Elena 
Outside my window…
It’s cross country season!
I am thinking…
about Noah starting school tomorrow, and so grateful that we won’t have to pay anything out of pocket.
I’m also thinking about Gabe moving into the flip house this week and how much work there still needs to be done there.
and about co-op starting this week with me teaching General Science.
I am thankful…
that I got a chance to test for a new medical scribe company. It’s like medical transcription light!
I am pondering…
how my flute piece is coming. Interestingly I find that some of the piece I really do have committed to muscle memory! Which is great because they are starting to advertise the concert!
I am hearing…
buzzing in my ears and the air conditioner.
In the kitchen…
I dunno – the weeks have been so busy with working on the flip house every spare moment we barely have time to eat a decent meal. Hopefully that will settle down soon.
I am wearing…
Blue shorts and a black T-shirt – just got back from walking 3 miles during Rosie’s cross country practice.
I am going…
- to walk or work out every day with Pfilates
- add some additional novenas next year with the help of PrayMoreNovenas.com
- to cut my carbs via the Wheat Belly Total Health: The Ultimate Grain-Free Health and Weight-Loss Life Plan
recommendations.
- Get ready for school to start.
- Take Miss C. to her first co-op day!
- Finish cleaning the floor at the flip house!
Taking the girls to the annual homeschool lake party.
I’m listening to this on Audible during my walks this week.
From the Learning Rooms…
Maryrose:
A quote to share…
When I was desperately looking for ways to help Calvin learn to read, the Writer’s Jungle by Bravewriter’s Julie Bogart was a source of great inspiration to me. I have never forgotten this particular passage:
The Writer’s Jungle
One day, everything clicked into place. Caitrin asked for an email address so that she could discuss “Skating with the Stars” with her grandma. I wondered how she’d manage to both write real words and to read the response. I shouldn’t have worried. After two weeks of emails, while reading to Caitrin one morning, she took the book out of my hand and instead, read it to me.
Mouth hanging open, I asked, “Can you read this?”
“Yeah. I think I just learned how to read.”
“How did that happen?”
“Well, I’ve been writing to Grandma. She sends me an email and I have to sit there and figure out what she says. Dad said to just skip words you don’t know and see if the whole thing makes sense once you read the other words. So I tried it. And it worked! I didn’t have to read every word for you and no one watched me and I had time. I also had to write back to her, so I had to see if my words were spelled right and stuff.”
Knock me over with a feather. The writing road to reading to be sure, but wow did she take the long way home.
The journey to reading came through writing. And the writing was never about the correctness
of the spelling, the accuracy of the grammar, the precision of the punctuation. It was about the expression of a self in quest of language and she happened to choose a pencil and paper to make it happen.
A picture to share…
The train going down the track after passing our campground!
