We’re doing a series of summer sessions, growing a new homeschool community, and it’s been fun to see the kids interact in groups again. Wow, is it mayhem! Just general excitement to see their friends again each week and explore new topics.
A Kansas/Missouri visit in the full of summer makes for tired, sweaty people. We haven’t done this for two years, however, and so we entered into our travels with enthusiasm. After all, it was Grandma Carole’s 75th birthday!
It’s a joy to see freed birds strut across the yard, their feathered bottoms tipping up as they peck around. Even now, three entire flocks later, I haven’t tired of keeping them.
I don’t know if it’s simply reactive, a post-Covid leaving of the space we were forced to inhabit for a year, but we’ve been far busier than expected this particular year.
I tuck myself away in my room to read a book, braking for interruptions. I wake early and drink tea over my journal, writing away frustrations so they don’t cross over into resentment. I walk each morning to move my body, my brain into calmer space.
I’ve read every word Bardugo’s set into print and will continue to follow the Grisha as long as she’s writing them. So much care goes into each character’s formation, a full rotation of physicality and emotions, and yet the story arc doesn’t slow.
We were only home for three days this past week. Sigh. Poor planning, really. But there wasn’t anything I’d skip. Happy summer!
It’s summah! Park, swim, eat, play, pet, visit, catch – go go go!
A week away, breathing and swimming in the mountain air, with our a 500-square-foot rustic cabin to hide in from the hail equals some pretty zen kids and parents.