- Birthdays aren't usually hard for me. It's fun to be celebrated--especially for a mom whose hard work is often taken for granted. I'll tell you what made me feel really old, though. Today, a man-voice was calling through the house, "Mom? Mom?" and he was talking about me!
- I am going to keep a journal of sorts on The MotherShip Home Schools about my experience with K12. There is so much to say and even more to work through. Writing helps me do that.
- For years I have felt like I have a story to tell, a book to write, but I couldn't get that perfect idea. It popped into my brain, just now, when I was trying to fall asleep. (This always happens to me, by the way. Biggest source of my insomnia is thinking.) I'll let you know how that goes.
- My mom called yesterday to tell me that she is updating her living room. You know how you get comfortable with how a place always looks? I hadn't really noticed that she hadn't updated in a while. We started figuring and discovered it has been sixteen or seventeen years since Joette sat and played piano while we plastered the walls in paper. Wow.
- My son is a dancer. I have four girls, but he is my dancer. We've finally been able to watch a few episodes of So You Think You Can Dance and . . . well, he doesn't feel so out-in-left-field anymore.
- Here is why I watch Project Runway (and, for now, SYTYCD, see above): there are some incredibly talented people in the world. I could do without the cheering and the drama, but I watch it for the beauty. I love beautiful things and could examine a perfectly tailored blouse or flowing cottage garden or moving photo or I could watch an inspiring dance or listen to a fabulous song over and over and over. So, the shows. The people just amaze me. It makes me want to continue to refine myself; to become better.
- I have a classical station on my Pandora player which I turn to when I need to concentrate. Because it is music that helps me focus on other things, I often don't really notice what is playing. Today, however, a song from my junior high orchestra days came on. I was instantly fourteen. Mrs. Barr was banging out the accompaniment and I was working my bow across the strings of my cello. I could smell the rosin, hear the echo of the tiled orchestra room and feel the vibrations of the instrument I held with my whole body. (That is a wonderful thing about cello, by the way. You can't just play with arms or hands, it takes the whole body.) It's not a particularly pretty song.
- Even though I like to snack while I read, I discovered that I can't eat while reading about the Holocaust. Or The Hunger Games.
- A friend was recently divorced. I had no idea anything was wrong. It just goes to show that you have to be kind and loving to everyone because you just never know what they're going through.
- I'm glad it's getting cooler. I made the season's first batch of pumpkin bars and won over the love of my children before lovingly reminding them that they had twenty-eight more hours of school to finish up. And chores.
- We want to move closer to our families (and the pine trees) next spring. The problem is, we like it here! The boy is at an amazing ballet school with a male, straight, professional ballet dancer for an instructor. People move so they can have this kind of thing for their child and here we are leaving it. I am so torn! AND, I've finally got my house the way I like it.
Okay. I think I'm empty. Maybe now I can sleep.
Love you all!