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Neon

We start again with a powerful puppy.

Neon, like Photon, is a Miniature Australian Shepherd (aka Miniature American Shepherd for dog breeder political reasons, sigh). But he’s a very different dog.

Far more cuddly, not nearly as quick to housetrain, more physically adept, and very quick to begin to fetch balls and frisbees.

Very busy causing minor trouble around the house, but super social with both people and other dogs. Since he finally got the requisite shots to be allowed to run in the park, he’s a much more satisfied pup. All that running, wrestling and fetching (even in the -10º cold) really takes the edge off!

Photon (2006-2022)

Today we had to say goodbye to Photon: our dear, tough, gentle Miniature Aussie. 

As freelancers and highly-engaged parents of a child with multiple special needs, we realized that neither of us were getting outside enough to notice the turning of the seasons. Suddenly it’s spring. How did summer come up so fast? Since when was the sidewalk covered in leaves?! So around when Jonathan turned 10, and multiple hospital appointments were fewer and farther between, we decided to get a dog to change that. A dog that needed a couple of decent bouts of exercise a day.

At the breeders
Mastering the basement stairs

And boy did she fit the bill. She insisted we go out in all sorts of weather, for an hour or more. Relatively tiny, but immune to the cold. Not a fan of the rain, but obviously someone had to go out in it. What, are you a wimp?

Eager for learning, she did several dog courses before getting the best experience of her life, the Herding Instinct Test!

She lived for the ball and the frisbee, super-competitive but never combative if another dog tried to make off with it. Gentle with kids, though not above physically getting in their way if she perceived they were in a risky situation.

One friend referred to her as “the best of dogs”, and as I sit here with tears down my face, I’m going to risk boasting that…yes, yes, I think she was. Farewell, our dear pal…

Support Staff

Peter As far as I was concerned, my job during all of this excitement was to assist Laura in packing her brain with information it didn’t already have. Not quite a coach, nor a pit crew or a secretary… but more or less an amalgam of all of them. I was involved as possible in Laura’s preparations while keeping my work up and trying to keep the general business of life maintained in the house (part of the study period was just before the school year began). But in every spare moment, I’d try to function as her “second”, performing tasks to reduce the time it took to find information, allowing her to have what she needed on-hand. On the day of the news, I ran 4km to a public library that had both Jeopardy! books in stock—Brainiac by Ken Jennings and Prisoner of Trebekistan by Bob Harris. (For the first day or so, Laura was pulling her thoughts together about how best to plan her studies—these books by former Jeopardy! champs might help.)

My self-imposed job included sourcing and/or assembling many maps and lists. While some of these are easily found on the web (countries of the world, or US or Australian states), others required some editing or curating to be studied more efficiently (major rivers of each continent, and similar for the seas, bays, straits, islands, waterfalls). For instance, the Seven Seas of yore differed depending on where you were in the world, and often included more than seven. Occasionally we found it was better for Laura to take her own notes—this can help one absorb the information better.

Blank maps were useful for repeated practise over the weeks. On more than one occasion Laura would come to breakfast to find a blank map of South America, or the US, or Africa sitting there, ready to fill in countries and capitals.

I’d assemble huge lists of a variety of things, be it the major folks associated with each US president (wife, VP, chief justice, speaker of the House), or each large North American city’s major league sports teams (subsidiary list: mascots. Yes, it’s been a question on the show). How many protectorates does the US have, anyway (or did you mean Associated States, unincorporated territories, incorporated territories or Commonwealths)? The details can get pretty fine, akin to hair-splitting, especially since every detail leads to another DETAIL.

To whit: “Guam (US territory), along with the Northern Mariana Islands (US Commonwealth) make up the Mariana Islands, by the famous Marianas trench, including the famed Challenger Deep where four expeditions have dived (the latest being James Cameron getting to the floor), speaking of whom…” Pretty soon, if you’re not careful, you are wandering in Bob Harris’s Trebekistan, the mythical place where every fact connects to every other, and you lose the concept of up and down and night and day—mybe even self.

Laura was very good—well, as much as you can be—at staying focused, not delving too deep into any one area of study, but of course from time to time we’d get going on some topic or other that was too fascinating not to know more about. But each time she’d stress that she’d stolen precious time from general knowledge studying.

Fun Fact I learned studying for Jeopardy!
Bishop & president cozy on a throneThe ruler of the Principality of Andorra, 6th smallest nation in Europe, nestled in the Pyrennees between France and Spain, is a monarchy, ruled over by co-Princes: the Bishop of Urgell (whose diocese encompasses that part of Spain) and the President of France!

