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Come and Go Sweater

I swear I’m gonna finish this sweater over the weekend if it’s the last thing I do!

I started it in May. It went along fairly well except for the popcorn sections, which I kept getting hung up on (they take forever!). I finally finished the last sleeve, and at the moment I am working on the buttonbands.

I am so looking forward to football season with lots of time spent sitting on the couch knitting. I think one day each weekend this fall is going to be devoted to nothing but knitting and football. I can hear the theme music now…

Knitting is good for the soul.

The Sidewalk

If someone parked in the middle of the road, blocking it completely, and then when you asked them to please move, as obviously they were blocking the right of way, they tartly told you to use the next street over…would that not be rude and inconsiderate of them?

The sidewalk is for pedestrians as the street is for cars.

Pedestrians should not have to randomly cross the street to use the ‘other sidewalk’ just because some inconsiderate fool has either parked their car across the sidewalk or is running their sprinkler so that anyone walking across that stretch of sidewalk gets wet.

It really isn’t that difficult of a concept to understand, is it?

This morning on my walk, someone had set their sprinkler in the middle of the sidewalk, and I had to walk up into the middle of their front yard to get around it. And when I mentioned to him that the sidewalk was for pedestrians, not sprinklers, he growled at me to use the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

I have to weave all over town every morning to avoid walking past houses where people have automatic sprinklers that they just HAVE to run early in the morning while everyone is out exercising. I mean, really, if you want to have automatic sprinklers that also sprinkle the sidewalk, run them at 4 a.m. when nobody cares.

But people just don’t get that.

And we have an obesity epidemic in America where one third of Americans are obese and another third are overweight. Clearly none of these people use the sidewalk or they might have a clue.

Maybe.

What do we have sidewalks for, anyway?

I Miss Blogging

It’s not that I’ve been too busy.

Well, I have been busy. Three kids, homeschooling, working from home, and all that does keep one busy.

But it’s not so much that I’ve been busy. It’s that I feel guilty.

Yes, that’s it. Guilty for blogging.

I work from home doing technical editing for knitting designers. I don’t do it full-time or anything. But I am subject to the ebb and flow of my designers motivation. Every morning I get up and check my email, knowing I may see more work in my email inbox. On one hand, that is good – I have work to do, which means extra cash that pads our budget a little. On the other hand, it means work to do, and guilt if I’m not doing it.

I know my designers don’t expect me to be working on patterns 24 hours a day. But if I’ve been blogging (instead of editing), it’s like they KNOW I’ve been doing something else. I’m even that way somewhat about my knitting. Down time is essential, but I feel guilty for taking it in certain ways.

I’ve gone back to my knitting. In fact, I’m making myself knit every day. I’m so much happier when I do. There are so many other ways that I fool around in order to have down time that I could totally cut out. I want to spend less time on those things and more time on the things I love. I want to take more pictures, knit more sweaters, write more blog posts.

Down time is down time, and we all need it. Can I successfully convince myself of that?

Why We Homeschool

When people ask me why we homeschool, my answer is simple: I was homeschooled for my first year of school, and it was the most fun year of school I had until I got to college.

That’s not to say I had a bad education. Every single day of my education from grade school through college was spent in private school.(1) Good private schools. I got good grades. Scored well on achievement tests. Had lots of opportunities in things I did well – like music.

At the same time, there were lots of things I didn’t do, due to the constraints of a classroom. My grade school years were spent in multi-grade classrooms. My class was one of the more sparse years. I was either the only one in my grade or had one other person with me. [Other classes had a half dozen students or more.]

My teachers made out an assignment sheet every week, and every day I sat down and worked through my assigned work. No one ever explained any of my assignments to me because I was done with them before they ever had a chance. Many days I was done with my homework by 10:00, which meant that the rest of the day – except for recess – I had nothing to do. The rules were that I had to stay in my seat and be quiet. I read a lot of books. And I spent a lot of hours sitting in my seat being quiet.

Steve’s favorite part of grade school was recess. He went to public school for his grade school years, a private high school, and then a public university. In grade school, they tried to put him in an extra class for gifted students once. The only problem? It was during recess. He told his mom they wouldn’t let him go out to recess any more, and she got him released from the gifted class. His recollection of grade school is that he already knew what they taught him before they taught it to him, if you know what I mean.

It wasn’t until I was in the tenth grade and went away to boarding school that I had homework that I didn’t get completed during school. There were 92 students in my graduating class, so it was a much larger school that I had attended during my grade school years. We attended classes every day and then had study hall in the dorms at night. I took honors classes, even though the teachers didn’t think kids from little schools like mine should be in honors classes, and I did quite well. I had a B+/A- grade average when I graduated, which would have been higher had I applied myself a little more. But I was accustomed to sloughing off and didn’t see the need to work any harder than I had to. My sister, who went to the same schools I did, was a National Merit Scholar. I never took the PSAT (because the college I intended to go to only required the ACT) so perhaps I might have been one, too.

