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  • Slithery Negotiations

    The end of a matter is better than its beginning…  


    Today, I’m thinking that Solomon was right. (Ecclesiastes 7:8)  Although I enjoy the start of a school year, the anticipation of being DONE is overwhelming. Actually, all the little bits and pieces to do around the house feel overwhelming, too. And what is it about grey, muggy days that makes it feel like the whole house is filthy and gross? 

    The next few weeks continue to be a frenetic carousel ride. Hop on a painted pony with me and see what’s flying by! 

    • The kids all need to finish their homeschool work. For Wit, that’s his 2,500 word paper on “Stupid Robert Frost.”  Make sure you do not confuse him with the regular Robert Frost.
    • Hunter has to do his 2,500 word on that [insert many varied adjectives here relating to politics, sexual preference, and more] Walt Whitman. He also has to read 10 more books. Did I mention this all must be done by June 17th?
    • LibbyK has to write a 750 word paper on the start of the Civil War and slavery. She’s a quick writer (and a good one), so I have little fears she will complete it. She also knows that if the paper is not done by Sunday, she will not be attending a sleepover. Extra motivation is a wonderful thing.
    • Gockle has to finish two health workbooks. These should go super-quickly for him.
    • Teacherperson has to finish the portfolios for all four of them. Go, me.

    And, in non-school bits:

    • Gockle is planning to babysit the 7th grade science class snake over the summer. We weren’t really thrilled with the idea of a snake (a bull python?), but after he wrote a persuasive letter to us, we just had to cave.  Here’s the letter written by 7th grade Gockle.



    Dear Mom and Dad,

    Ever since I was four, I have wanted a dog. And as you know I just got one. But she was too much of a hassle to keep. So we took her back but in an agreement that I would get a new pet for getting rid of Lucy. Well our mane idea for a pet was to get a cat. But we never got around to it. My problem is I would like a pet. The solution is Sid the snake. Sid the snake is the cardinal science room snake, and Mr. McAnnich has asked me to watch him over the summer.
    My first reason I want the snake is my siblings have other pets but I do not have one. As I said before you agreed that I would get another pet but I still do not have one. And Sid does not need that much taking care of, all you need to do is change his bedding and water every couple days. And feed him ever two weeks.
    My second reason I would want a snake is happiness, for both the snake and myself. I would be very much happier if I had a pet to have fun with. And with a snake I can guaranty that I will be a lot happier, hence forth having a good attitude. And on the snakes side there isn’t a place for Sid to stay over the summer. So if I take him in, I will be giving him a much needed home. In the words of Mahatma Gandhi, “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” That means if you are nice to the animals they will be nice to you.
    Now what you have said to me is that you don’t want a snake because it is basically a snake. But there is nothing wrong with this snake at least. He is not big enough to do any substantial damage to me.
    Now I would like to bring up some points. 1. This snake (if we get it) will have a home that it needs. 2. It will make me a lot happier, which will help in the long run.

    The Ghandi quote is what did it for me.  And the bit about “substantial damage.”

    Hey, this entry got too long. I’ll just have to tell you about the rest of my wildly exciting life tomorrow.

     

  • 2,500 Words from Finished

    Saturday night was Hunter’s graduation ceremony. There were eight homeschoolers who chose to participate.  We moms worked together to do the program, food, decorations, slide show, etc., and I think the ceremony went extremely well.

    The Homeschool Graduating Class of 2009



    Four generations!


    It was the first sunny day that we had in almost two weeks. Hunter invited a bunch of his friends over to play Ultimate Frisbee for the afternoon. 


    Yes, MJ has a hatchet and a file. Of course.


    Then, the Curwensville crowd arrived: Grammy Peep, PapaJohn, Grammy Norris, and Kay Kay.  My mom made almost all the food and even brought iced tea. (And I have leftover pasta salad in the fridge for my lunch today which is making me extremely happy.) Hunter just ate his tassel.



    We ate meatball sandwiches, pasta salad, beans, fruit,  and angel food cake with fruit toppings and didn’t even get to cut into the graduation cake.




    The cake must have felt the rejection, because anyone who got within four feet of it came away with some blue icing smeared somewhere on his person. “That wretched blue icing!”

    (We did finally cut the cake yesterday. It was delicious. And someone thought Hunter needed to be a pirate. Aaaarrrrggghh.)




