Trick or treat, candy, costumes, parties, and ghoulish pranks are the hallmarks of this holiday. I could explain how this day has its roots in the pagan wheel of life where the dearly departed is behind a thin veil to the living world. It would be a real downer to say this day was traditionally a day to honor our ancestors and ask their spirits to help us with our struggles. There is no fun in pointing out that the Christians were so fearful of this pagan holiday that they placed All Saints Day on the day after Halloween to help convince pagans to convert to the new religion without too much of a disruption in their traditional celebrations. A true killjoy to point out that the tradition of masks being worn on this day is rooted in a rural ideology of frightening bad spirits away from crops during this thinning of the veil between the dead and the living.
Halloween is a time for fun and treats. Candy corn (yech), chocolates, Smarties, The Great Pumpkin, a stomach ache, a scary movie (Vincent Price), and a harmless fright on an unsuspecting mark are the rage. Have fun! Be safe!
Today I was a hero to my youngest son. Without his knowing I ordered pizza for dinner. My husband picked the pizza up with my youngest riding shotgun. Since I was practicing my yoga , I didn’t bother to make a salad.
Do I feel guilty?
A little .
I’m usually that straight shooter when it comes to coffee drinks. I order a tall coffee black with no room for cream. Typically I shun the people who can’t order straight off the menu. But today I needed a little extra love and a hug that can only be had from an overpriced cup of chai tea I can’t make for myself at home. I wanted almond milk because it sounded good. And you know what? It was delicious!
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged my running tights up my legs.
Drank a cup of water, hooked up my iPod
Looking up, I noticed it was getting late.
Got my pepper spray, phone, money, and ID.
Stepped into my kicks and ran down the street.
The air was clean because of the rain
The crossing guard was not being a pain.
After mile 4.5 I start to slow
I ran a 12:40, that speed is a bit low.
This is a question I get from friends, strangers, and curious acquaintances who do not understand why I don’t take advantage of the public school system and get a 6-7 hour break from my children. Yes, I have had other parents wonder why I would choose to be with my children 24/7 rather than allow the public school system
take care of educate my. children from 8-3pm.
The short answer to this loaded question is pretty simple. Everyday after breakfast, I get my boys into their books. Depending on the weather or our mood, we sort of gather in whichever room the boys feel comfortable to work. Sometimes they work together and other times they work apart. Since they are at different levels, their assignments are individualized for their interests and success. One child enjoys coding while the other likes 3D animation. They both are in the same books for science which has a great online component.
Rarely do I make the boys get dressed for the day. Schoolwork does not last a typical school day. After 3-4 hours of work which includes the practice of instruments, the boys have the rest of the day to explore their other interests. I do not give homework because the work we do at home is sufficient. I do give my children a standardized test at the end of the year to measure their growth. The results are used to evaluate their progress and guide further instruction.
My program works for my family. I can’t say that my sons are in love with the work they need to complete. There are days when they may drag their feet or give me push-back when the weather is nice and they’ve been indoors too long. On those days, we go on a field trip. Museums, science centers, and historical sites are nearby to explore. The world becomes our classroom.
This is how I homeschool.
For 12 good years, she lived in a committed relationship with a good man. He had a successful career that kept him quite comfortable. His dreams for a future with her by his side encouraged him to invest for a nest egg. He was so successful. He wanted children. He wanted family. He wanted love. They bought a house together and he called her his fiancee. He held her hand and called her beautiful. She spent time and money on herself. Her body was her temple, and he held her hand.
Then one day he mentioned children.
She pulled her hand away. Children would ruin her temple.
The next day he mentioned family.
She turned her back. Why should anything change?
He said he loved her.
She walked away. There had to be something more.
She wanted love.