Archive for July, 2009

Her favorite place to be these days.

creek-catching-fish

Summer. At last.

What a long, strange spring it was here. Seriously. I think it’s the coolest, wettest spring on record. And now, here we are, approaching mid-July already, and temps are still in the 70’s and 80’s here.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I love the cool, dry air. And the garden I’ve started has loved it, too. But for most of June, it was hard to remember that it actually IS summer.

We’ve about finished all our work for the year, except for the few things we keep working on year-round, like reading. And summer math. Summer math is just fun workbooks I buy the kids and let them play at it. It’s a fun way to review, and I get a break from actually teaching math, so everyone’s happy. And we’ve got a little bit of history to finish up, but it’s no crime to just let it go, either. Both girls say they want handwriting practice this summer, so I need to come up with something on that, I guess.

We submitted all our paperwork and portfolios to the district without any hitches this year. And I’ve already gotten letters from them saying we’re good to go. So, THAT’S all done. Except I keep forgetting to go get the portfolio back. I’d better get on that….. soon….

Next year’s books have already arrived, but I won’t let anyone start yet. We need some time off, I say to them. We’ll start that in August. Mid-August.

The pool finally warmed up, and the girls swim in the afternoons now. And they help in the garden. And they argue with each other and then play nicely 15 seconds later. And they eat a lot of ice pops. And they’re doing the Summer Reading Program at the library, so we’re always popping in there for prizes and free books. Pretty good deal. There’s a little art museum right next to the library. They’ve got exhibits outside that change from time to time. We like to wander through there and see what’s out. I’m considering a membership to the museum so that we could also meander through the indoor galleries and then stop for a cool drink at the little cafe. It would add a little something extra to our library trips.

We also discovered a used bookstore in town, and once I figure out the parking situation, we’ll make that a regular stop. If I can find an ice cream parlour within walking distance of it, there’d be no stopping us.

My 8-year-old is pushing for a dog now, so she’s busy taking care of a dog stuffed animal this summer. My  6-year-old was quick to imitate her. We often take the stuffed dogs out for an evening stroll down by the creek, where there are wild raspberries and wineberries growing like mad. We pick the ripe ones that the birds missed and head on towards the little wood bridge to see if the water’s high enough for a game of Pooh Sticks. Which it usually isn’t. But it’s a pretty walk to the bridge. Sometimes there are rabbits.

If we don’t go to the creek, we hang out in the yard. Or work in the garden. Pictures of the garden are coming soon, by the way. My camera battery is recharging right now, so I can’t upload yet. But, soon, you’ll see what’s kept me away from the computer so much this spring. Other than teaching my 6-year-old to read, that is.

I seem to be catching up on some sleep these days too. I sleep till almost 8:00 and then sit with coffee for an hour before I make anyone get dressed. It was an exhausting year, I guess. And now I’m feeling very lazy. Summertime lazy.

We’ve got no real plans, no big vacations this year, but I kinda like the way it’s going so far.

Hell, I might even find the time to actually BLOG. Or something. 😉

Let’s hear it for lazy summers.


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