Outside my window… we had a wonderfully cool night, and now the sun is up and it will be another warm day.

I am thinking… that my recurring stiff neck must be due to a posture issue. Likely either my posture while at the computer or while nursing.

I am thankful for… not knowing today what tomorrow will bring. I used to say that I’d like to know exactly what will happen in the future, but now I’m glad that I don’t know. I think worry over tomorrow would steal the joy out of today.

From the learning rooms… curriculum arrived this past week! I’m so excited to go through and sort it all out!

From the kitchen… the kitchen has been avoided as much as possible during the recent heat wave. I completely understand the logic behind “summer kitchens”.

I am wearing… denim capris that are a bit too big (yay!) and a pink Snow White t-shirt. I know that my bright coral tennis shoes don’t go with pink, but they still make me smile when I see my feet!

I am creating… mittens. Well, I’m going to anyway. I decided to take the advice of Elizabeth Zimmermann and knit them in the summer this time.

I am going… to teach my kids a bit of cake decorating. Any guesses on whether more frosting will end up on the cake or in their tummies?

I am reading… Lessons at Blackberry Inn by Karen Andreola. There will be a book review coming up!

I am hoping… that the grass I killed inadvertently grows back next year. If you decide to illustrate a chemical reaction by mixing baking soda and vinegar, make sure that you do not do it near plant-life. That is, unless you want to kill said plant. Vinegar might make a really great weed-killer come to think of it…

I am hearing… my oldest son asking questions about the keys on my keyboard. Another IT guy in the making? Time will tell!

Pondering these words… a poem by Edgar A. Guest that I came across in the book I was reading.


It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,

A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam

Afore ye really ‘preciate the things ye lef’ behind,

An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind.

It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be,

How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury;

It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king,

Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything.


Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;

Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ livin’ in it;

Within the walls there’s got t’ be some babies born, and then

Right there ye’ve got t’ bring ’em up t’ women good, an’ men;

And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn’t part

With anything they ever used — they’ve grown into yer heart:

The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore

Ye hoard; an’ if ye could ye’d keep the thumbmarks on the door.


Ye’ve got t’ weep t’ make it home, ye’ve got t’ sit an’ sigh

An’ watch beside a loved one’s bed, an’ know that Death is nigh;

An’ in the stillness o’ the night t’ see Death’s angel come,

An’ close the eyes o’ her that smiled, an’ leave her sweet voice dumb.

Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an’ when yer tears are dried,

Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an’ sanctified;

An’ tuggin’ at ye always are the pleasant memories

O’ her that was an’ is no more — ye can’t escape from these.


Ye’ve got t’ sing an’ dance fer years, ye’ve got t’ romp an’ play,

An’ learn t’ love the things ye have by usin’ ’em each day;

Even the roses ’round the porch must blossom year by year

Afore they ‘come a part o’ ye, suggestin’ someone dear

Who used t’ love ’em long ago, an’ trained ’em jes’ t’ run

The way they do, so’s they would get the early mornin’ sun;

Ye’ve got t’ love each brick an’ stone from cellar up t’ dome:

It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home.


Around the house… the Echinacea that I planted two years ago has finally bloomed this year! It’s so pretty, and I’m leaving it be this year in the hopes that it will re-seed and I’ll have more of it next year.


One of my favorite things… my baby falling asleep with his head on my shoulder. No matter how tired I am, I stay up for just a few minutes more to savor that moment.

A few plans for the rest of the week: I’ll be trying to set our dining/learning room to rights, and pondering a major furniture re-arrangement that would affect the dining room and living room both. We’ll see. A cake will be baked this week.

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