was for?

I was in Chicago for work in October, 1987.  I head downtown because there is a Tom Waits show that night.  I get my ticket, which turns out to be in the second row.  Wow!  Someone from the media isn't showing up.   But, now I have time to kill.  I walk a few blocks and find a line for a movie I haven't seen.  It turns out to be the first run of Fatal Attraction.   The crowd was more into the movie than any show I have been to, short of Rocky Horror Picture Show. I take that back.  The reaction to Fatal Attraction, screams and all, right at Halloween, is sincere. This isn't contrived.  This movie is getting to people.  I go to see Tom Waits.  It's a cool show, too.  Midway in the performance, Tom opens a refrigerator which has been on the stage the entire set.  He takes out and drinks a beer, the only item in the fridge.  Classic.

In May, 1989, I wander back into the Chicago air and find another long line.  I get into it.  What's going on?  Mayor Bill Daley waves at the crowd as he approaches a theater in a limo.  He taunts those of us waiting in line.  "I'm getting in.  You're not!"  By the time I reach the front of the line, I actually have a ticket.  Evidently, tickets were free, though admission to Letterman is not guaranteed.  I have a view of the doors as they close, leaving me in the overflow outside.  I wander off for a sandwich.  I return to the back side of the theater.  Larry "Bud" Melman" is by a stage entrance saying hello to everyone while people (and animals) who had been onstage reenact  "stupid pet tricks" that worked, or didn't.   Would being inside the theater have been any better?*

I always kept myself entertained when I visited Chicago for work.  Sometimes, it was merely by finding a line to stand in when I was out of town on business with nothing more to do.

What I have written is the attention-seeking introduction.  The advice per the above is that you could do worse than to wait in a line long and see what happens.  You can certainly fill time that way.  Depending on your interests, you could easily find that time to be wasted and meaningless, but likely not.  Dale Carnegie advised to keep busy.

A senior VP at my company advised us all to take whatever role was assigned, then eventually we will be put in charge, because he said, "That's what I did."  Don't think.  Wait in line.

My advice is different, though.

The coping mechanism I fall back on is to write.  That is how I coped when Grandma Focht died  during Thanksgiving break of college.

When my father's wife and step-daughter were murdered by the son-in-law leaving behind four young children, I did lots of writing that month.

When I left my engineering career a year later, I even joined a Writer's Group.

What with political upheaval, a novel coronavirus, police racism and brutality, and the burned down buildings blocks away,  there is plenty to write about now.  There is plenty to think about, plenty to process.

When I write, somehow a dose of raw emotion leaves and this bullet of irrationality is replaced by a dose of unemotional thought.  What I write I have to believe.  What I believe, I have to support with evidence.  What I can't support with evidence just needs to leave my mind.  I think Kurt Vonnegut might have written Slaughterhouse-Five for similar reasons Though Vonnegut wrote mostly fiction, personal experiences were at the heart of it.  What's left over in my mind might be mundane.  At least, it is supportable truth.

Babies cry.  Adults rant and rave.  But, somehow when I write, I can tell when I am crying or ranting or raving and then I need to re-edit to a reality that I can justify to myself is honest truth.

That is my advice for those hoping to always be regarded as sane.  That is my go-to coping mechanism.
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* I actually had tickets a Letterman show mailed to me in Iowa during the month I moved to Woodbury in April, 1988.  I ended up Fed Ex'ing those tickets to my step-sister in Brooklyn Hts. since I had no time to arrange the travel due to the delay of the mail.  I never saw Letterman, though it was almost twice.  Nonetheless, what I did see live in New York, a 1990 SNL episode is hard to top.




Thursday, June 18, 2020

My Chinese Phone

The reviews keep saying that Motorola unlocked phones are cheap and good.  They will work for travel, even in China.  They  go on sale.  I  buy one.  But then there were battery issues so I buy another one.

In 2020, Zoom comes along and I am online more and there are memory issues.  Also, there is that annoying message everytime I turn on my car.  (My phone contacts are not synced due to not having Android 9. Nag.  Nag.  Nag.  I actually upload Android 9, but then a month later, functionality goes away due to low memory.)   So, I need the next phone.

I keep waiting for the next $200 Motorola cell phone.  It isn't showing up at Costco like it would every year prior.  Then, it was announced. Unwarranted versions would show up on Amazon.  This won't do.  2020, the year, is behaving differently.  Maybe, I want a different phone.

Am I even happy with Motorola phones?  How much memory?  What's the functionality?   Can I count on it to last 1 1/2 years like the last one?

I try an LG with 128 GB and 6GB RAM.  LG is a Korean company.  A safe choice. Amazon is scared off by looters and wouldn't deliver the phone.  I give up.

Okay, NOW the new Motorolas are available for $100 off from Google Fi.  Too late.  I've moved on.

