July 30, 2015
Yesterday, I spent the entire afternoon on the computer and the phone doing some research about how to get a doctorate degree. Yes, at 71, I am considering a doctorate!
I spoke with two universities about their online programs that would lead to either a D. Ed. (Doctorate of Education) or a PH. D. (Doctorate of Philosophy in Psychology/Education). Since I love research and creative endeavors, I have been doing a lot of thinking and writing.(Including my memoir Grace for Gypsy Girls, under my pen name Ann Naedele)
My question to myself is this: At my age do I need this degree for some higher purpose, or do I need this degree to satisfy ego for the lifelong work I have done in education over 38 years of teaching?
My answer: If I could effect change in our approach and implementation of a new educational system by any other means than acquiring a doctorate, I would feel fulfilled in life.
In conclusion, a doctorate degree costs between $42,000 and $100,000 which I do not have nor know how to acquire. Therefore, I am going to use my blog and eventually a scholarly book to prove that the educational system of today can be better for all children under my plan.
So readers, be prepared. My blog is going to take on a new topic soon. I know there are tons of retired educators out there that have great ideas about this issue. Perhaps with some collaboration and creativity we can set the world on fire with a new philosophy of education. My first blog will give you my mission state.
Please feel free to share or comment.
Lately I have been appalled at the situations that the couples here have had to face. Several couples that have been together for years and years, but were remarried after one spouse died, have two sets of offspring…hers and his.
When it comes time for families to decide what to do with the parent who can no longer care for himself/herself , the children come in, take over, and move their parent to one place and expect the other children to take care of their parent…which means moving that parent away from the spouse.
I cannot understand these children! At the least the two sets of children should sit down together and discuss the situation. Couples don’t want to be separated to die alone. They can be placed together in a nursing facility or in an Alzeheimer unit. There are very nice units available where both people can live together as long as possible or until one dies.
We marry to share our lives with another person. We marry to love that spouse until we die. I don’t want to be separated from him because I lose my abilities to function. The support and love of a spouse helps make this transition better and bearable. I almost cried when I learned how these couples have been corralled by their children to go separate ways.
Please, when you have to make a decision, consider the life and love of the couple you need to care for. If both aren’t your parent, at least show some empathy for them and their predicament. Don’t split them up. Be kind and understanding. Talk to the other family and decide to do the best for both of them. If one family wants a parent closer, then make sure the spouse wants to move…and if he/she wants to move with their spouse.
I’d like some response about this situation.
My favorite things are my stroller, my bear, and my yellow bow in my hair. My mommy is nice, but I am sort of afraid of the man my mommy tells me is my daddy. He came home this year from the war. I don’t know where he was, but mommy and i would send letters every day.
I watched mommy catch a mouse in her shoe. She was brave. She ran into the bathroom and threw the mouse into the pot. I hope it goes down the drain. I am afraid to sit there now; the mouse may come back and bite my butt.
Last night it was light outside, but I had to go to bed. All the other kids were outside playing, but mommy said it was bedtime. I cried. I didn’t want to go to bed.
There are many people living in this house with me and mommy. My granny, my pop, two aunts, two uncles, two cousins and us. Now that daddy is home, we are going to move next door to a new house. This house is crowded.
When I wake up in the morning, I smell biscuits. My granny cooks in the kitchen and I watch her, but she gets up really early to make the biscuits. My room is over the kitchen.
This year I want a doll for Christmas. Last year I got my teddy bear. He sleeps with me and goes everywhere I go. I love him. I still want a doll.
We have started going to a home group. Home groups are small groups of Christians who worship, pray, and eat together much like they did when Jesus was here.
Our home group is special. Most of us are “broken-hearted” Christians who have been healed by the love of Christ and His church. We share and encourage each other. We pray for each other as well.
Christ wants us to be with other Christians for just these reasons. It is not easy being “green” as Kermit would say. Christ told us that, too. Along the road of life we have some unexpected twists and turns and sometimes a pot hole or two. We need to keep the faith, keep on smiling, and keep in the Word.
Doing these things will keep us close to the one who makes life worth living: Jesus.
Picture taken in the Bahamas on board a cruise ship.
Saturday was an uneventful day. It’s after eight now, and all I have accomplished today is watching movies! Getting ready to wash my hair because Sunday is coming!
I don’t know about you, but I love Sunday’s. Frank and I are attending Vero Vineyard Christian Church which is very small but very on fire for the Lord. Their music ministry is awesome!! I can feel God’s spirit around us within minutes of worship service which lasts about 30-45 minutes. Usually the music is original and very inspiring. The singers and the band should produce an album; they are very professional.
Before and after church, we mingle in the cafe and chat. It’s a warm church with all ages, but Frank and I are probably the oldest members. Lots of teens meet on Friday nights (around 15). We are going to attend a worship ministry on Thursday nights beginning next week.
After church is diner in our dining room…this Sunday it will be in our rooms again. Usually we practice for wii bowling after lunch but we are still in lockdown, so I guess that won’t happen either. This has been a very lonely week. We are always out and about here, eating, playing games, doing crafts, mingling, etc, but none this week. Hopefully we will be back to normal by Monday. I sure do miss my Bible Study group. We are very close. Most of us were sick; one is in rehab from another heart incident.
Another Saturday night for us YOUNG ‘UNS…TV, baths, etc. then bedtime. Frank conks out around 9, and I go to bed when ever I get sleepy…usually midnight or after.