    A number of people have asked me, “How does it feel to have your first one graduated?” The thing is, Hunter isn’t actually graduated yet. He has finals at the high school, a 2,500 word research paper on Walt Whitman to write, and about 10 more books to read (his homeschool diploma program requires 25 books a year to be read). In other words, that boy has a lot of work to do in the next week and a half! So, ask me again on June 18th, which is the day of their evaluations. Or, better yet, ask me July 1st once I have all the portfolios turned into the school district.

    I have a guess how I will feel–happy that I only have to do four portfolios next year!




  • Will Wonders Never Cease?

    Today, I actually got my Xanga Subscriptions emailed to me for the first time in two years, even though I’ve asked and asked in the past with no results. Now, if we could just miraculously have some milk in the fridge this morning. I was really craving Grape Nuts…

  • Hold the Fort, for I Am Posting

    This year, Little Miss and I didn’t do many field trips. Actually, we only did one: a combo trip to a cheese farm and to Fort Roberdeau.



    Fort Roberdeau (pronounced Robe-uh-dough, I think) was built during the Revolutionary War to protect the settlers in the area from being killed by Indians and British. It also protected the lead smelting works.  The original fort rotted away or whatnot, and it was rebuilt in 1976 for a touch of history.

    Little Miss was too busy running around with her friends and carrying LogCabinLady’s littlest one around to want to pose for pictures, so I had fun and just took shots for the sheer joy of it.


     

     

     

     

    I bet I’d just go crazy at Williamsburg.   If they’d let me. And, if I ever got there.

    In other news, a friend from England comes to visit us in less than two weeks. That’s spiffy. Wit wants a haircut, which is sort of like saying that a cat wants a bath.   TGD is off filming his first week of Teaching Company Algebra 1 lectures, and it’s going very well.  He takes particular pride in getting the total time of the lesson on 30 minutes exactly, not 29 minutes and 54 seconds (or whatnot).  Gockle is trying to talk his brother into sharing their bedroom with the 7th grade classroom python this summer. (Yes, a snake, a 2 foot snake.) So far, Wit is not buying it. I think he’s more of a Ravenclaw man.

  • Por-Por-Cha-Cha-Cha


    This entry is dedicated to The Piano Ninja, who rose from her bed of pain and suffering to call me on the phone to see why it had been a month since I had posted. You just can’t beat guilt like that.


    I’ve been trying to figure out why it is that I’ve not been blogging. I’ve been keeping up with Facebook status updates with no trouble. Yet, I’ve been left cold when it comes to reading and writing blogs.  I think it might partially be the feeling of “If I don’t comment on their blogs, why should I make them read mine?”  However, since no one is forcing anyone to read or comment, that’s a silly point. My only other guess is that when I am busy and don’t have time just to sit and think, I don’t write much.

    This morning, I woke up almost three hours earlier than I had planned, so I’ve got lots of extra time. Well, rephrase that. I should be tidying the house as it’s looking quite ragged, and Little Miss’s homeschool evaluator will be here in two hours.  Instead, I’m writing.

    What have we been up to here at Chez Sellers?  Bunches!  But, I’ll let some pictures do the talking.


    We had a few boards in need of replacing on our front porch. That Dog chewed those spots up and made the porch rather unsightly. We got some estimates to have someone come and repair it for us, but we really didn’t have the spare thousand or more dollars in labor that was quoted. So, I asked Wit to rip off half the porch and replace it. 


    I have discovered the merits of having a meticulous, perfectionistic future architect in the family. He’s doing a fabulous job–measuring carefully, hand cutting each board. It will take a fair bit of time, and it won’t be done before Hunter’s graduation on Saturday, but it WILL get done (Lord willing!).  


    And what was that I casually mentioned in the last paragraph? Graduation on Saturday?  Yes, Hunter has his homeschool graduation ceremony this Saturday.


    I’d like to say that he will graduate, but that’s not true. Until he writes his 2,500 word report on Walt Whitman, gives his speech on The Tower of London, and finishes reading 25 books, he won’t be finished with high school.