The reviews are directing me everywhere else.  But, do I want another PC CP?  No! Sell me the most non-PC cell phone you have.  I'll take my chances.

I order a Xiaomi with NFC. Xiaomi is the number 4 brand for sales, mostly to the Chinese consumer.  My phone is not the flagship model and is about $100 more than what I've been paying, but it seems to be much more capable than Motorola G8s.   It is the global version of a Chinese consumer market phone that fully implements Google Android features.   That will do.  If I have to learn Chinese to get a good cell phone, I'll take on the challenge.

I get a pop up notification.

Google highlights an AARP article recommending cell phones for the senior market.  Sorry, Google.  Today, the purchasing decision will be based on what college age me would select.

The phone shows up with a 220 V plug in.  Since it is the "global model", it also has a cheap 110 V adapter.  Now I feel like I have rejoined the world.  I am traveling while staying at home.  Also, if I make it to China with this phone, it will work fine, just as the Motorolas did.

The reviews tell me that I have to register with Xiaomi to get the phone to work.  This doesn't feel any different than giving my data to Google or Samsung. Doesn't China already have my data?  I register.  

I keep getting this notification that my SIM card isn't registered.  The internet tells me this is no big deal.  So, I follow simple instructions and disable the notification.

I sign up for Google Pay and check out the NFC at the Costco Business Center.  Cool.  Contactless payment works.

A week later, Android 10 pops up.  My old phone couldn't handle 9, this phone does 10!  I install.  

Now, I have turned into a frog.  My voice is pixelated when my cell number is used on Google Fi.  Google Voice still works.

I figure out that Google Fi might not work as well with my new phone as it prefers CDMA and my phone does GSM.  I play with settings such that WiFi is used when possible.  

A day later, my wife finds some codes to copy into the dialer and I am no longer Kermit.  Google Fi works even if it is not optimum for GSM.

My Chinese phone gets along with my car, has memory to spare and I have that feature that the rest of the world has had for years-- contactless payment.  It will work when I travel.  It might last me more than 1 1/2 years.

Though the marketing does not highlight the fact, Motorola is a Chinese company that designs products for America.  Marketing is the polite word for "talking down to".

We could talk Chinese politics sometime.  I actually have a lot of thoughts.  For example, my father-in-law needs to sell his soybeans.

For now though, I am living my politics in my purchase of a phone.  Come on now, aren't Apple Phones made in China?

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

An Evolving Etiquette

We have experienced a great deal of stability.  I think Costco was planning their sales a year in advance.  Surprises in our daily life have been few over the past ten years.  Of course, there is politics.  Gay marriage and how to deal with bathrooms for the non-binary caused some upheaval.  You might have noticed the line of single stall restrooms at your local HyVee.  But, aside from some redefinition of what terms are considered politically correct and floor plans of some bathrooms, our general societal rules of behavior have left Miss Manners with an easy job.

That has changed.  With COVID-19, there is adaptation.  When we have to change, that generally makes us unhappy.  The percentage of very happy Americans is the lowest in fifty years.  Loneliness and uncertainty were tagged as reasons, but beyond that, we really don't know for the moment how to behave.

Last week, I rented a cabin near Lutsen which advertised its COVID-19 precautions and the precautions of its restaurant.  It had switched to take-out and outdoor picnic table seating.  A certificate said that employees had gone through COVID-19 training. Employees were wearing masks.  Patrons were urged to distance by one moose and wear masks.

On Wednesday though, the rules changed and they were now seating at 50% capacity within the restaurant.  The picnic tables were empty due to the cold wind off the lake.  People on one side of the restaurant were as before, waiting for take out.  People on the other side were eating, which would be hard to do with a mask on.  People were generally well behaved and trying to follow rules.  But, what rules had changed over the last 24 hours?  How were people supposed to know what to do?  Where do I safely wait?

My resort restaurant had turned into the kitchen of a nudist colony!

Today, we met a friend in our backyard who will probably paint our house soon.  We distanced.  We wore masks.  But, it was done haphazardly because of lack of muscle memory and engrained routines in our heads.

Later, a service worker came to clear the drain.  He wore a half face respirator, a safe choice of equipment even for a hospital employee.  Our feeling was that he was not going to give us disease or get it from us.  We didn't wear masks.  We didn't think about it as we sat in our house next to his path.  But we should have.  Afterward, he went outside and called so we could settle the bill.  He knew what to do.  We didn't.  Our etiquette was poor.  Again, it is a new situation and we need more practice to be polite.

It is unsettling to not know what to do.  There are guidelines and we follow them.  But, it is unsettling to get it wrong, not just because of risks.  We don't like to be rude.

