Homeschooling

Right now, with my son in first grade, I
love homeschooling.  I love being able to have our days
free -- to do something else, odd, interesting, wild or silly. 
I love doing all the things people do on the
weekends in the middle of the week without any crowds. 
I love exploring without time constraints.  I love unit studies. 
I love finding answers to my son's questions with him,
and finding that having questions makes for fun.  I love
watching him watch the world.  We can read and snuggle
all day.  I love learning that I can do this. 

Mea Culpa

I missed a few posts.  I was soooo
BUSY!  I went to a seder of 87 people, all
beloved family members.  I could have sworn that my dear
ancient Great-Aunt Gloria asked me to get her an iced
tea, so I rushed over to the hot tea and
an aunt I won't name stuck her hands into the
ice-water-filled pitcher to get ice for this dear old lady,
and proudly I presented it, with her choice of sugar
or Sweet'N'Low, and she said, "I have never drank tea
in my entire life!"  I guess my ears are going. 

Death

My dog witnessed the death of my father.  He used to act annoyed at her existence, but, as his death approached, she became an important presence for him.  In his final weeks he'd call her to come sit with him.  He'd stroke her hair and tell her secrets.  She may have felt him weakening.  She stopped barking in his presence.  She never chewed any holes in his oxygen cord.  After his death she'd get upset whenever I tried to lounge in bed and sniff my breath searching, perhaps, for the odor of death he gave off in the end.