    Speaking of a handsome fellow in a tux, Sunday night Hunter and I went to Altoona to the Isaac Awards. These are–in essence–high school Tony Awards for four counties in PA. Hunter had been nominated as Best Supporting Actor for his role as Gaston in Beauty and the Beast.  Although he personally did not win, Beauty and the Beast took home a number of awards including Best Set Design, Best Production Number (Be Our Guest), 1st runner up for Best Actress, and Best Overall Musical.  Here’s a close up of some of the cast and crew on stage the night of the award ceremony.


    And even more tux tales (and the explanation for the cha-cha-cha).  Friday night was the Spring Ball. I got to be a chaperone and the official photographer (418 pictures, thank you very much!).   My dancing skills did not miraculously improve over the course of the year, but I still had a lovely time, as did the kids.


    ‘Tis I and Kristi (which is more fun if you say “Krist-eye”)

    Gockle has mad dance skills and fulfilled all three of his goals: to dance every dance from the time he was allowed (waiters had to wait until 9:00 to dance), to dance with every woman he knew, and to dance with someone he didn’t know. I am not sure how dancing with C fit into those admirable plans.

    Oh, gosh. I have pictures of them as tiny babies slumped on the couch next to each other. Awwww.

    Wit enjoyed the dance, too.



    Perhaps I will force myself to keep to writing an entry every few days. Perhaps not.  But either way, thanks for reading!



  • Letters

    Letters looped on the loom of language
    Woven into words
    Strung into sentences
    Treadled into tales.

    It’s rainy again today, which is no problem, as we apparently are six inches of rain below where we ought to be.  I can see that rain + fertilizer = healthy grass. And rain +  rain + seldom home = no opportunity to mow lush, long grass.    (Oh, can you tell I’ve been working on typing math lectures for The Teaching Company?)

    I read a book, Aunt Dimity’s Death, which really has me thinking about my insipid letter writing skills. One of the bits of the novel is that the two deceased “main” characters wrote letters to each other for 40 years. After reading one of the letters, Bill (another character) says, “No wonder your mother treasured this friendship. Can you imagine getting letters like that all the time?”  Yes, I write a lot of letters. But, are they worthy letters?  And the same with my blog–is it worthwhile?

    What the letters in the novel had, which mine often do not, were gentle, humorous recountings of ordinary events.  I think that I don’t give the mundane it’s due.  Today I shall.

    Mary Goes to Wal-Mart


    It was that time of week again–no milk, no shampoo, no Milano cookies. It was time for a trip to Wal-Mart.  After church, I called home for any last minute purchase ideas. TGD held up the phone to a chorus of “Get gum! Aren’t we out of milk? Mom, can you pick up folders for me?”  Thankfully, I didn’t wreck the van while holding the phone to my ear and scribbling down all these requests, the steering wheel doubling as a writing desk.

    Our Wal-Mart is being reorganized, which means that everything is moved around. Do you want vitamins? Half of them are where they used to be, and the other half is moved to its new home.  Somehow the Comet and Ajax didn’t make the move at all and have been missing from the shelves for about three weeks. My toilets are sad.

    Generally, I like Wal-Mart, even in its disheveled (dis-shelve-eled) state. However, I’m growing rather annoyed by one unexpected feature of this move–static electricity.  Whenever I walk through the grocery and toiletries section, I build up a nasty static charge so that every time I get an item from a shelf, I give myself a severe shock.  I’ve even had to develop a system where I touch the shelf with the side of my hand (where the shock doesn’t hurt as badly).

    And then I found ten dollars.

    See? I’ll never be an Aunt Dimity.

  • HA HA HA HA HA HA!

  • No Time to Stand and Stare

    Leisure

    by William Henry Davies

    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.
    No time to stand beneath the boughs
    And stare as long as sheep or cows.
    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
    No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance.
    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began.
    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    I have not been standing and staring much, hence my absence of Xanga posts and of reading yours. Perhaps later? Until then, Mayday! Mayday!  Er, happy May Day.

    Random shot from last weekend–the cast of As You Like It.

  • Manly Preposition

    By Morris Bishop…

    I lately lost a preposition:
    It hid, I thought, beneath my chair.
    And angrily I cried: “Perdition!
    Up from out of in under there!”

    Correctness is my vade mecum,
    And straggling phrases I abhor;
    And yet I wondered: “What should he come
    Up from out of in under for?”

    It’s also Leonardo da Vinci’s birthday today.  In honor of him, I’m going to stand funny and see if anyone notices.