Not really a haze but a gorgeous sunny late fall pale chilly light blue sky. Is that too many words? It might be but who cares. Snow is forecast for Saturday and I need to cope as best I can. Marigold is officially five today. She’s been pretty chatty lately, adjusting her “I don’t think little kids who are throw up sick should have to clean” (meaning herself, she is a little well timed bundle of passive aggressiveness) to “big... Read more
Rambling The last two weeks remain kind of a jumble in my mind. I meant every day to write notes, but it was really all I could do to just show up and do school. Last week we took three days off to attend to the church and for me to really truly and finally get my quarterly reports done. Because of the church I was not able to concentrate on my reports, which made them take much longer than... Read more
One I guess I can’t wake up before seven any more. It used to be that I woke up at six, and then it pushed back to six thirty, and this week it seems to be seven. If I was all science-y I might be able to think of some rational explanation for this occurrence but I’m not and I can’t. It must be because I’m more than usually evil right now. The children also no longer wake up before... Read more
Enough of death and suffering. Going to shelve that for a bit and try to be cheerful. Cleaned and rearranged the school room yesterday again, always again. I think it must be the key, for me, to homeschooling at all. Am I a Homeschooler? Yes. Then the furniture must be rearranged. Took out a big pile of junk as well. Discouraging, really, because I took out a big pile of junk in late August and am therefore confused about how... Read more
Not to be overly morbid, even though that’s exactly what this will be, horribly, overly morbid, but as I reread my post yesterday I did notice that I happened to mention crucifixion and beheading. So rightly, some pointed out that being martyred is surely a good choice…well, not a choice, but not terrible if it happens to you. I mean, our Lord is the primordial, preeminent martyr, the Lamb that was Slain. To follow in his way was a promise.... Read more
Got into an argument with Matt this weekend. Not like a real argument, just one of those ones where you express a considered opinion and the other person violently disagrees with you and then you both look at each other in horror, like, “I had no idea you could be so wrong.” So I said to him, after thinking about it for three days, that I’d rather die from Ebola than beheading. I’d rather die horrifically from a disease, than... Read more
I’m trying a new less fancy blogging app. It is obnoxiously low tech. I can see actual code here, as I’m typing, which vaguely offends me. Having not learned to write code, I don’t want it to be flaunted at me. I want to have it hidden so that I can’t see how little I know. Anyway, tomorrow is going to be super busy. I have actual events to attend and cleaning to do and shopping to gather. I plan... Read more
One The app by which I daily blog has developed some evil something such that I cannot even open it. Every day this week I’ve been hunched over an even tinier internet space, trying to see with my dim failing eyes to type out a few measly words. Today is no exception. I’ve figured out how to add in the regular amount of grainy pictures, but any lofty or interesting thoughts I might have had are destroyed by the idiocy... Read more
I had it in mind to maybe clean my desk sometime, and so I started shuffling papers, in the way that a person does when they don’t really know where to begin and don’t really intend to stay to find out. This clever little ancient “meme”– the precrusor of actual memes, the primordial desire of people to put words and pictures together and, in the bygone times, to print them on pieces of paper, and then, more recently but still... Read more
I woke up in the dark and thought it must be the middle of the night, but it turns out it’s really 6am, just without light, because we’re headed into the darkness and death of winter. Now there are pale pink clouds floating by, cast bright against some blue sky, and yet, it is Still Dark. The outlines of houses and the mass of trees all over the hill are coming into form and shape. This must be dawn. I’ll... Read more
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