Outside my window...
Rosie running on the banks of Lake Michigan during our extended weekend.
I am thinking...
about my Aunt Dot who is 96 years old. Rosie is named for her so when they get together we have Aunt Dot, and Rosie Dot. I saw her for the first time in a wheelchair this weekend. My cousin sent it to her and it is certainly a nice one. I certainly understand that with the passage of time it's to be expected that at her age, she would need a wheelchair. It still surprised me a little bit.
As we were leaving town, we dropped by Aunt Dot's house to drop off something. There was a woman working in the flower garden - it looked as if she might be weeding. I thought maybe it was one of Aunt Dot's daughters, or perhaps a neighbor or friend. But when we pulled in the woman stood up and it was indeed Aunt Dot. She may need a wheelchair from time to time now, but she still looks like a woman 20 or more years younger when she's working in her own garden! Aunt Dot has always been one of my role models and heroes.
I am thankful...
I'm thankful that Mr. Pete and our three youngest kids could go to the 68th (or 69th - I think we aren't exactly sure which) family reunion with me. And I am so grateful that I was raised to appreciate my extended family and that this reunion was such an important part of my childhood.
In the kitchen...
Ugh - another hot week - Probably more grilling and simple foods.
I am wearing...
Black capris, pink T-shirt, and socks. I have a lot of laundry to do from the long weekend.
I am pondering...
A couple of weeks ago I got this comment in my page on Childbirth. So since the commenter left her phone number, I called her back. I think probably many of you might know of Jeanne Stark. She's a little infamous on Catholic blogs, but I was a little surprised to hear from her. I'm not exactly a "mommy blogger" per se any more.
Any way, I called her back. Here's what I learned - despite all the bluster and bravado on line, Jeanne was really nice to talk to. We actually had a very pleasant conversation. Jeanne blogged about it here.
Now, my take on some of what we discussed is a little different -
- The reason I started homeschooling my first born in the first place is here.
- The relative threatened in the parking lot by a disgruntled parent was my mother. That was the event that made my mother decide that it was time to get out of teaching after 29 years. I mean honestly - when the parents start blocking you in the parking lot and start screaming in your face, maybe you can do something better with your time. Mom chose to retire.
- The "gasp" Jeanne thinks she heard when she told me that they don't advocate homeschooling at Franciscan University was probably more a laugh cut short.
Kimberly Hahn - wife of the famous theology professor at Franciscan University, Scott Hahn, was one of my early homeschool influences. I also found this on the Franciscan University web site:
Franciscan University encourages students who have been homeschooled to apply for admission. Homeschooled students must meet the regular criteria above for high school seniors.
- I also told her about my son's good experiences with running on the high school running teams and that my daughter ran for a middle school team, and that we were part of a co-op, but I'm not sure she heard that. This is not fear. It's freedom.
But all and all it was a nice conversation and I think if I get into any other internet disagreements, I might ask to talk it out on the phone because this really was a good experience.
I am going...
- to walk or work out every day with Pfilates . I have to include some arm work out with this.
- to cut my carbs via the Wheat Belly Total Health: The Ultimate Grain-Free Health and Weight-Loss Life Plan recommendations.
- Find some way to keep Miss C. occupied for the rest of the summer.
- Prepare my notification for homeschooling.
- See Rosie race on Thursday.
I am reading...
Izzy-Junior - heading into senior year!A quote to share...
- American History 2 The roaring 20s!
- American Government in Christian Perspective (A Beka)
- Art Class
“It's supposed to hurt - that's how you know it meant something!”
― Rick Elice
Some of my favorite things...
A picture to share...
The angels at St. Joseph in Michigan.