Today we started our Shakespeare Club. I invited all the children, grades 4 and up, in our homeschool group to my house. We are reading "Twelfth Night". I want to give all the children an opportunity to read it. It's better read out loud in actual Shakespeare text. We completed Act I.
I'm horrified by what is happening in the Middle East. I think we should pull out completely. Most especially, we should pull out our aid. May God comfort the families of those who were killed.
I've over scheduled. Again. Why? Well, I want my children to have all the opportunities they can have. Especially opportunities they would normally have if they attended a brick and mortar school. What I would've really wanted to do instead of a Shakespeare Club is to have a play. But, I realize my limitations timewise.
My mind has been working overtime. I have several sewing projects going on at once. I'm working out several patterns and ideas in my brain. These ideas percolate for a long time. Then, I can put them in action. For instance, I had an idea for a peasant sleeve on a sleeveless dress. I thought it through for days, researched a way to make a pattern, then put it to action. Percolation time? About 6 days. Action time? 15 minutes. I have two flower girl dresses to make. I'm almost done working out the details of both dresses. I'm going to put it all together next week. And, the Nut? Well, that's a whole another story.
The Nut. I have these grand ideas. I don't quite know what our director is thinking. But, I, have these grand ideas. And, we are moving. No, not us, the studio. We are moving locations. The new place will be in a safer neighborhood and closer to places so I can run errands, although Honey doesn't like it when I leave her. The commute will be easier and it'll be closer to Brother's therapy clinic.
Brother will be participating in First Tee through his therapy clinic. It'll be great for him. My only problem? It's the same time as Pumpkin's Tuesday ballet class. Luckily, until we move into the new studio (hence the importance of it being close to the new studio), he'll be going early and helping with setup (thanks, Erin!). I'm thankful to Kidz Therapeze for all the great opportunities they offer to the children. Once we move closer, I'm going to help repay that by offering a knitting/sewing class.
Yesterday was my brother Patrick and his late wife, Erin's wedding anniversary. She was a gorgeous bride. The next 12 days are going to be rough, I know. September has been bringing with it such melancholy.
I drove onto post this afternoon (the Air Force and Navy calls it base, an Army installation is a post). As I was waiting for the gate guard to look over my ID, I was getting irritated. I was the only one in the car as I was going to pick Brother up from something. He had me open my passenger window and then he looked closely over each row and each section of the Suburban. I thought, well, wait a minute. I'm not the enemy here. I know. I know he's doing his job. And, the precautions are necessary. It still didn't stop me from getting annoyed.
Our annual "Not Back to School" potluck picnic is today. As always it's predicted to be a scorcher. It's always hot. But, we pick a park where there are trees. Hopefully, there will be a breeze as well. It's too bad it's not Saturday as we're expected to have a cold front come through. Our homeschool group is in the midst of a down swing. There is not a lot of participation in the events. Our field trips are sparsely attended. Most of our very active members moved away (thanks, Army).
A dear friend of mine is moving away in January. She's one of my MOB (Mothers Of Ballerinas) buddies. I already lost one MOB buddy this summer. Wait, I lost two. I don't know what I'm going to do without her (darn Army).
Yes, I have a love/hate thing with the Army. I understand logically why things work the way they do. It doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm tired of fighting moves all the time. I'm tired of saying goodbye to good friends. I am grateful for the paycheck. Truly. But, emotionally, it's been hard. In many, many ways.
Next week starts our fullest week yet. My son will have to start rising at 7 am on the dot and be ready for school by 8. He's not going to like it. If he doesn't, he will never be able to complete everything he has to before he runs out of down time. My girls will have to follow suit.
I have a friend who is due around Thanksgiving. She said she had 11 weeks left. That sent me into panic mode for two reasons: Nutcracker and Christmas.
Vacations are fun, but hard to recover from. This past weekend, my SIL invited the entire Cho family to her parents house on Possum Kingdom Lake west of Forth Worth. Oh, my it was a grand time. The boat rides were fantastic. The best part? My mother rode the wave runner with my brother. I thought my BIL, Todd's eyes were going to pop out when he heard. My youngest brother's jaw dropped. It was great.