Soggy Saturday, and Streaming (YouTube)

It seems we are getting a rain band, from the tropical disturbance that has made its way into MS. We have a tornado watch for the entire state of Alabama, today. I’m enjoying the slow sleepy rain and the cloud cover. If I can’t have Fall right now, at least I can enjoy slightly cooler temps.

Mad as a “Wet Hen”

I was just getting ready, but not quite set up yet to stream to You
Tube, when a girl came walking down the front drive dripping wet, in what was a moderate rain failing at that moment. She looked pretty angry. Probably a wife, or late teen that had just finished an argument with someone, and walked off. Here’s hoping she has a big towel once she calms down.

T-Rex

Grandson, who is nine, spent the night with us and he and I made some fun T-Rex cutouts. He gets a kick out of them, walking around the office watching the illusion of them following him with their head and eyes.

I watched this video on exactly how to fold them.

Live-Steaming Experiment

I’m still trying my hand at live-streaming. I find it hard to just talk to myself, as if I’m talking to others. They say that is what you have to get used to, until you get some followers that happen across your stream and become semi, or regular watchers. It will be a fun experiment. After all, I blogged for about four years or so, until I found all of you on the WordPress community, through the WordPress Reader.

You never know what people are interested in. Myself, I find it entertaining to just drop in on YouTubers, that have someone talking about current events, and they answer questions posed in the chat box. Those can be interesting. I’m not into conspiracy streams, there is enough in life without all that. It takes all walks of life, to do streams. Some are instructional, some are just to keep others company I suppose.

I come across some, that are just gamers that stream the game play as they are playing. Many of them play for hours. There are actually people that frequent the streams, and chat. Maybe they just enjoy the friendship, and interaction. Some like watching aquariums, or squirrels from time to time. My squirrels, have vacated the area. I observed two a couple of days ago on the porch rail, but they never went to the food bowl.

Time to get back to browsing the Internet, listening to the police scanner. Perhaps something will come up here in the park, or within driving distance that I can make material of.

Comments always welcome.

Sunday in the South

The highway out front is quiet. After all, it is a Sunday morning here in the Trailerhood. The man 3 doors down just started his truck. One of the few custom looking vehicles around here that actually has a nice sound. A very low, mellow sound. Nothing like the others with the window rattling noise they seem to enjoy.

The Sun, was a golden yellow this morning, as it rose high enough to be seen through the trees. I took this shot from the office window. Reflection from the blinds, didn’t do it any favors. It finally feels like Fall might be here. However, in these parts you really can’t depend on that.

Windows are open for cool fresh air, the coffee is brewing, Reboot is on the desk in her favorite spot. All is right with the world it seems. Time for me to kick back in the chair, sip some warm beverage, and soak in a glorious morning given to us. I hope your morning is as beautiful as this.
Comments, always welcome.

Stay safe, my friends. Stay well.

When the Repo Man needs saving. (Trailerhood Tales)

Well, it would seem our little park may be waking up. The rougher element may be creeping back into the area. Some people keep their cool better than others, and some excel in showing their rough redneck side. No offense to true rednecks that work hard. In this area of the south, it refers to rednecks that work when they have too, drink as much as possible, and generally don’t need rules to go by.

I feel sorry for those that have trouble finding work, or can’t do any better due to other factors holding them down. Heck, truth be know, I’m probably a few shingles shy of being in a bad spot myself. Some people, maybe because of the stress of what they are dealing with, just seem to forget other people and don’t consider that making noise at 2am might disturb others, that have to work, or may be sick.

I was shaken from my slumber by the dogs barking a few nights ago. Seems someone had broken down in front of our place. Slamming vehicle doors, talking loudly even though they were standing next to one another, and the loud sound of a hood being closed forcefully will do that. Apparently someone leaving the park had vehicle trouble, and had to call someone to assist them. They also really need a muffler as a Christmas present.

Then, the next morning at 4am the same vehicle breaks down on the way “into” the park, you guessed it, right in front of our house. This time they abandon the vehicle and leave talking or arguing loudly.

Yesterday, I hear a call to the county sheriff, regarding a Repo Man trying to repossess a vehicle on the back row. He was being threatened by the current owner of said vehicle. He told the dispatcher he would meet the deputies at the Dollar General just down the street. About 1 minute later, a call goes out, that the repo man can’t meet them at the Dollar General, as he is not being allowed to leave by the person he is dealing with. I started to walk around that way to see if there was any video worth catching, but decided I didn’t need any ventilation added to my body, if things really got worse.