In the end, was my help welcome? I think so. And the quizzes left out on the table, the “recite the Presidents” challenges in front of visitors or “what’s the capital of Missouri?” as we did the dishes? Generally, yes. Did she get grumpy about it sometimes? Of course. [“YES!!” —Laura]. But my job was ideally to help her to be as sharp as possible on as many topics as we could think of, without us somehow turning into a cerebral version of Cato (who had a similar—if physical and incredibly slapstick—job to keep Inspector Clouseau on his toes). Laura knew it was my role too, and despite the occasional grumbles, she knew that this month was her best chance to fill in as many voids as she could.

And there’d always be voids. Not being American is a definite handicap, and although Laura had her Presidents, states and capitals pretty well locked down, how far should she go? Cabinet departments? The current or previous Presidential Cabinet members? National Parks? Supreme Court Justices? Bill of Rights? Constitutional Amendments? (All of the aforementioned have been categories from time to time.) Even as she undertook her studies, we had to decide what studies to give weight to. Already we were gauging the likelihood of certain categories (for example, mixed drinks or champagne since the episode was going to air on New Year’s Day).

Six times a week, practical rehearsal time always started at 7:30 pm sharp, when Jeopardy! is aired in Toronto. Regrettably, for most of late summer the show is in repeats (mainly some of the tournaments—teachers, kids, celebrities, etc. of the past year), but that had to suffice. We practised reaction time (after waiting for Alex to complete the question, of course), repeated clicking of the button, the continual standing for the entire time—any element of the studio game we could attempt to simulate that would give her some measure of familiarity for the big day. Because, let’s face it, in a studio, with the lights and the makeup and the audience, it would be a blur. As it was, once she was practising as if it was for real, the game’s rapid-fire routine was clearly apparent. Suddenly, there’s no time to think. It’s one thing to have it in your head, or be thinking down the right lines; you have to be able to spit it out correctly in 5 seconds.

I scored each game with the Coryat scoring system, which assumes wrong answers don’t cost you money. Since you’re not playing against anyone, this system is measuring how many questions you know per game period, excluding both financial penalties—though I kept track of wrong answers for later analysis—and other people getting the question first. It functions as an absolute score of your knowledge each game.

It’s a bit ruthless, but it helped us see where omissions or errors were occurring, and allowed us to spot categories Laura hadn’t yet focused on. I would chart Laura’s progress on a spreadsheet to see how she was progressing. As she focused and studied, she rapidly improved in geography, and various US categories, like Presidents, states, capitals and history—the sorts of things that came up often. She also started reducing her guesses. Guesses pay off less often than you think (human nature being quick to note successes but not misses). They’re especially dangerous in the higher questions of the Double Jeopardy round, where an “I’m-pretty-sure” can cost you $1600 or $2000 in a blink.

In the end, the daily rehearsing made for steady improvement. Laura had a solid breadth of knowledge, and was able to hold her own, even “running” the occasional categories (ie answer all the questions in a clean sweep). But I also noticed something over which Laura had no control: once in a while a game came that was stacked against her. Sometimes none of the TV contestants in those games did well, either. The majority of these types of games featured categories that deviated from the standard playbook—topics like “NO.1 IN THE NFL DRAFT” or “MY SO-CAL. LIFE” (to cite two real examples). When a game had more than one or two of those, or worse, three or four, Laura would have to hope that no one else had an especially strong suit in those topics either. On the other hand, generally any of the sciences were rarely mastered by contestants, and Laura would be a lock on many of those—but equally likely could be top 40 hits of the 1990s, or specialty cable channels, and that was not something she had a single inkling about.

And thus the eternal truth of Jeopardy!: every contestant has an overclocked brain chock-a-block with information, but everyone also has weak spots and voids. You have to make judgement calls about what’s best to study in the limited time you have, and there are always going to be obscure and overlooked facts. Even the famed Ken Jennings, on his 74th straight game, got taken down by an innocuous little Final Jeopardy question:

A: “BUSINESS & INDUSTRY: Most of this firm’s 70,000 seasonal white-collar employees work only 4 months a year.”

Q: (scroll over) “What is H&R Block?

So what kind of game would it turn out to be? I couldn’t wait to find out either, and I still don’t know. I’m just as much in suspense as all of you.

Fun Fact I learned studying for Jeopardy!
Devil in a pool at the top of a waterfall
Victoria Falls (aka Mosi-oa-Tunya, located between Livingstone, Zambia and Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe) on the Zambezi is the largest waterfall in Africa, largest sheet of falling water (but neither the widest nor the tallest waterfall) in the world. When the water’s at the right level, a rock ledge near the edge creates an eddy called “The Devil’s Pool” where people can frolic and look over the edge. Wait, you don’t believe me, do you? Here’s photos. Here’s a video. But be careful.

