September 15, 2017
Can I just say....man, am I glad that is over?!
We crash-landed at the end of our first full week of seventh grade the moment Cynar walked in the door with dinner. Yeah. Because I have been really super great about cooking dinner at home and now I am sick of washing dishes. Or really just tired of having seventeen more things to do today. Now I understand why those other homeschool moms get up at 5:00am.
I had hoped that we would have a chance to take some time outdoors this afternoon. I had planned to, but life, as they say, had other plans. With our first lessons at the new co-op this week (including new co-op jobs to learn), and a post-summer meltdown on Wednesday (her, not me this time), we had a couple of things to catch up on. But...
...we made it! ...with her reading the last page of her last Lit assignment as he was walking through the door. Whew!
...and I gotta say, aside from the meltdown (which I empathize with), I am really impressed with how this kid handled her stuff these last few days. A new co-op? No problem. A high school level class, as a seventh grader? She didn't bat an eyelash. This, compared to the kid who, three years ago, was terrified to do anything with anyone who wasn't a school friend.
We are rolling into a weekend of celebrations, first a housewarming for my cousin, then a couple of birthdays. A busy weekend after a busy week.
I'm sleeping late tomorrow. :)
September 12, 2017
Sunday afternoon was absolutely perfect. The temp was holding in the low 70's, the sun was out, and a cool breeze kissed the skin. And so I did the only logical thing I could do.
I nagged my family until they agreed to go out with me. :D
We took a drive out to our local apple orchard and cider mill. Typically we wander on down later in the year, when the squashes and pumpkins have come in. But we all agreed it was just what we needed, even if early. Who couldn't use more fresh air, goat therapy, apples, cider and donuts??
I believe they are conspiring to return for more goodies later in the season.
September 6, 2017
It feels much more like autumn then summer these days, with temperatures hovering a half dozen degrees cooler than the average. Our commitment to another homeschooling year brought on a stern talk with myself about getting out of the house more frequently this year, especially when the weather is cooperating. Yesterday afternoon was a perfect mix of cool breezes and clouds, so we headed out to wander the trails for a few.
I have been curious about those white berries since I noticed them a few weeks back, while hanging out with the Dagorhir group. It turns out these are white baneberries, or Doll's Eyes, and are pretty darn poisonous. So we definitely learned something useful on this little field trip. :) Don't eat the white berries!
August 31, 2017
Alright, confession time guys.
I'm really not feeling the coming school year thing. Usually by this time of the year I am so psyched that my head is about to explode, and I am chomping at the bit to dive in. But this year...
Truth be told, I haven't even written up my lesson plan yet. For tomorrow.
I did the research. I investigated lessons. Paid the fee to join the co-op. Even ordered our new science text, and a Grow-A-Frog kit (it is totally a thing). But I am just not feeling it.
Moving into middle school feels so much more serious, or at least the pressure is on for it to be. Pardon me while I question authority, and figure out where we stand. I can't help thinking that it is a notable disservice to suck all of the fun out of learning. But I think our approach has always been a little oddball.
I think this weekend will be time to hit the books, sort some things out, and try to get myself ready to roll into this school year with a little more pizazz. I'm really looking forward to having Cynar home for the holiday, and just relaxing and soaking in the end of summer.
I hope everyone has a great last weekend of summer!
August 16, 2017
This morning, when I took a moment to survey my surroundings, I discovered that I was surrounded by yarn, tossed randomly about me, in varying stages of project completion. It's been a long time since I have been this engaged in the craft. I have to admit, it feels really good. I wouldn't mind finishing out the rest of the year (my life?) like this.
The foundation of the collection is my sad little yellow sock, still only a handful of rows. It's starting to feel like part of the decor now.
It was eventually joined by a single, quiet skein of grey wool, to ease me back in after the frustration of said sock. It has had a good swatching and has been cast-on, only to be set aside.
On Saturday, I am helping to host a baby shower for my sister-in-law. I'm going to be an auntie!! Of course, this required some sort of knitty item for game prizes. These are Reversible Pips Dishcloths, not quite finished, made of Dishie. Colors are Azure, Conch, and Honeydew.
The collection is rounded out by materials for an experiment I hope to start soon. It arrived over a week ago, and is still in the plastic it came in. Now that my mind is back in knitty mode, my body (and schedule) are struggling to keep up.
Hopefully I will have many more things to share in the near future!
Linking to KCCO
July 14, 2017
This week our family said goodbye to an old friend.
I met little Gina one afternoon a number of years ago when I spotted her across the street from our old home and called her over. She slowly and gently stole our hearts. At first she was a visiting friend, but soon after joined the family when her owner told us he planned to give her up for adoption.
Never before have I met an animal who loved people so much. She was sweet, and snuggly and a whole lot of crazy...a perfect addition to our little family.
As happens to us all, her age began to take its toll. She had developed a high blood pressure and a degenerative bowel disease. She was showing markers for possible kidney and pancreatic issues. While she remained her loving and affectionate self, she had lost her spunk. We noticed a change a few weeks back and we knew it meant that her time was soon to come.
We miss her, and all of her fuzzy antics. We used to joke that she thought she was a human, stealing our chairs and blankets, demanding cream with a commanding nod, beaming an order for food directly into our heads with the intensity of her stare. As we settled in at night for a show or a chat she would sleep on the couch cushion next to Cynar, with her paws wrapped around his thigh as though he were some sort of stuffed animal. Mr. Bear Snuggle Time. She could read our emotions and seemed to have a few of her own.
She was a strange and wonderful creature, and will never be forgotten. <3