If you do what you have always done, you will get what you have always had.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Coming in the air

I wrote a while back about possible changes after this school year. In my head, I have known that Vicky wanted to go to high school, and the chances that she'll change her mind seem to decrease every day. I'm OK with that; there are some days I wish she was already there! There are other things on the horizon for both of us. It's almost like watching a plant grow. At first you can't see anything but dirt. Then there's a little green shoot, which grows into a stalk with some little bumps. The bumps become the leaves and the bud and, finally, the flower opens.

Right now we're at the dirt stage. There's nothing to see, but you know it's there. The only catch is that I'm not entirely sure what it is. It's like I planted a wildflower mix. Maybe I'll get daisies or Queen Anne's lace, or maybe I'll get ragweed. It's hard to say, but I know it's there, waiting for the sun to warm the earth.

I'm certainly no stranger to 'wait and see.' We lived in that mode for a few years. I'm pretty sure my seed mix includes writing more seriously than I can right now. I'm also pretty sure I've got some herbalist classes in there, and some gardening. Time to sew and crochet would be nice, as would some dedicated music time. I only have three instruments waiting for me, with a potential for one or two more.

I'm looking forward to the changes. I'm incredibly blessed that I can devote these years to my family without having to squash it all in around a full-time day job. Most women don't have that luxury these days. As much as I'm looking forward to quiet hours at home, though, I'm not in a big hurry for them to come. I'm content to water my dirt occassionally and make sure it's getting enough light. This is time with my child that I won't get back. We have work to do to make sure she transitions to high school easier than her brother did. In some areas we have a lot of work to do. But we have field trips and lunches out, too. When the Friday classes are over, she'll come back to interning at the restaurant occassionally. Soon she'll have limited choices about what she wants to study. For now, she can notice her heart beat, wonder why it's a little faster than usual, and turn it into a science project. I think I'll miss homeschooling next year.


Monday, October 09, 2006


I had big plans for this weekend. OK, not big, but three days off offered big possibilities. I planned to get some sewing done, maybe some grocery shopping and cooking for the freezer. I was thinking of people I could call who might have leaves I could rake for compost.

The best laid plans pave the road to Hell. That's almost where I ended up. I got sidelined by a migraine. I hate when that happens. Instead of a clean house, a full freezer, and a pile of hemming to do, I accomplished next to nothing. I retreated upstairs when the kids' friends came over. Teens are amazingly loud.

On the plus side, I got a wireless keyboard for my PDA. It’s easier to use than I thought it would be, and I should be able to get some writing done away from home without having to lug the laptop around.

Hopefully the residual effects of the weekend will wear off before tomorrow. Vicky and I are taking a field trip. Driving in the city when I’m muzzy-headed is not my idea of a good time.