Now college was a whole new experience. Finally I could take classes that interested me rather than drumming through what everyone had to do. The college I went to had the most wonderful honors classes. They combined history with literature. Arts with science and religion. I hadn’t really cared for those subjects before, but when seen in light of each other, I found them fascinating. I took German, which I’d wanted to learn since I was a little kid. I was pre-med(2) so I took all the basic science classes. And I majored in Humanities, which was basically an interdisciplinary liberal arts major. I loved my classes, and I loved learning.

So now I’m a mom. Before Ben reached school age, somehow I learned about The Well Trained Mind and read it. I was hooked. My kids wouldn’t dally their days away at school sitting in their desk quietly waiting for everyone else to finish their homework. If they already knew something, they could move on and learn something else. We could go on field trips and learn things first hand (vs through a textbook). And when they were done with school, they could go out and play.

Steve wasn’t so enthused initially. But when I talked about teaching our children Latin in grade school, he started to get excited. His specialty is science, and learning all of those scientific names would have been so much easier if he had learned Latin. He took two years of Spanish in high school (just like everybody else) and he never uses it. And the thing about learning Latin – when you go on to learn another language later on, it’s like learning a band instrument after learning how to play the piano: you already know the basics so it’s much easier to learn.(3)

Now here we are. Last winter (2008) I gradually began homeschooling Ben to see if it was going to work for us like I had hoped. Last summer I submitted our paperwork and we became official homeschoolers. Now, with a year of homeschooling under my belt, I am loving it more than ever. We are doing so many fun things that I never got to do in school, things that I would have loved if someone had taken the time to do them with me. If Ben were enrolled in our local public schools (which get very high reviews by the people who live in our town), he would be home around 3:15 every day. As a homeschooled kid, his day is his own after 11:00 every morning. When you hear what we cover in school every day, it will be clear that he is being challenged academically.

In life, whenever we make a choice to do A, we are making a choice not to do B. With education, the choice may be between two public schools, between public school and private school, or between public or private school and homeschool. Yes, there are things that can be done in a group setting that cannot necessarily be done in a home setting, but there also things that can be done in a home setting that can never be done in a group setting. We have chosen an individualized education for our children, and for us, it is working very well.

Heidi over at Mt. Hope Chronicles was my inspiration as I was building our curriculum piece by piece last winter. She gives her reasons for homeschooling here: I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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1Well, save that one summer class – Organic Chemistry – that I took at a public university.

2Until that ill-fated Organic Chemistry class I took at the public university.

3Unless, of course, you decide to learn a non-Latin based language like Chinese, and then you would be starting all over again.

Ready, Set, Roll!

Outside my window…the sun is shining and the wind is blowing softly. A robin is hunting for worms underneath the neighbor’s tree.

I am thinking…how wonderful it is to slow down for a week while we enjoy Spring Break.

I am thankful for…another year which my Creator has granted me.

From the learning rooms…we are reading Benjamin Franklin by Ingri and Edgar Parin D’Aulaire during our break.

From the kitchen…Cheese Enchiladas for supper last night. Secret ingredient? Colby Jack cheese. It melts perfectly. I’m picky about that with my cheese enchiladas. Even restaurants don’t always please me.

I am wearing…my Birks that I bought when Ben was a baby. I had them resoled recently, so I should be wearing them for another six years, right?

I am creating…a sweater for myself. Take 3 on this one, but I swear I’m going to finish it this time. Gauge and I finally have an understanding on this one.

I am going…to work on planning my garden today. This book is set to arrive in about an hour (via amazon.com), and later this week when we go to town, I want to buy seeds.

I am reading…How We Die by Sherwin B. Nuland. It goes back to the library tomorrow. I am almost done. Next on the list, Intensive Care: A Doctor’s Journal by John F. Murray, M.D. Just finished Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe: I read a lot of missionary stories about African tribes when I was a kid – very interesting to read a story from the perspective of the people rather than the missionary.

I am hoping…the weather will get warmer and warmer and warmer. We are so ready to spend time outdoors again.

I am hearing…the sound of my boys playing cheerfully downstairs and Caroline cooing as she wakes up.

Around the house…toys are strewn everywhere. Time for the boys to go outside.

One of my favorite things…my iPod. Public radio is campaigning this week, so I’ve been listening to some old favorites on my iPod instead.

A few plans for the rest of the week: to celebrate my birthday this week, I am making all of my favorite foods. In fact, this may continue on into next week before I get everything on my list made. For lunch today: Hot Spinach & Artichoke Dip. Mmmmm, my favorite!

Finally, a favorite picture:

Expressions

Simple Woman’s Daybook inspired by http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/

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