Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Because time spent here with the blog will be infrequent in the upcoming weeks (and months, and...), it didn't feel right to just stop without warning, at least for my own demarcation-needing self.
Photos have dwindled in the past months, recording life has gone by the wayside, and I'm finding myself in a situation where we are simply figuring out how to get through each day at a time, working out what it means to be homeschooling a, um, strong-willed young teenager trying to find her place in the world, and a patient and curious but still young and needy gradeschooler with her own problems to fight.
(And I can't even talk about the weather without simple numbing fatigue. I am not prepared, in body, mind, or spirit, for four months solid of "mid-January," which is where we've been for going-on-two weeks straight - temps high in the teens when it should be upper 30's.)
Just shooting photos around the house makes me miss doing it, and having only a handful of pictures saved in the monthly file is sad, so hopefully I will be able to keep up more than I think I can, but I also very much can't feel like I need to do anything extra. It's time to keep taking care of our little family.
Notes: K is a smart, mostly-happy, almost teen who loves talking with her friends on e-mail and playing "minetest." She still loves drawing and the 11th Doctor, has an incredible imagination, likes playing basketball, loves watching movies, and continues to read dozens of books a week. She puts up with our homeschooling even though she's smarter than she should be. (She puts up with math lessons because she's really a geek at heart.) Gret loves knitting and sewing and doing things with her hands, drawing, math, science, and This Old House magazine and watching Love-it-or-List-it on Netflix with me when K is at basketball practice with Dad. Oh, and "minetest," too! (She puts up with reading because she lives in a house with more than eleven large full bookcases and doesn't have much choice.) There! Do I have to write a Christmas letter now?
So, finally, don't call this goodbye; just, you know: see-you-sooner-or-later.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Rescheduled three times, it was the little trip that almost wasn't. First postponed in the spring, because up north they got 18" of snow the day we were to drive; if we cancelled, they'd charge us $100. We moved the trip to September not realizing it was the Week Everything Begins. So, off to October. This not-realizing was that the park was essentially closed when we'd be there: no CCC built dining hall for breakfast, no big gift shop, no boat tour of Lake Itasca. (We made do, easily.)
The girls ran around inside and out despite the chill, and we so enjoyed our few days away exploring this park without the bugs or crowds. We hiked and wandered and took pictures and didn't get our feet wet crossing the mighty Mississippi as it began its journey south (by going north). We also slept in (though I got up - not early - to run the other morning, when I came back they were still sleeping) and made pancakes and watched satellite TV and looked at the stars and helped out our neighbors when they locked themselves out at 9:30pm and didn't climb a fire tower (Gret and I did not) and had wine and cheese and crackers whilst making supper. And saw a Fischer (I did). And took *more* pictures. And made videos of sisters doing "magic" in the bedroom while parents ignore, reading in the other room ... trips don't get much better than this.
"This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought."
M. D. Babcock