Pam Webb

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Bard Bits: Hamletized


Summer events that create a more memorable season start with graduation ceremonies. Toss in at least one wedding or a wedding reception along with a church picnic, add in the county fair, include a bit of company to round it all out.

While those events add some pizazz to the summer months, I do count on Shakespeare in the Park. The one day performance arrives in the middle of August and I stop, drop whatever I’ve planned, and position my camp chair on the lawn at the designated park venue and for two hours I revel in Shakespeare.

This year The Montana Shakespeare in the Parks presented their two hour adaptation of Hamlet. Their version focused on what seemed to be Edwardian costume style adding a reserved aspect which offset the emphasis on pulling in the comedic components of the play. I never considered Hamlet a comedy; then again some of lines are quite witty when said with panache.

All the world’s a stage or at least a park is for a summer evening

I didn’t become aware of Hamlet until I began teaching high school English. In fact, I wasn’t aware of Shakespeare until I began teaching his plays. That’s right. Somehow twelve years of public schooling and six years of college and no Shakespeare classes. Shocking, I know.

Once I discovered the tragic Dane there was no turning back. Not only did I teach Hamlet, I set out to watch every version available (still trying to find Jude Law’s Broadway version). One year I flew back to Washington DC to join 29 other teachers for a week of Hamlet Academy at the Folger Library. I then went on to write a choose-your-own path Hamlet, and created the play as a contemporary murder mystery.

Yes, I have become Hamletized and I am okay with that.

Which Shakespeare play has grabbed your attention to the point of almost unreasonable fascination?

Oh, deer—such vandalism


They had been at it again. Just outside my window while I slept they wreaked havoc in my yard. Half-chewed apples lay scattered on the ground, a bed of sunflowers stripped of their leaves, petunias, cosmos, and other assorted flowers deprived of their blooms. The solar fountain lay wounded on the grass with its bitten supports scattered on the grass. The birdfeeder emptied.

Leave the hostas alone, thank you
No sunflowers this summer
Where are my petunias?
So much for cosmos
Seriously?

I won’t go into specifics but the garden marauders left evidence of their feasting in little pellet piles all over the yard.

Yes, the deer gang had been at it again. Terms of endearment on my part are being withheld.

Considering we’ve lived for nearly thirty years in a suburban pocket surrounded by woods we should be used to wildlife ravaging our garden from time to time. Admittedly, the animals are appreciated for their beauty and we still are mesmerized when they pass by the window, and we are even honored they feel safe enough in our yard to hang out with their babies, and yet it is so vexing that they terrorize my garden. Without accusatory fingers pointing too harshly, the deer are mainly to blame. I have yet to catch the moose, bear, and raccoons in the act of destruction, although they often leave evidence of their presence, which I see as a blatant “Ha, ha–been here and didn’t get caught” message. The deer have become my scapegoats because they are absolutely shameless.

Counter-deer terrorism strategy is to plant that which is not tasty to deer palettes such as day lilies and lavender. However, I do favor the annual punch of summer colors such as cosmos, petunias, and pansies though. Unfortunately so do the deer.

My neighbor had the same problem, even putting up a six foot cyclone fence around her veggie garden. Her hostas also took a hit. Probably the deer did so in retaliation for being separated from their salad needs.

Another neighbor resorted to one of those movement sprinklers. We inadvertently activated it on an early morning walk. I wasn’t even looking at their flowers.

My current deer deterrent strategy involves a spray mixture of Irish Spring soap. It works if I am diligent. If I forget, well, I guess the plants will grow back.

Think green

I have to take down the birdfeeder at night and rig a cage lid for the solar fountain.

Getting cagey with those deer

Yet for all my grousing I still get happy when I spot a deer in the yard, as long as they are passing through.

I don’t mind providing grits in winter since the garden is asleep
Resting up before night maneuvers
I know, it’s difficult to be angry with such cuteness factor (but do they have to decimate my hostas?)

Word Nerds: Vocabularians Jest Having Fun


It’s summer and with it comes some vocabulary reflecting this season.

craic: fun and entertainment, especially good conversation and company.

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noctilucent: (of high-altitude clouds) visible during the short night of the summer.

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refulgent: shining brightly; radiant; gleaming.

coruscate: to emit vivid flashes of light; sparkle; scintillate; gleam.

gullywasher: a usually short, heavy rainstorm.

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petrichor: a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground.

quotidian: daily.

