Little Miss is doing a rolling start on some of her classes, even though the Thompson Family Academy doesn’t officially start until September 1st (as God and J.K. Rowling intended). She actually started her online Latin class last week, but today was a really big day for her–and for me. Today I dropped her off at a local university model school for biology. While she has been taking orchestra at that school for the past two years, this felt different. This felt big. This felt like I should curl up and with her baby blanket and weep.
Behold! The Freshman!
The rest of the clan took a field trip to Hobby Lobby. Behold! Their stuff! Satchmo assembling his brush robot. Hopefully it can take care of the hole punch malfunction decorating our floor. (Listen, I’m a hot mess and so is my house. There’s no use trying to hide it.)
Bulldozer posing and pretending to assemble his tin can robot, because we have to wait til dad brings home a tin can to complete it.
And Sprite doing what she’s done all summer: listening to audio books and crotcheting like crazy.
I’ve still got more than a week before we officially start. Hopefully I’ll have that hole punch confetti up by then. Right now I’m going to adjust to being the mother of a high school student.
A passage that came to mind while yielding for pedestrians in the parking lot, from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis:
I think I warned you before that if your can’t be kept out of the Church, he ought to at least be violently attached to some party within it. I don’t mean on really doctrinal issues; about those, the more lukewarm he is the better. And it isn’t the doctrines on which we chiefly depend for producing malice. The real fun is working up hatred between those who say ‘mass’ and those who say ‘holy communion’ when neither party could possibly state the difference between, say, Hooker’s doctrine and Thomas Aquinas’, in any form which would hold water for five minutes. And all the purely indifferent things–candles and clothes and what not– are an admirable ground for our activities. We have quite removed from men’s minds what that pestilent fellow Paul used to teach about food and other unessentials–namely, that the human without scruples should always give in to the human with scruples. You would think they could not fail to see the application. You would expect to find the ‘low’ churchman genuflecting and crossing himself lest the weak conscience of his ‘high’ brother should be moved to irreverence, and the ‘high’ one refraining from these exercises lest he should betray his ‘low’ brother into idolatry. And so it would have been but for our ceaseless labour. Without that the variety of usage within the Church of England might have become a positive hotbed of charity and humility.
The message my brain was sending . . . don’t run people down with your scruples? What do you think?
Lots of kids–homeschool, private school, public school, whatever else school there is (submarine school?)–are back to school this week or next. We’re holding on to summer as long as we can, even though Little Miss started one on-line class last week and starts a class at private school this week. This is the last full week of the pool being open, and we are going to enjoy every last drop of this summer or die trying.
Very light links because I’ve got to get to the pool!
Looking to learn a language? This looks interesting.
A teacher and mom’s perspective on online public schooling. I’ve always been a wary of K-12 type schools. They seem to combine the weakness of both worlds. Not that can’t work for some people. To each his own, and all that jazz.
Interesting video charting culture movement over time.
A nice compilation of cheese and alcohol combinations. If someone wanted to make me that margarita cheesecake that would be awesome.
It’s not shocking to me that someone would lie about an American icon, it’s just frustrating how willingly people are to believe the lie. Rockwell biographer is a lying liar who lies a lot. (Award winning!)
Eenie meanie minie moe, catch an armadillo by the toe. Some people have gophers, Texans have armadillo.
I’m going to try to plant a fall garden. Emphasis on try. I thought you all should know. Resources for fall gardening in Texas here and here. The Farmer’s Almanac has a nifty tool for best planting dates in your area. (Yes, I am crazy. Why do you ask?)
Shut up, hussy.
Let’s do this!
Today, our daughters get smart phones. Or smartish phones. While we’re not quite Amish, we tend to be late adopters when it comes to technology and our kids. Of course, compared to some of our friends, we’re cutting edge. I guess it’s all in the eye of the beholder.
We’ve drawn up a contract using this ladies work of art as a guide. We’ve had lots of discussions. We’ll probably have more discussions. There will probably be a couple of fights, confiscations, reworking of the agreement, etc. So far it’s just a phone, not social media. I’m still very wary about social media for teens, primarily because I’m friends with some teens on Facebook and Twitter, and bless their hearts they can do some dumb things.
