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Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saying goodbye...
Friends of Granny's House,
Today I am writing my last blog post. For over six years I've pasted my thoughts, big and small, here in this space. Many of you have known me personally during this time and you know that these have been the hardest years of my life, and this blog was one of the things that helped cheer me in some of the darkest hours.
But during the past year, I've begun to long for new directions, and there simply isn't time or stamina for everything. I've taken up some new interests, renewed some old ones, regained a love for cooking that had sort of withered while I was in varying degrees of mobility. And so it's time to close up shop here and move on. I will probably leave the blog up indefinitely, so if there's anything you want to copy or links you need, feel free to come back.
Of course, the real life Granny's House is going strong...not as many occupy our rooms as once did, but more and more join the family all the time and so it's pretty much the same raucous, invigorating place it's always been. I'm immensely proud of the children and grandchildren who pass in and out our doors and they're always welcome home.
And you--you're welcome, too. You can always email me using the link on the blog. Or let us know if you'd ever like to stop by and we'll give you a real life Welcome to Granny's House.
A fond farewell to each of you!
Granny
(aka Cathi)
Today I am writing my last blog post. For over six years I've pasted my thoughts, big and small, here in this space. Many of you have known me personally during this time and you know that these have been the hardest years of my life, and this blog was one of the things that helped cheer me in some of the darkest hours.
But during the past year, I've begun to long for new directions, and there simply isn't time or stamina for everything. I've taken up some new interests, renewed some old ones, regained a love for cooking that had sort of withered while I was in varying degrees of mobility. And so it's time to close up shop here and move on. I will probably leave the blog up indefinitely, so if there's anything you want to copy or links you need, feel free to come back.
Of course, the real life Granny's House is going strong...not as many occupy our rooms as once did, but more and more join the family all the time and so it's pretty much the same raucous, invigorating place it's always been. I'm immensely proud of the children and grandchildren who pass in and out our doors and they're always welcome home.
And you--you're welcome, too. You can always email me using the link on the blog. Or let us know if you'd ever like to stop by and we'll give you a real life Welcome to Granny's House.
A fond farewell to each of you!
Granny
(aka Cathi)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Sunday snippets...
Big doin's around Granny's House...by this time next week we'll have a really full house with the Slaughters, Weltys, and Longenbaughs pouring in for our Fun Family Week, complete with family portraits and the inevitable 9 siblings pics and games and good food and drink and
This is also the week when we bring on the school year almost full-force. The boys have already started their co-op, and this week Caleb will start his classes at NWV (community college) and we'll start math here. We'll leave the start of history/church history/philosophy (Tapestry of Grace) until after the Labor Day weekend and reunion. We've got all our school supplies, backpacks, textbooks and a pretty empty checkbook :-)
Looking forward to seeing "The Debt". And "Sarah's Key". The latter was a book I very much loved.
Finished The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris. I always enjoy David McCullough's work, but I was afraid that this one might be a bit too narrow to keep me on board. Not so. I was very surprised at how he was able to take a sliver of history (Americans who visited, lived, and worked in Paris from the 1830s to the 1920s) and weave in enough other world events to keep it enthralling. This one probably does have a smaller audience, but I'm really glad I picked it up.
I've read lots of history this summer...think I'll look for a couple of good novels for the fall.
I've clearly caught the sewing bug again after many years of doing nothing but mending. Starting in the 7th grade, I spent every summer making my whole wardrobe for the coming school year, and then I made nearly all my girls' clothes until #4 came along. Still I managed to do Easter dresses and special things for a while, but as my homeschooling load increased and responsibilities as a pastor's wife and then a commander's wife were laid over all that, not to mention being a pregnant and/or nursing mom for so many years, the sewing melted away. But look out, I'm back.
Our yard is so sad. And about half of the money and work we put into landscaping last fall has been flushed away. No, bad metaphor...it's been burned up. Rain? Please, God?
Clear sign that you've done a good job of educating your kids: you have to struggle to beat them at Words With Friends. And sometimes you don't.
I hate buying a new iron. Not as much as I hate buying a new computer or a new vacuum cleaner, but still...
LOOOOVE Pinterest. Oh man.
Nathan and Cheyenne have set their wedding date: January 21st! We are rejoicing with them and enjoying seeing the plans take shape...can't believe we'll soon have five married kids, and our first daughter-in-law!
Time to start thinking about all the Christmas shopping ahead...
And I'll end this week's post by sharing the lyrics to a favorite hymn.
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?
God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?
God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
Amen. Have a great week!
Labels: Books, Family, Homemaking, Homeschooling, Kids, Language, Movies, Music, Sundays
Friday, August 19, 2011
Summer.
I'm torn.
I'm anxious for the hottest, driest summer in half a century to be over. I can't wait until the first crisp breeze.
And yet, where did the time go? There's so much summer stuff I didn't get done! Ah, but I got to spend lots of days and nights with a sweet little granddaughter, so I won't complain about what didn't get done.
I wouldn't mind, though, if someone were to sneak in and insert two more weeks on my August calendar.
Cool ones.
I'm anxious for the hottest, driest summer in half a century to be over. I can't wait until the first crisp breeze.