I never did hear how it turned out. Obviously this person wasn’t going to give up his unpaid for vehicle, and had done his own Repo, of the repo man. Have you ever had the great pleasure of witnessing this stuff?

Comments, always welcome.

There is no “System” to the Education System.

This post was prompted by an article in the local news. Virtual classrooms are off to a failed start, due to lack of laptop computers for students K-12.

Money, Greed, and the good ole boy way of doing things. That, has been the downfall of Alabama Education. Football, which perhaps once upon a time could be considered educational for teaching team work. Is the most important part of education in Alabama. It’s a cash cow. Football gets all the money it needs, while students in a pandemic, have to beg for laptops. I’ve watched the educational system here unravel for the last 40+ years.

Where did it all go wrong, Some History

I remember as a child of the 60s, going to a book store downtown. Our parents had to scrape up enough money, to buy our text books for the year. Finally, around two years later, the state provided the text books statewide. No longer did you have to go and purchase them. All the schools had the same text books.

There was organization and curriculum. Schools taught each subject on planned schedules. That way, if you lived in the northern part of the state, in March. Then moved to another part of the state, you would be within a week of the same subject and same book as where you left off. Now, If you make the same move, the new school may be using a completely different book, and far ahead, or behind, in the subject.

To further disorganize, schools are now controlled by county. There are 64 counties in our state. They each do their own thing. Different text books. Lesson plans, ideologies. In years past, there was a meeting called AEA, for two weeks each year schools closed and teachers attended in-service training. This was done statewide, and at the same time each year. Today? Each county schedules its own holiday breaks.

Now, if you move from to another county, you may have just finished what is now called “Spring Break”, and the new county is just starting Spring Break. You miss 4 weeks of school. No wonder they had to institute the crazy no-child-left-behind plan.

The list of reasons for failure is immense. Corruption, falsifying grades to maintain NCLB and testing.

Twenty years ago, our son was in the 8th grade. He was an A-B honor roll student, according to his report cards. Glowing compliments during teacher/parent meetings We almost failed him as parents because we trusted what we were told. Then one night sitting in a Ryan’s Steak Restaurant, the conversation turned to trivia while waiting on our food. We would learn he had no knowledge of the founding of our country, who the first president was, or any of the conflicts we have fought for freedom.

The Gulf of Mexico, is a lake “in Mexico”

We tried a few questions after staring at one another, keeping the conversation like a game to avoid blaming him for not knowing, as it was apparent he just didn’t know these things. When asked where the Gulf of Mexico was, he said it was a lake somewhere in Mexico. He had no idea what coast California was on, the location of either ocean that bordered the coasts of the US. He was never taught about the Declaration of Independence, nor the Constitution. Something in the conversation prompted him to name a bridge in Alabama, famous for the civil rights march (Edmund Pettis Bridge Selma, Alabama). He knew the date of the march, and some names that I don’t remember. I lived that time period!

He knew nothing of the indigenous tribes of Alabama, nor any Alabama Civics. We would even discover he had difficulty telling time on analog clocks. He could however, run circles around you regarding civil rights moments in Alabama. How do you in good conscience, fill out records indicating an A/B average, without knowing if a student knows where the Gulf of Mexico is, or what states border his home state.

We pulled him out of public schools at the end of that year, enrolled him in a home school charter organization, acquired the books and materials, and Michelle taught him at home.

His field trips for education were not to the local Mall, but to reenactments of the first settlers of Alabama and Native Americans. He loved local Museums, The Indian Mound Park in Alabama and the Hall or Presidents at Disney World. Those, were his field trips.

From 9th through the 12th grade he maintained a 3.5 to 4.0 average, when graded under independent testing. He soaked up history, science and math. Instead of music videos and Rap, we would find him watching the Discovery/History channels to learn more of what we were exposing him to. He loved running circles around his siblings, when discussing history and world events.

Michelle did a fantastic job of teaching him, preparing lessons and taking care of all the paperwork involved for 4 years. She managed that while dealing with disability due to a back injury.

It’s hard to find older teachers that care more about the students, than the amount of pay. Some of them are closer to the students age. Most of the dedicated, more mature teachers have been run off by the parents, students and administrations.

Is the education system better, or worse in your area of the world.
Comments always welcomed.