or is it bleh?
either way. that is my week in a nutshell. and when that’s the way it is i do hate to bore you with gory details.
one good thing i am working on is giving my highschooler a living education. i am so glad simply charlotte mason is starting to talk about this issue. ’cause it is very dear to my heart right now. but it isn’t easy.
i don’t write a lot about homeschooling here per se because usually by the end of the day i am so tired and my brain is going in so many different directions that the last thing i want to do is try to put my homeschooling thoughts into words.
besides it’s more fun to talk about sweet things here. like sewing and food.
maybe someday i’ll write it all down.
but until then. bleh. and blah will have to do.
for sanity i am reading the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society. i know many of you have read it too. what did you think of it? it reminds me a lot of daddy long legs by jean webster. that was one of my most favoritest books as a girl. i have a beautiful hardcover. albeit tattered old copy that i was giddy to give to my girl when she read it for the first time. my name was written in that fat bubbly young girl writing just inside the front cover.
i am still reading it. so don’t give me too much information. but i hope it is worth my time. i don’t really read a lot for myself. i read stacks of books to the kids but i find that when i do get a book for myself that i love i’d rather not get out of bed in the morning and start school. i could truly sit in bed and just read. and if my ducklings would like to come into my bed and bring their own books. quietly read to themselves. well then that would be just fine with me. in fact i could make a day out of it.
which is almost what i did this morning. because of blah.
but then my husband came by the house for some tool or something he had forgotten and that was the end of that. i had to get up and look busy.
so the moment was gone.
and unfortunately the calendar doesn’t allow for much lounging time between now and next tuesday.
no otium sanctum.
my flowers will be lucky if they get watered.
hope life is treating you well. and if you feel blah too. i’ll scoot over and make some room in my bed and you can bring a book and come sit by me.
but you have to be still. and quiet.