And yet, where did the time go? There's so much summer stuff I didn't get done! Ah, but I got to spend lots of days and nights with a sweet little granddaughter, so I won't complain about what didn't get done.
I wouldn't mind, though, if someone were to sneak in and insert two more weeks on my August calendar.
Cool ones.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday snippets...
Tomorrow begins the 27th straight school year at Granny's House. As I've mentioned before, we have only two high school students left, our two youngest boys. Since we're using a co-op and community college for several courses, my role will be limited to math (geometry, this year) and history. Well, and driving! It's a far cry from the years when I was preparing all summer long to teach five or six subjects to five or six kids at a time. Occasionally I'm nostalgic for those years, but I'm also relishing the extra time these days to sew, read, decorate, and travel. Twenty years ago, I remember moms telling me, "I just don't think I could give up all the things I love to homeschool." And I responded, "I don't look at it as giving anything up. No, I can't do it all, but I prefer to think of it as doing the important things now and 'setting aside' some things for later." Well, later is here :-)
Yes, you need to try this recipe for cauliflower. Some people at my house tonight, and there were hordes, said it was as good as candy. So make it, and tell me what you think...
Can't tell you how distressed I am when people with graduate degrees don't know the difference between "then" and "than". Few errors make me madder THAN this.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing The Help this week. What a movie! I completely expect it to win at least Best Actress and Best Picture and hopefully a handful of other Oscars. I will stop short of recommending it here, only because there's some profanity which might prevent some of my readers from appreciating it. But the tender, and sometimes horrifying, insights into the racial segregation of our country makes it worth an honest look. I don't remember the last time I laughed AND cried so much at a film. And for those of you who've read the book, the movie will disappoint you only in that it is too short...
Is there a fast forward button on summer? Really, I'd be much more ready to start school if it weren't so hot. And yes, you can put that in the category of complaining.
First person to bring me some genuine, authentic mochi gets...gets...gets to share it with me :-)
Random thought: At some point in the past decade I came to the realization that I will never get to see the Mayan ruins in person. It was a lifelong desire. But even though I can still travel, I'm not good on my feet, and I'm sure I wouldn't get to enjoy them like I wanted to without trudging through the rough terrain that surrounds these wonders. I'm looking for a good virtual tour.
Is it time for Season 2 of Downton Abbey yet?
Our family is in the throes of one of the year's most momentous decisions: what to wear in the family portrait. No sooner has the group agreed on a color scheme or a theme than four people want exceptions, two think we should have picked something else, one person wants to know if prints are acceptable, one wants to be allowed a vest, and three or more are conspiring to put Granny into shock by wearing orange, the hue of her nightmares. This year we're hashing it out on a private Facebook group. Picture day is September 3. Stay tuned.
Whether this is your first week of school, just another work week, or whether you're still enjoying a long, lazy summer, make it a good one. And don't forget to give thanks to the Giver of all good things...
Labels: Family, Food, Language, Movies, Political Observation, Sundays, TV, Weather
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Coming soon to a country near you...
...oh, wait. It's already been here.
These riots were about race.
These riots were about race.
Labels: Social Observation, Theater of the Absurd
Making (a) room...
This also happens to be the time of year when, from all over the 'net, I'm seeing idyllic photos of newly created school rooms and spaces, lovingly assembled, decorated, and equipped for the family scholars to achieve their maximum potential and enjoyment. Most of the time, these photos come from the homes of newby homeschoolers, or at least families who've been schooling for, say, less than five years. I have to smile, because that was once this homeschooler.
During the 26 years we've been teaching our kids at home, we've lived in eight different houses. (The past ten were all in THIS house, so you can get a feel for how often we moved in the first 16 years.) In the first five or so of those houses, I agonized over which room to make "the schoolroom" and how to outfit it perfectly, with desks for everyone, maps on the walls, cursive writing charts, a globe in easy reach, a cupboard stuffed with art and science supplies, cases and cases of books, the latest Lang school calendar, even an old-fashioned school bell. It was right up my alley, and I loved it.
It was also basically useless. These fairy-tale arrangements usually lasted about two weeks. And that was under duress. It took me a lot longer than it should have to realize that in our home, schooling was life, and life doesn't get confined to a room. At least for us, school days were much happier in recliners, at dining room tables, on the floor, on the deck, even in the kids' beds at times. All the planning and decorating in the world couldn't confine our learning to the desks and bookcases I'd so carefully prepared.
If I could write a letter to the me of 1985, one of the things I'd stress is that I shouldn't waste my time and money, no matter how much fun it was and no matter how many people I could impress. All that energy could have been so much better used in hours of reading aloud and other homeschooling pursuits. The trouble is, even if the me of 1985 got that letter, she'd probably pay about as much attention to it as all the moms starting now do when I try to persuade them.
So...instead of throwing cold water on your colorful bulletin boards and Pottery Barn desks and meticulously crafted study carrels, I will congratulate you and then count off the semesters until all your kids are on bean bag chairs or under the back yard trees doing their math and reading Shakespeare.
For most of you, it'll happen ;-)
Labels: Homeschooling
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Just in case this might make an impact on your speaking or writing:
Mr. Rewrite never, ever aims to be impactful
Mr. Rewrite never, ever aims to be impactful
Labels: Language