Another Milestone

Peter All through his school career Jon’s always been at (public) schools dedicated solely to kids with special needs, both physical and developmental. The two years where the school board decided to put him in a special needs class in a regular school, by contrast, was a low point. But at no point has a traditional marking system ever been applied to his work, so academically Jon could proceed at his own pace, based on his strengths and needs.

The new high school clearly has some hopes for Jon, as he was put in two MID (mild intellectual disability) classes, English and Math. And to our surprise, and yes, delight, after the midterms (that we didn’t know he had had) Jon came home with this:
Honour roll certificate

Needless to say, colour us very happy and proud. Sometimes, occasionally, we’re getting something right.

The Royal Agricultural Winter Fair

Peter …aka The Royal Winter Fair, aka The Royal. After missing it due to one person or another being sick both weeks last year, Jon anticipated that he wanted to go even before Halloween came! My farming ancestors (including all of my great-uncles on my Mom’s side, and my great-grandparents on the Cook side) would be proud: Jon loves the animals’ smell, as well as any looking or touching he can get away with. Also back bacon or bison on a bun for lunch!

So what did we get up to this year?

Sheep in pen standing in straw
Sheep! (We shall get back to these)

Sheep with custom covers over them to protect them for show
Sheep with dust covers!

Jon's petting a white rabbit
Bunny!

Very fluffy grey rabbit
This bunny is called a French Angora, but in our house we call anything that looks like this a Dust Bunny.

Goats with large udders
Milkin’ goats!

Angus breed beef cattle bull
Cattle! We think this one’s name is Angus.

Sheep getting his hooves clipped and trimmed
More sheep! This one’s getting his hooves clipped.

Woman shaves wool off a single sheep
Judy Miller-Shelley of Shelley Sheep Shearing gives that same sheep a haircut!

Spinning a friendship bracelet for Jon as he watches
After the show, Judy makes Jon a friendship bracelet from raw wool.

Judy Miller-Shelley placing ram horns on the sides of Jon's head
Jon looks pretty good in these. Not to honk his horn.

Judy seating a lamb on Jon's lap
Judy was extremely kind, and decided to fetch a three-day old lamb to sit on Jon’s lap.

Had a great time at the fair, and an especially large thank you to the Shelley Sheep Shearing crew!!

Halloween 2012: The Big Shift

Jon as mad scientist
The actor gets into character.

PeterLaura While Jon’s been doing the trick-or-treating thing since he was two or three, we didn’t seriously start decking out both him and his entire wheelchair until about eight years ago. (We made up for the late start with some pretty decent costumes). But this year was the next big Halloween transition for the whole family.

Last year (and to a lesser amount the year before that), Jon’s deepening voice was causing some neighbours on our streets – the ones who didn’t know Jon, anyway – to lift an eyebrow a bit before shelling out. Admittedly it is a bit weird to give candy to a dude who says “trick or treat” in a resonant baritone, even if he is in a wheelchair.

Combine that with the fact that most years Jon didn’t want to go for marathon candy runs; he was content to make it three-quarters the way down our block (on one side) before declaring that it was time to head home. We’d stall a bit by dropping by some of the homes on the other side of the street, but generally had to motor home pretty fast because once Jon got tired of socializing, he let everyone know it. He’s not too candy-driven; to him a little is as good as a huge amount.

So this year Jon agreed to dole out candy on our front porch, as long as he still got to wear a costume. And got some candy on the side.

So he shelled out the rest. We expected him to last only a few minutes; he happily stayed on the porch for almost 90 minutes! As he always does, Jon picked his costume; this year he decided he wanted to be a mad scientist!

Jon as mad scientist
Mad scientist Jon! We were amazed the wig stayed on his head the whole time. You can’t see them very well, but he has goggles slung around his neck along with his askew tie.

Most of the costume had to be sourced rather than constructed, so it wasn’t nearly as labour-intensive as in other years. This worked well as Toronto was getting quite a bit of the after-effects of Hurricane Sandy, especially in the rain and colder-weather department. Because there was no sewing involved Mom didn’t have to do much more than make brightly-coloured gelatine to fill the beaker, flask and test-tubes. (We used gelatine to prevent spills in case anything got knocked over by Jon or any trick-or-treaters).

Glowing round-bottom flask
Glowing Erlenmeyer flask
Some cleverly-placed lights under the equipment and we had a nice spooky glowing effect. Dad whipped up a bit of 3D animation of a cartoony arcing Van de Graaff generator projected on the front window.

Van de Graaff generator on front window
How it looked on our window.

Van de Graaff offVan de Graaff on

Who can say where the next costume will take us next year? Maybe Mom and Dad have to get in on the costume theme fun!