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jouissance: pleasure; enjoyment.

beek: to bask or warm in sunshine 

foudroyant: sudden and overwhelming in effect; stunning; dazzling.

frabjous: wonderful, elegant, superb.

foozle: play clumsily.

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It’s Hammock Day!


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Hammock Day isn’t just one day of the year, one special day of summer. As soon as June appears I drag out my hammocks–doesn’t everyone have two? Lounging in the hammock with a book or some tunes is one mainstay of summer. I may not go to the beach. I might abstain from a road trip. I probably won’t go to the local theme park. I will, however, spend as much time as possible in my hammock(s).

There is something so acceptably decadent lying about suspended above ground, be it parked in the shade or soaking up the rays. Hammocks are cool. In more ways than one.

Here’s to your own Hammock Day.

A Phoney Policy


Busted, ET–caught during class

ET would not be able to phone home if he were attending certain schools, school districts, and even some states. The cell phone debate once again hits the news as the controversy over phones in class continues.

According to Education Week, “By 2020, 77 percent of schools had prohibited non-academic use of cellphones during school hours, according to federal data.” In my twenty years of teaching I would say cell phone usage remained one of the biggest challenges when it came to student behavior. I remember when the first cell phone went off in my class (when only a few students had them). As I reminded the student to mute her phone she tersely replied, “It’s my grandma. She’s dying. I have to take this.” How am I supposed to enforce a policy contending with that kind of situation?

Phone policies have come and gone, and I am so glad I no longer have to deal with students and their phones. Although retired from teaching now, I remain interested in educational trends, and I can’t help but wonder at the shifting back to school districts adopting stronger cell phone policies.

Granted, cell phones have their use in the classroom; the problem is their potential for positive contributions is abused. Texting, gaming, scrolling, uploading, shaming are distractors and are distractions to the learning environment. While the intent of full, partial, or limited use is debated the real issue is enforcement.

Here are some problems with implementing a school phone policy:

  • Everyone has to be on board. Consistency is paramount to success. As a high school teacher I adhered to the school’s policy. Verbal reminders, posters, follow through—Yup. Other teachers not following the policy weren’t as much as a problem as the off-campus adults: parents, employers, medical appointments. One parent said, “I only leave a text to call me at lunch.” The problem is that when students feel or hear that “ping” they are programmed to check their phone like two-legged Pavlov puppies.
“But I need to answer it!”
  • Speaking of noticing students checking their phones, that leads into how odious it is to become the Phone Police. It is more likely a student is willing to give a pint of blood then surrender their phone. There is an addiction issue. It’s very real.
Plugged in
  • Once a phone is confiscated it demonstrates the consequences of disregarding the policy, right? Not really. Our school office manager showed me the desk drawer of confiscated electronics (ear buds are on the “no no” list as well). Instead of parents coming to school and picking up the phone they write it off as lost utilizing their phone insurance.
  • Phone policies are double-edged. School staff get to have their phones (unless the school policy is really hard-edged), which illustrates the irritating adage of “do as I say, not as I do“ that widens the gap of responsibility and respect between teachers and students.
  • Our school did modify its phone policy after it became apparent that a draconian approach was doomed. Leaving it up to individual teachers ended up as the soft approach.
Oh, for the good old days of being the only one to have a phone in class

My approach was a placing a poster in a prominent place which listed the classroom phone policy, mainly that phones needed to be out of sight during instructional time. There were times students could engage with their phones—for instance after ALL their was completed. The goal was to implement the need of discernment—there are good, better, and inappropriate times to use phones. At the high school level students are gaining book knowledge, but they are also gaining social skills. Allowing them to exercise self-control with their phones better prepares them to become responsible citizens. If seventeen year olds lack discernment when using their phones I can’t imagine what it must be like encountering seven year olds with phones, let alone a twelve year old.

Phones are here to stay. Phone policies will come and go. Perhaps those who are making decisions about policies should approach the issue as the phone not being the problem so much as how/when to utilize the phone. Phone etiquette is something that should taught right along with decimal points and comma usage. Maybe there is an app for that.

“What’s Appening with you?”

How Now Cow?


Reader Round Up: June


I’m not sure why I think it’s automatically summer when May flips over to June on the calendar. It wasn’t the case this year. Our wet spring adamantly hung on through a major portion of June with only a scattering of sunny days. June ended with a torrential rainstorm complete with donner und blitzen (as my latent German surfaces).

Rainy days equal reading days. Here are the five star reads for June 2024.

