I’ve continued with Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and on the theme of being. Self-consciousness, however, does hinder the experience of the present. It is the one instrument that unplugs all the rest. So long as I lose myself in a tree, say, I can scent its leafy breath or estimate its board feet of lumber,…
FOR TODAY Outside my window… it’s getting dark and the weather is wonderful. Open windows in August!I am thinking… about tomorrow’s school day.I am thankful… for our town. I really love living here and all the fun things that are available to do.In the kitchen… M-girl is planning tomorrow night’s dinner – Grilled Chicken with…
Ah. There’s nothing like a full five day week of lessons to continue in the swing of things. We did Circle Time five days (I plan for four in a week). We accomplished all the work I had planned (well, as of this writing M-girl still has a chapter of Anne of Green Gables to…
I’m reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard (for the time being, we’ll see how long I stick with it). I can’t decide whether I like it or I find it pretentious (which will probably determine how long I stick with it). I do like this section, so post it here: If I can’t…
FOR TODAY Outside my window… it feels like September.I am thinking… about school starting in 10 minutes.I am thankful… that we’re getting back on our regular schedule after the past couple of months.In the kitchen… I cleaned it up this morning. The dishwasher needs run.I am wearing… jeans (in July! Unheard of!) and a purple…
Huge sigh. So glad this week is done! It wasn’t a bad week. It started out as a pretty good week. Somewhere along the way I lost a day. Suddenly on Wednesday it wasn’t Tuesday. Don’t you hate that? Or am I the only one that happens to? Monday and Tuesday were pretty complete days….
The first entry is this poem from E. Nesbit’s The Phoenix and the Carpet. The Phoenix and the Carpet” is dedicated to her “dear godson, Hubert Griffith and his sister, Margaret” and the poem is as follows: Dear Hubert, if I ever found A wishing carpet lying round, I’d stand upon it, and I’d say…