This week went far too fast. It's been very hot here, yet Fall is approaching and the girls started up school again (3rd and 1st grades) and that has been great for all of us. Back when my kids were babies, I thought I might be a home-schooling mama, but..alas...NO. It would not have been good for them or us. When you know, you know. Luckily we have a fantastic public school less than two blocks away, smack dab in the middle of our cute little neighborhood. The teachers we have been blessed to have thus far are just great and both our girls love their school. We walk to and fro everyday. It's lovely.
It's great to see my kids love school because I didn't like going to school as a kid and neither did Brad. My husband remembers kids being outright smacked in elementary class! And I remember several of my grade school teachers going into the "teacher lounge" and coming out smelling weird. I realized later on it was the smell of hard alcohol. (And sometimes pot as well.) So yes. Times have changed in the standards of education. It's not all perfect out there and I do get that, but our school is something to be thankful for. Thank goodness. As long as I pack a home lunch everyday, which I very much do (and they don't eat in the cafeteria- UGH!) I think school is a pretty healthy place for them to be.
For me it means hours of free time every week and it has been SO good for my brain. Knowing my kids are safe down the block at school, I had time to clean up my studio (kind of) and start digging into projects that needed digging into. Working on the crowd-funding video for the album (that's brad with the camera getting ready to shoot some footage) and boy, I sure do hope it turns out good. It's been a lot of work. We are now learning the tough video editing program Premiere (Brad is, actually), and I am also re-doing my old music website. It's good work, though. We forge on.
Also in the news: Miss Amma, our 6 month old lab puppy, thought that one of our escaped hens was a toy the other evening. If we had been a moment later we would have lost the hen but she has stoically survived with some extra care on our part and has re-joined the flock now. She is a little shell-shocked, so to speak. But luckily, hens are pretty resilient birds. A bottle of fish fertilizer, however, has not survived a similar attack. Imagine a white dog with an open quart of fish emulsion fertilizer. Half of the contents on her, and half inside her, she wandered around the yard barfing. I was speechless. That's a photo of her after she ate some of her fertilizer barf. (Yes. What a thoughtful thing of her to do.) I thought she must be pretty sick from this whole ordeal. Actually, I was kind of hoping she was just sick enough to keep her out of trouble for 5 minutes. But, next time I turned around she had destroyed a couple flip flops, a roll of toilet paper, a yogurt container, a jumprope and was headed off to the coop to either A) eat chicken shit or B) wait for an chicken to fly out of the run. Puppy anyone?
One more thing: this book. Loved it! I found it to be a teeny tiny bit slow here and there...but I find most books to be slow at some point, if only for a little bit. Anyway, I only have time to read right before I go to bed and I just am so sad when I finish a good book. Anyone have a recommendation for me? Something not too heavy would be perfect. Thanks!