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Our family has been working on our garden again. It’s year 2 of Project Yummy Veggies, and so far, things look pretty good. Our tomato plants have taken off this week, thanks to slightly cooler weather and some wonderful afternoon showers. I’ve got some pepper plants that are doing nicely, and lettuce and spinach that are still there. (I did figure out that I should probably plant more spinach at a time, which I’ll do this Fall. Hopefully, that will provide us with spinach all Winter long!)
Our cucumbers are almost big enough to start climbing the trellises, too. The big empty looking spaces are zucchini (on the hills) and bush beans. Oh, and we have a surprise tomato plant that has popped up, which I’m leaving near where I planted the green beans. We’ll see how it does!
We are seriously thinking about getting chickens, even more so after reading that egg prices (not to mention beef, pork, dairy, and all other produce) look like they’ll be going up again. With a little creative re-arranging in the garden area, we could build a coop and keep chickens. We might be able to co-op the chickens with a couple of other families, too.
So now we’re researching them. If you raise chickens and have any helpful tips for starting, please comment here! We’re thinking of starting it up next year, and we’d like eggs for sure, but the possibility of meat in the future. Oh, and no rooster. We get along with our neighbors, and we’d like to keep it that way.
On Sunday, our 12 year-old danced at a local park festival. The studio has been dancing at this festival for decades, and we were disappointed when they were not allowed to dance on the main stage after it had undergone renovations. But this became more of a problem when we saw the stage we were supposed to have the kids dance on. It couldn’t have been more than about 10 feet square, and the biggest numbers being performed had nearly 30 dancers!
The kids wound up dancing on the brick patio next to the stage, which may or may not have ruined their tap and clogging shoes. (I actually haven’t looked yet to see what the condition of my daughter’s tap shoes are just yet. I’m a little scared to do so!)
They did a great job, though, and we stayed for a little while afterwards, having a late lunch and wandering around the various booths from local vendors and crafts-people. By the time we left to go home (leaving our 15 year-old with a friend and her mother to hang out for a few more hours), I was spent.
And then we went to another local park at dusk to watch Frozen while fending off mosquitos! This is real parental dedication, I tell you.
Last night, our 15 year-old had her soccer banquet, where they got their participation certificates and team pictures. Instead of the coach talking about each player, though, the three team captains did so. They divided the team up between them all, and each girl had one captain talk about her strengths one-by-one. Two captains are graduating this year, and they’ve played with some of the other girls for years. However, this was our daughter’s first year on the Varsity squad for this team, and I wasn’t sure what they’d have to say about her after such a short time knowing her.
I shouldn’t have worried! Her captain said that she is a very good soccer player, that she surprised her sometimes (like the time she came out of nowhere to bump her off the ball and steal it!), that she pushes herself in the game. She said her touches were really good sometimes. They talked about her huge grin when she plays, too! A lot of girls get these tough game faces when they take the field, but not my girl — she smiles even more when she starts to play!
Her assistant coach added that she is a “very bright spot on the sidelines,” that she keeps people remembering that soccer is supposed to be fun. “If you gets too serious, all you have to do is go stand around [her] for a while. She’s ready to have fun.” Then he joked about how she was ALWAYS ready to play, looking at the game and saying, “That girl looks tired, I can go in and play her position for a while. That other girl is getting tired. I can play for her. Put me in!”
But the part that made me most proud was when her team captain talked about my daughter’s “heart for other people.” She talked about how she was kind, always wanted to pray for people, that she cares about other people. They saw in her what I see in her, too: she is an empathetic, sweet, caring young woman who loves everyone she meets.
I’m glad they know the same girl I know.
I signed us up to do the local Catholic homeschool co-op next year. Part of me is glad, because it’s good to get out and be with others, it’ll help me stay on track more, and it’s good for the girls to see their friends more often. (All the other families go to different parishes than we do.)
But part of me is nervous that I’m going to feel burnt out by the end of the academic year, too. Add to the mix that I’m back teaching Sunday school again in the Fall and might be heading up our Sanctity of Life Committee at the parish again. It’s a lot on my plate, and though I’ve learned some ways to lessen the pressure with the high school curriculum we are using, I still get the willies when I think about it too much.
In other words, the introvert in me is doing this:
Speaking of making next year easier with the high school curriculum, my friend who has graduated five of her seven children from this program gave me a tip on how to save my sanity: Adjust the curriculum to fit our needs, don’t register for the full load of classes (except for senior year, when we must do so), and then write in telling them that I’m transferring in the classes. The grades won’t go towards her GPA, but she’ll get credit for doing the work, and I can give her tests that match her learning style better.
I am determined to give this a try, since the work for juniors is enough to make me want to cry, and I don’t have to do all the work on it! Plus, we’re going to do some of the senior coursework, save the tests, and submit it when she gets to her senior year.
Oh, and my friend also said that I should write in about credit for drama classes, soccer seasons, and more. If we spend enough time doing it, it can be half or even a full credit for a class on her transcript. After all, what’s the point in having 8-10 hours of soccer every week for five months if she doesn’t even get a PE credit for it!?
Oh, yes. We’ll be writing some letters about these things. (And there is how we fit in electives in her crazy-hard academic schedule!)
One of the benefits to having an iPhone is Siri, the artificial intelligence, talking assistant in your iDevice. Ever since Siri was introduced, people have asked her strange questions, testing the limits of the programmers at Apple. There is some genuine geek humor built into Siri; if you ask her what the meaning of the universe, life, and everything is, she’ll pull up an article on why the answer is “42.” If you ask her what the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow is, she threatens, “The last person who asked me that ended up in a crevasse.” (This is actually new in the latest software update.) Ask her how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood, and she has a couple of snappy answers (either giving you a number of cords, chastising you for not knowing what “everyone” knows, or instructing you that really, they’re groundhogs and so they’d pound mounds, not chuck wood).
Once, I asked her something that made her mention HAL, and then tell me, “We don’t talk about him any more.”
My girls have asked Siri to sing to them (“Sorry, I can’t sing.”) and to tell them a story, and she has maintained for years not to know any good stories.
Until last night.
Last night, as I was going to bed, I asked Siri to set an alarm (she did) and then said, “Tell me a bedtime story, Siri.” This is what I got:
Have a great weekend!