I am a member of the 14% of Americans who would rate myself as very happy.  But, I can certainly understand why a high number of people are unhappy.  It isn't just loneliness and uncertainty.  It is more than political issues such as our reaction to police brutality or our feelings about the president.  We genuinely do not know right now how we are supposed to behave.

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Pursuing The Mighty Moose

The elusive moose in the zoo
I notice one.  There were actually two.

Up around the Gunflint Trail
The Queen of the Forest?  No.  We fail.

A red fox, butterflies, a swan, a toad.
Still no moose along the road.



Last time, we walked the Moose View trail
All is quiet.  We still fail.

The day is moose-y. We are moose-ho.
On top of Birch Lake, we spot a rainbow.

A man with a camera as we go to Iron Lake
Is it animal pictures he's trying to take?

Another car pulls off to the side.  
Then heads off again.  At least he tried.

In the fog, by a log, in a bog, she blends in
We know how to do this.  Let's try it again!

All Photo credits: Monica

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Stan Whitehead's Binders

Rose's Pre-K Project Binder
Stan Whitehead was a writing teacher and author from the Bay Area whom I met in 2000.  There was an ad for a Writing Class at the El Cerrito Senior Center.  I didn't connect the dots that the writers should be seniors.  (I was 39.)  Stan might have been my first writing teacher since Cowles elementary.  Growing up, I focused on math, hard science and reading.  In college, there was just one writing class and it didn't leave an impression.

Stan left lots of impressions.  There is poetry.  There is prose.  I tried both.  There is showing.  There is telling.  I tried to show more.  There is what you write for yourself.  There is what you are willing to share.    Stan set up reading performances. There is perfectly accurate boring writing.   There are more interesting stories where details might be made up.  Also, there is Langston Hughes.  

Stan's favorite word about my writing was "didactic".  (This would bother me more, except my favorite writer, Isaac Asimov, is as didactic as they come.)  Nonetheless, the seniors were not seeking life instruction.  Stan had a son my age.  Dealing with my generation was difficult.

Stan also offered certain prescriptive, scholarly advice.  Go to Costco and buy plastic paper protectors and binders.  Put what you write in these binders.  Stan said he filled at least two binders per year and had shelves of them.

Rose finished pre-K.  What to do with her art work and stories and projects?  We filled up two binders using page protectors left over from the Richmond, CA Costco.

Rose thrives with routine.  School days, even with online classes, flow nicer than weekends.  What are we doing now?  Each of us is writing.  Rose is also drawing.  She can continue to fill up binders as I blog and that would provide structure to our Summer days.

I own an inscribed copy of  "Class Dismissed & Other Poems," by Stanley C. Whitehead that he sold me in 2002 at a public performance.   (He wrote other books, as well.)  Stan died of cancer in 2006, the year after I left the Bay Area.

Some day, I will have a book. Thanks for the help, Stan.  You were my best and only memorable writing teacher.

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

The Birds are Chirping


There was rioting, looting and destruction of property a few blocks away from me.  Night after night, helicopters have droned.  Across the street starting before waking hours is a construction zone adding to the din. If I went to sleep dreaming I am in a war zone, I wake up with the same dream.  Amazon, in real life, returned to sender a package that was addressed to me.  My address was "undeliverable!" given that the pick up location was boarded up the night before.   This is piled on top of the coronavirus pandemic.  This is in addition to the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, six miles away, which has led to worldwide protest.  What next?  It is easy to catastrophize.

The current situation brings me back to my past.  In 1999, a murder involving my relatives was the headline of the Des Moines Register for most of a week.  My father's wife of 25 years was murdered along with her daughter by the husband.  This was an "ordinary" case of domestic violence-- a double murder suicide creating four orphans.  My father was never able to adapt to this loss. My life was altered as the murders helped me focus on what is important.

Police brutality, racial tension, gun violence and domestic violence are all major problems we struggle with in this country.  Without minimizing the importance of firing bigoted police officers, there is much we could be marching about.  My neighbors tell me of issues we have globally- Democratic Republic of the Congo Wars and War Rape (audio, 30 minutes. my interview).  Many of us don't face these issues as children.  It was quite a shock to me to be involved intimately in the aftermath of a murder for a month of my life.  The Floyd family will be asked about their situation for the rest of their lives.

Coronavirus distancing and financial impact plus being in an area of active riots is enough to set most of us off of our day planner schedule.

Then, I walk outside and see everyone working together.  Everyone smiling.  Birds are chirping this warm summer morning.  A young white (albino) squirrel climbs the front yard tree.  Many stores are back in business.  My city and many of its residents will be stronger for this event.

Maybe our lives are altered forever.  The George Floyd family is altered.

As individuals, the changes we choose to make may enrich our lives, assuming we have the resilience to deal with the trauma.

The path I set on in 1999 led me to this beautiful day where my daughter graduates from pre-K tomorrow.

Sometimes, trauma can focus us.