1. Coming tomorrow (really, I mean it): pseudonyms! They’ll be up there in the sidebar. I got tired of working around my kids’ names, so here are the pseudonyms for the household occupants. Oldest daughter: Diva. Middle son: Crash. Youngest daughter: Empress. Yes, they can be sweet, loving, and nearly normal. But on most days, these nicknames are pretty apt.
2. Also coming soon is a nearly-bookshelf. I was having some serious blog-envy over the cool (and free) blog bookshelves by Shelfari. I really, really wanted one… unfortunately, for IT security reasons, WordPress does not currently allow them. Something about Facebook and other sites crashing for being too lenient in allowing certain types of code. *sigh* If you have a non-Wordpress blog, you might want to check them out. And I’ll have a “My Bookshelf” page up soon, under the Rules for Commenting.
3. Cut loose from school for a bit in between subjects while I did laundry and dishes, my kids ran upstairs to their big toy room. Diva stuck her head out the garage door, where I was on a step ladder trying to maneuver some cardboard boxes against the ceiling above my greenhouse pieces to be stored, to announce that I had to “come see this!” Oh oh. In a minute, in a minute… When I got upstairs, I found Diva surrounded by the big cardboard building blocks in a foot high, triangular fort. Crash and Empress were in a smaller pointy-ended construction, armed at the front end with two paper towel tubes.
What were they doing? “This is Fort McHenry, and that’s the pirate ship!” British ship, I corrected her. And what happened at Fort McHenry? “The flag was still flying!” supplied Crash. “Yeah, and that guy wrote ‘The Star Spageled Banner,’ ” added Diva. (She’s having trouble with the word “spangled”. Not exactly everyday vocabulary.) Wow… it really did sink in. Cool.
“Do I get to blow up the fort now?” That would be Crash, of course.
4. I got to see a movie in an actual theater for the first time in… probably since last summer. We went to see Pixar’s new movie Up. A little much for the kids at times, a little slow (and sad and sweet) at the beginning, but really good. Not sure I liked it as much as several of their other movies, but still worth seeing. My only other comment is… squirrel!
5. Jen on Conversion Diary wrote a while back about her efforts to live on a more reasonable schedule, including restricting herself to more-or-less daylight hours, instead of extending the workday forever because you can just flip on the lights. I’m not even going to say I’m trying to do that. But I was sitting outside admiring a beautiful thunderstorm approaching… and I heard a lawnmower going across the neighborhood lake. At 9 pm. With a thunderstorm directly overhead and rain starting to fall. Well, at least I’m doing better on my schedule than that person; it was still light enough to see what I was doing when I quit pulling weeds at 8:15 tonight. (and my husband is going to read this paragraph, eye me over the top of his computer and comment sardonically, “Pot… kettle.. all that stuff…”)
6. The garden is looking unusually organized. The wheat is almost ripe, the potato plants are huge, all of the tomato plants I started in the greenhouse are in (even if they aren’t doing very well), and the Three Sisters (corn, bean, pumpkins) experiment is growing like crazy. I even harvested the lavender this week. Now to figure out what to do with the grain… I have a wheat-weaving book from the library, but I want most of it to get eaten. Sadly, I’m not quite sure how to do that. Anybody have any recommendations on a grain grinder? (I’m gleaning conflicting opinions on stone vs. metal grinding surfaces. If you have one, I’d love to get some advice.)
7. Canning has begun. We went strawberry picking this past week. I still say the farmers should weigh children before and after picking, since there’s no stopping them from getting into the berries. I told the woman at the check out that; she laughed, said it was ok, and commented that if she started weighing kids, she’d have to weigh her husband every time he went out into the fields, too.
I would show you a picture of my lovely jars of strawberry jam, but *somebody* messed with my camera a while back, and it has finally succumbed to its injuries. More berry picking next week, this time destined for slicing and the freezer.
(Don’t forget to go visit Jen at Conversion Diary by clicking on the sticky note graphic up top!)