Outside my window: the garden is amazing right now. We had rain last week and a cooler weekend, and everything is acting like it’s England. Just lovely. (Except for the aphids on the roses. Between the aphids and the Japanese beetles, I wonder if it’s time to take the roses out altogether.)
Early June is always a time of great abundance in the garden- not of food, but of flowers- and I love it. We traveled a lot when I was a kid, and I remember my mom saying she didn’t want to travel in June because she’d miss everything in her garden. At the time, I thought she was crazy, but now I understand.
In the kitchen: Part of this June abundance is a profusion of eaters with opinions about what we should be eating (mostly: not leftovers.) This is what my fridge looks like right now.
The house is likewise a mess of abundance as the kids are going through luggage brought home from school, seventeen years of school supplies, and old books they want to pass along to make room for new ones. We have no routine yet. We have five drivers with plans they don’t share and only three cars. I proposed a very basic weekly food plan that was received like a deflating balloon. Something has to be done, or I’m going to have to run away to the circus. (Correction… from the circus.)
In my shoes: I had fluid drained from my knee yesterday and almost passed out. The rheumatologist said I must be a “lidocaine super-metabolizer.” Whatever, but next time please put ALL THE LIDOCAINE in there before you stick the big needle in my knee.
There is no photo of this. You’re welcome.
What I’m reading: I’ve been posting lots of book reviews at my other site.
In the school room: We’re done. I have retired. For the ultimate kick in the teeth, Sam and I got Covid-19 the week we were supposed to fly to Ohio for Jonah’s graduation. His roommates’ parents took lots of photos for us and took him out to dinner, but it was lonely and anticlimactic, and I can’t figure out how to turn it into something else.
We were out of our isolation period for Mo’s graduation and well enough the next week to host a breakfast for her, so her graduation felt like the real deal.
I managed to pull myself off the bed for our final week of school, and Phoebe did a great job with her written exams. (These were Charlotte Mason-style exams, in which she answered questions in essay form about what she’d learned, e.g., “Explain the differences between ionic and covalent bonding.”) We finished our seventeen years of homeschooling with a poetry tea. It was lovely, and I had all the feels.
Grateful for: our friends in Ohio who were Jonah’s family for us, especially this hard semester with his broken ankle and our Covid-19.
The village who has helped us educate our kids these many years:
- Sam’s unwavering support for this work
- my parents who spent years coming to care for our kids on my work day and later, asking my kids hard questions and listening through all the answers
- nannies who likewise made it possible for me to continue to work and school
- my work’s willingness to take a chance on a part-time doctor (a weirdly hard sell)
- the kids’ godparents, and our friends at church & elsewhere who prayed us through
- the friends homeschooling and learning alongside us
- tutors (Latin! Arabic! French!)
- piano, cello, violin, and dance teachers
- the Denver Zoo, Denver Museum of Nature and Science, Denver Art Museum, Denver Botanic Gardens, Barr Lake State Park and Bluff Lake Nature Center: places that made our experience so rich
- soccer, swimming, diving and Robotics coaches who have mentored our kids
- climate activists who have welcomed our child into their work
- friends who shared joys, sorrows, books, skills and adventures
- wise teachers who helped us sort out learning differences and how to accommodate them
- the writers of the living books who shared their passion and knowledge with us
- these four kids who made this journey such a joy
I am so grateful.
3 thoughts on “End of School Daybook 2022”
Annie. So much in this post. I’m crying through it, I can’t imagine how you’re doing. SEVENTEEN YEARS. You’ve always inspired me to wards the higher good and I’m honored to call you friend and mentor.
Wow! Congratulations on your “retirement” from homeschooling! You have always been such an inspiration to me and this post just cements that truth. 🙂
Let me add that my kids have taught me: once a homeschooler, always a homeschooler. Even though our kids are in public school now, they continue to live with a homeschool mentality — and I daresay you and your kids are in that brainspace as well!
In my dreams, you and I will have coffee sometime and you’ll help me sort through all of the emotions around the looming Empty Nest, just as you helped me sort through the tangle of Teaching Math several years ago.
Blessings to you for knee-recovery! I am imagining that the exercise pause has eliminated one of your tools for de-stressing and I hope you have found something to substitute in the interim.
Most important: will you now have time to write another mystery novel??? I’ll be first in line for a copy!
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