The Land of All Things Lewis

When I see birches bend to left and right…I like to think some boy's been swinging from them. -Robert Frost

strange design, writing, Hemingway, Joy sucking

I couldn’t possibly relax in this much less feel like I’m being taken seriously as a professional. I’ll admit I might be tempted to pop it though.

Writing

I don’t write much anymore, excepting jots on here and 3-5 pages for grades. I wrote more as a small child when I was fascinated and inspired by Hemingway. I found my copy of The Artist Way…in the bathroom no less which means my sweet man has been spending at least once a day receiving inspiration which has most likely led to the honestly productivity he has been involved in. On my search to see what Julia has been up to.

I’m trying to figure out if it would be procrastination if I spent time trying to decide whether to dive into the complete Artist’s Way or The Writing Diet? I’m 30 pounds overweight and I have been avoiding writing. I hate to admit it (or maybe not) that school has started to suck the joys I found in books and in writing. When I could not make sense of my childhood pains I knew I could find a new world in a book or I could write a story and burn it in the fireplace or rip it into tiny, tiny little pieces.

There are times in my classes when it takes a lot to fight back a primal rage….Why can’t we spend more time on this book if it’s so damn life changing?

JOY SUCKING

Joy sucking is probably the number one reason our boys are not in school. And, it’s something we fight about. Perhaps we are spoiled little brats, the whole lot of us. But, my husband and I usually work pretty darn hard to rearrange our life, put off dreams and desires and then reroute and find all new dreams which include little adults. My two oldest both attended public Kindergarten and half of first grade. By the middle of first grade they were sucked dry.

My first went to Kindergarten even though I thought we would homeschool. It was close, seemed safe and it turned out he enjoyed it and I enjoyed the break. My second wanted to go to school and bless his heart the lucky little soul he got the one Queen of Kindergarten teachers. She who lives in a tiny little speck of a town. She was a gem. She actually hugged children and got down on her knee to insure they knew they were cared for. That is a teacher.

SCHOOL NAMES & GOALS

I try to be so kind.  To remember why we homeschool. We don’t make lists or School names.  You won’t hear my children singing their school fight song.  Reasons why we homeschool change every week and often daily.

  • Because we are Christian is always a good one and it seems to fit well with most people unless they like to be little lights.
  • Because we don’t really like anyone else.  Which might be what people thought where we used to live and seemed to lack the ability to keep in contact with anyone.  Although I suspect most people thought we were hiding our extra heads or something even more hideous.  In actuality we belong to a thriving program where people actually do like us and you know what…we like them, too.
  • Boys need to run
  • Aspie’s need breaks
  • Aspie’s need to do most of their work orally
  • High need Border Collies don’t like to be alone all day
  • High need Iguana’s like a midday snack and pat on the head

ANNIVERSARY PRESENTS

And for our wedding anniversary my dear sweet husband fixed my bike. The one we paid way too much money for when we were first dating.  The one I hardly ever rode yet felt the need to drag around to the billion homes we have lived in since we were first married 12 years ago.  He gave me street tires, a new seat, new peddles, and a sturdy bike lock.  It has a cute little basket for carrying minimal amounts of groceries and library books.  And, I rode it today.  My first bike ride in a real city.

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Worrying about writing…

Just when I was worrying I ventured upon Miranda’s post on writing.  I feel that way, too. I think I’m projecting my worries on whether or not to continue to major in English on my 10 year old son.  Wait I’m projecting on my son, my worries.  My worries are being projected… or maybe that’s projectiled…which is how I feel when thinking about changing my mind.

I’m taking a beginning linguistics class focusing on grammar this upcoming quarter, just in case.  Just in case I want to stop feeling like such a dope when a professor mentions a high and mighty grammatical error.  I diagrammed hundreds of sentences growing up.  I should be able to play silly sentences with my child without telling him to make sure he picks one of those “green words.” (BTW, we have outgrown this game now and we are going to make up our own.  I figure we can print on colored paper or just outline the borders in a color for each part of speech.  And, perhaps I’ll improve my parts of speech knowledge along with them.)

It’s just that I don’t get a lot of comments about my lack of proper grammar.  Either they don’t notice or I’ve dazzled them with my superior abilities to keep the reader holding on for every last….

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