For a lot of reasons, I think this will be a good thing–not the least of which is that Cozi and other household/school management apps will be easier if they have smart phones. And I want them to mess up while we can help them right the ship. But I also know that kids don’t always have the judgement skills that keeps them from making the outstandingly stupid decisions that can ruin their whole lives. So handing them a smart phone is a little like handing them a loaded gun. They are smart and wise for their age, but their age isn’t all that wise to begin with.
Hoo boy. This is gonna be fun.
If you have kids, when did you give them/plan to give them smartphones? When did you get your first smartphone?
I took Keaggy into the vet because his back leg is swollen and weird looking, although he’s walking fine on it. X-rays revealed that it’s cancer of his bone and joint. At 17, none of the long-term treatments are feasible–amputation or chemotherapy. Right now, he isn’t walking funny, he’s eating, sleeping, and peeing on random things the same as always. We’re giving him some shots that will hopefully help him stay mobile longer and will treat his pain as it presents. (Diagnosing pain in cats is hard, but a big clue will be when he stops walking on that leg.) But ultimately, this is the beginning of our goodbye.
And it really sucks.
One of my favorite Superbowl commercials happens to be an excellent metaphor for my life right now.
Right now I’m trying to get everything ready we can start the school year strong after Labor Day. Except we never really quit the last school year. We have just over two weeks to get through the last half of the 20th century and cover the entire western half of the US in geography. (Fortunately, that’s just 14 states. Still.) Little Miss has also been doing extra work so that she can join an online Latin 2 class, so she’s actually looking forward to the slower pace of the regular school year
A lot of homeschoolers say they school all year because then they don’t have to waste time reviewing, and they can take shorter breaks throughout the year. And that is all true. But it’s also because some of us (well, me) are constantly behind. Rationally, I know public schools never cover the entire curriculum and leave some things undone or skip some things. But even though I’m getting better at it, there’s still that annoying little voice that screams, “Gaps in their education! GAPS!” Ugh, I hate that guy.
I also have a bunch of extra meetings and training for some enrichment classes we’re taking at the private school. So finish up, get ready for homeschool, get ready for extra classes, sign up for all the extra-curriculars, buy all the stuff required for these endeavors, and feed and clothe the family to boot. I’m a little frazzled, so right now the kids are watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks as part of their World War II history covering the Battle of Britain. Don’t judge me. (Or do, I’m too busy to notice.)
So . . . are you ready for the new school year?
And it’s good to be home. Oh, Texas, I love you.
“Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word” – Author John Steinbeck.
Pardon the blurry picture. My battery was dying, and Jack was not happy to be posing and was fidgety. He had Texas grass to smell!
Speaking of Texas, Oklahoma based Braums has registration for their reading program through September 12. (Nobody does non-sequiturs like Texans.)
Like most of America, I was heartbroken to hear Robin Williams died. I grew up on Mork and Mindy, and it still makes me laugh. He’s known for making us laugh, but a great deal of his work had a tinge of heartbreak in it, and often much more than a tinge. But even those performances that made you cry–Patch Adams or Dead Poets Society–also made you laugh.
There are those who think there is undue attention being paid to one man, especially when there are so many hurting and being killed throughout the world. I don’t think honoring and grieving this loss negates other losses. And Robin Williams gave us so much of himself in his performance that we feel like we knew him. This feels personal. It doesn’t mean other lives have less value because I feel this loss more.
The other part of the outcry I think is that world has lost an amazing person because depression is a lying jerk. So let me get preachy for just a minute because I love you. Well, I like you a whole lot. Mental illness is a disease just like any other disease. if you have the flu or cancer or whatever, you get medical help. Please, if your heart or mind is sick or hurting, help is available. It’s not shameful to get treatment for cancer and it’s not shameful to get treatment for a mental illness. Please call the suicide prevention hotline at 1-800-273-8255 or visit their website. Or call your doctor or a friend or someone. It’s okay to be not okay, and it’s okay to need help.
End of mini-sermon.
Mediate has a good collection of the “best of Robin Williams.” What’s your favorite?