Friday, 31 July 2009
Today I remembered to deodorise. I sometimes don't.
Today I even brushed and blow dried my hair. I almost never do.
Because today was a special day.
Today I was showing respect.
Today I was sending my condolences.
Today I was saying goodbye.
I first met Dan when he was a bubbly, full-of-beans, energetic and sometimes naughty five year old. He was one of my boys in my first ever Kinder class. I don't think anybody learnt much in that year-I wasn't a great teacher, but we sure had fun.
I remember Dan loved computers. He loved building with construction blocks. He learnt his flashcard words quickly (great parents obviously). I remember he was always very sorry when he did something wrong, but would do it again when he had forgotten! Most of the time though he was good.
He probably did call me Miss Smack - I don't remember.
He probably did call me Mrs Porridge after we got married - I don't recall.
Was he worried when I was taken away by the helicopter?
Did he enjoy Maths?
Did he have a correct pencil grip?
I don't remember a lot of things - but I know this. I know that he was loved. He was loved by his family - abundantly. He was loved by his friends. He was loved by his God.
Dan is in heaven now. He is not hurting. He is not suffering. He is gone - but I will remember him.
That's why today I ironed my clothes.
We did text....but we are not sure if you got it.
We have no naked pics...it's just to darn cold over here.....and anyway who could beat Calli and Andrew' pic anyway.
And your body Linny...is looking amazing.
So, even though you are a year older, and even though you have only 2 sisters that managed to get messages to you on your actual birthday.....I say Happy Birthday to you....in a small quiet way...no zing or songs or sparkles...just happy birthday to a beautiful sister.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Me, thinking tall thoughts.
The boy, beside a church, beside an ocean.
My best Mary Poppins. Although this Mary Poppins landed flat on her back after her flight. Muddy ground meant I had a kinda-looks-like-poop streak down the back of my jeans for the rest of our holiday.
An old man, in an old city, reading a letter with a pigeon looking on, Porto, Portugal.
This might or might not be part of Dad's Christmas present. Just don't tell him that we used it first, although does a photo prop count as being 'used'? Sao Jacinto, Portugal.
We spent a long, long time watching a long, long line of bicycles go past while we were on our way to finding a camping spot. I think the Dutch may have got the Portuguese share of efficiency as we found out when there was a bike ride, single lane bridge, emergency vehicles and lots of Sunday beach-goers all clogging up this tiny, rural lane. It was entertaining though, there were a whole lot of big characters cycling by on crazy bikes with radios strapped to their handlebars.
Two old men. Salamanca, Spain.
And the coolest of all, catching some sun outside the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Monday, 27 July 2009
Sunday, 26 July 2009
I came across this while I was doing some research. How fun to know that Homeschoolers can turn out famous and wonderful.
1. Agatha Christie. Agatha was a painfully shy girl, so her mom home schooled her even though her two older siblings attended private school.
2. Pearl S. Buck was born in West Virginia, but her family moved to China when she was just three months old. She was homeschooled by a Confucian scholar and learned English as a second language from her mom.
3. Alexander Graham Bell was homeschooled by his mother until he was about 10. It was at this point that she started to go deaf and didn’t feel she could properly educate him any more. Her deafness inspired Bell to study acoustics and sound later in life.
4. If Thomas Edison was around today, he would probably be diagnosed with ADD – he left public school after only three months because his mind wouldn’t stop wandering. His mom homeschooled him after that, and he credited her with the success of his education: “My mother was the making of me. She was so true, so sure of me; and I felt I had something to live for, someone I must not disappoint.”
5. Ansel Adams was homeschooled at the age of 12 after his “wild laughter and undisguised contempt for the inept ramblings of his teachers” disrupted the classroom. His father took on his education from that point forward.
6. Robert Frost hated school so much he would get physically ill at the thought of going. He was homeschooled until his high school years.
7. Woodrow Wilson studied under his dad, one of the founders of the Southern Presbyterian Church in the United States (PCUS). He didn’t learn to read until he was about 12. He took a few classes at a school in Augusta, Georgia, to supplement his father’s teachings, and ended up spending a year at Davidson College before transferring to Princeton.
8. Mozart was educated by his dad as the Mozart family toured Europe from 1763-1766.
9. Laura Ingalls Wilder was homeschooled until her parents finally settled in De Smet in what was then Dakota Territory. She started teaching school herself when she was only 15 years old.
10. Louisa May Alcott studied mostly with her dad, but had a few lessons from family friends Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne. Can you imagine?
11. And we mustn't forget Miss Strawberry....famous and delightfully wonderful!
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
WARNING : WHEN WE RUMBLE YOU MAY GET HURT.
Had a trip to the hospital last night with a suspected broken finger. Not broken just very swollen and bruised.
Needless to say rumbling is banded for the duration of the holidays!
Then we rolled.....
Then we rumbled.....
Then we ran......
Then we tried to slide....
Finally we found the perfect grass and we slid.....
We even surfed......
Every one got a ride.....
A day that left us with big smiles all over our faces.