Vendela in Venice by Christina Bjork, illustrated by Inja-Karin Eriksson

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The adult Swedish author recounts a trip she took to Venice with her father when she was a child presented as a picture book. Informative and charming with beautiful illustrations that capture and complement the text.

The Word is Murder by Anthony Horowitz

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Anthony Horowitz is a talented writer. He is also a cheeky one in how he can get away with writing himself in as a character in a novel, dropping names hither thither, promoting his other works, and elaborating truths into meta fictional facts to suit his purpose.

His latest foray into adult fiction involves him teaming up with the irascible Hawthorne, a former police officer, who wants Horowitz to write a book about a murder case he’s working on. The problem is that Hawthorne is unreliable and unlikable, and that Horowitz gets dragged into the investigation at the risk of his career and even his life.

The Door-to-Door Bookstore by Carsten Henn

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Quite an original and superb novel emphasizing how books bring people together. Though translated, it easily becomes a story that any culture which values reading can embrace. Books, eccentric characters, even a cat with idiosyncrasies—a novel that is a delightful one sitting read.

Modernity overlaps tradition as the new bookstore owner wants to phase out home delivery service, which essentially phases out Carl. His simple life becomes more complicated when precocious nine year old Schascha joins him on his rounds. Her involvement on his deliveries begins the end of life as he knows it to open a door to other possibilities.

A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

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A few years ago I read the book and have recently watched the TV series, which necessitated rereading the book. This proved the best way to thoroughly enjoy the author presentation of a Russian fairytale that deftly weaves in Russian history. Watching the TV series with Ewan McGregor playing Count Rostov is proving the old adage “the book is the book and the movie is the movie.”

Now that July has arrived the weather report indicates a hot summer is anticipated. No problem—I just bought a new hammock with an umbrella. My TBR is fully loaded. I’m looking forward to lounging and reading in the backyard.

Where’s your favorite place to read in the summer?

June 14th is Flag Day!


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And I’m over the moon it’s my birthday!

I like having my birthday on a quasi-recognizable holiday. Some calendars don’t even list it (hummph). Banks, libraries, stores, are all open. Few flags are outside waving their recognition of the designated day. Ask most people what Flag Day is all about and most people don’t have a clue.

So instead I will talk about my birthday. As I’ve gotten older I’m more low key about my birthday. I tell my family: kids–just a phone call is fine (I don’t need more stuff); hubs–just take me out to dinner (he complies easily). I like that special feeling of walking around town, sometimes seeing a flag outside, and saying to myself, “Yeah, Flag Day is my birthday.”

I may not crave presents but I do like joining birthday clubs to get freebies. For instance:

  • Anthony’s (favorite seafood restaurant) sends me a $20 coupon towards a dinner entrée.
  • Red Robin will give me a free burger (with a $5.00 minimum purchase)
  • Regal Crown theaters has a free small bag of popcorn waiting for me.
  • True Lemon has a 30% coupon available.
  • Panera has a free treat for me as long as I get there in the next couple of days.
  • More than a couple of local massage therapists have special deals for me.

I love all those birthday bonus bargains!

My doctor and dentist send me greetings as well. No free visits thought, although I did find my birthday message from my doctor’s office a hoot and a half.

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I’m having a great birthday so far. If it’s not your birthday, then I hope you are having a fabulous Flag Day.

Word Nerds: Retro Slang


As we all know words come and go when it comes to usage and popularity. I recently came across an article through Reader’s Digest that discussed vintage slang terms no longer in use. The article suggested a return of these words. Hmm, what do you think?

Mutton Shunter
Definition: Policeman

Gigglemug
Definition: An habitually smiling face

Fly Rink
Definition: A polished bald head

Sauce-box
Definition: The mouth

Row-de-dow
Definition: Riot

Etymology: A play on “row” (18th century slang for “quarrel”) or “rowdy.” Also spelled, “rowdydow.”

I’m partial to “Row-de-dow” not that I’ve been to many riots lately. I know once upon a time “pigs” were bandied about as a term, but “sheep” for police? “Gigglemug” sounds like something from Willy Wonka, and “fly-rink” and “sauce box” don’t make the grade.

Your votes?

The Writing Life: Link to Fame (and it’s hoped, fortune)


Our local library has a feature in which it posts interviews with local authors. My thanks to the library for promoting writers, especially local writers. Here is the link.

I’m always hoping to be discovered by more readers. As well as agents, editors, reviewers, and publisher. Hoping for fame, and wouldn’t mind if some fortune came with that.

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