How pathetic. Its now been two years since my last post. That amazes even me.
Okay, well . . .
Two years of homeschooling later and I still love it! I'm certain its my calling and I'm so grateful for this time in our lives. We have settled nicely into Vegas and have met some wonderful people. The big news is that I am, along with Sabrina and Rachel, starting my own home school support group. This, as fellow homeschoolers will agree, is a big deal. A very big commitment. But for me it is also a great creative release. We have finally FINALLY settled on a name and will be up on the Internet within the month. We are very excited. I'm having a hard time finishing out this year with equal enthusiasm because all this planning is just so much more exciting. But I am doing my best to focus. Although I sense the kids enjoying my newly renewed submission to distraction.
This week I have begun my spring cleaning and it is both overwhelming and refreshing. I have rearranged almost every room now. Vacuumed under furniture, dusted base boards and have collected bags and bags of stuff to take to Goodwill. De cluttering is spiritual. Its hard work, sometimes hurts a little in the parting of "things", but always feels good in the end. The only thing I could not let go of was a box of letters between my husband and I since we were 15. Everything from our school notes to letters overseas while he was in the Marines is in there. How long do I keep these? And for what? Is there something creative I can do with them? I have no idea why I could not bring myself to get rid of them. It's not like we read them, or display them or even have them in order. This is not the first time I've faced off with this box of history. Every move and every spring I advance with my garbage bag prepared to conqure a new foot of territory in the closet. I open the box, leaf through the old envelops from those young and in love kids from our past, sigh deeply, then close up the box and put it back. The same scene every year. Oh well, again they are stored in a box with our Letterman jackets and yearbooks (more items I don't really know why people keep) in a dark forgotten corner of the closet taking up valuable real estate. Maybe they'll be on display someday in Sgt's presidential library. ;) Or maybe our kids will laugh (and gag) before they dispose of them after we're gone. Either way, in the end, I'm just a sentimental sap like everyone else.