So, if that headline didn’t just put you to sleep, um….yeah. One of the classes I’m trying on for size is a basic English Comp class. Yes, I took that a million years ago when I was a freshman, but that was a million years ago. And even though I have written a lot of words over the years, most of them haven’t been in the form of an actual essay, that had an actual outline and revisions and editing and even proofreading. So, if you are interested in reading my essay, I invite you to do so. For everyone else, here’s a picture of a ridiculous dog, you can skip the rest.
Time for another blog reboot. How many times can one restart their blog? As many times as one likes, I guess.
Why now? Well, why not. I’ve had my ups and downs with the daily photo thing — the reason they dropped off the blog again this time was…the same as previous years. I can’t seem to sustain the habit. I can get to May or even June and then….
It’s been an exciting summer since I last posted, and now here we are in autumn. Most of you that might be reading this probably already follow me on Facebook or are friends in real life, so you’ll already know about our real life adventures.
Like, for example, our tornados. (And, yes, that’s plural)
That’s actually the second one, the first came right through town and made a gigantic mess (luckily no one was hurt). This one was a week later and north of town. The boys were in no danger. I was freaking out.
We’ve also had broken bones (And by we, I mean the boys. One broke his wrist plus a bonus bone in his hand, the other broke a bone in his hand at football practice).
Part of the reason I’m restarting the blog is to have a place to deposit some things about some online classes I’m going to be working on. A place to save them, mostly for me, but to point to them for other people. This may or may not be interesting to those of you that originally came here for the quilting and are wondering if I even know what quilting is anymore. (Yes, I do know, and no, I don’t do it right now.)
We’re already almost a quarter into a new school year, harvest is progressing (albeit slowly since it is currently pouring….ugh….), and so…yeah.
Hello again, blog.
I’m still taking pictures, but I ran out of steam on posting them, or posting anything at all, yikes. My normal life was interrupted by an adventure to Paris — Mom and I went to see my brother and his family, and had a marvelous time.
Here’s the April wrap-up:
If you have a burning desire to see all of the photos, larger, you can visit my album on Flickr:
The album is missing a few days, but as you can see from the monthly wrap-up, I have managed to grab a photo every day, even if it’s a screenshot, and even if it’s a picture that Mark, took. My family doesn’t quite get my interest in a daily photo, but I find it fascinating to look back through them all, reading captions, and remembering what was going on. Or not going on, as the case may be…
If I’m counting right, yesterday was the end of week 18 and marked day 123. It’s hard to believe that more than a third of 2014 is already over, and in our case: school gets out in just 3 weeks!
This morning, the guys got up and headed out to the farm to burn down an old barn. Mark has wanted to do this for awhile, but it’s been either wet or windy every day since forever.
At about 11:30 or so, I got a text message that said “Wanna have a weeny roast?”
Of course, this meant gathering up all of the supplies and buying a few key ingredients (i.e. hot dogs and buns…and drinks and chips and marshmallows and chocolate…), which I did, and then I headed out to the farm. By the time I got there, the fire was still quite hot, but very little was still recognizable, it was mostly charred timbers laying on the ground.
Mark did share this photo he had taken of the fire in progress that made me laugh right out loud:
Kind of a perverted “American Gothic,” I suppose.
As I said, it was VERY hot next to the fire, the boys could barely stand to get close enough to roast the hot dogs, and eventually the marshmallows. (It’s apparently a law that if you have a weenie roast, you also have to have s’mores.)
Personally, I like my marshmallows nicely browned, but apparently Will likes the taste of ash:
We decided that’s what marshmallows must look like on the surface of the sun.
After the fire no longer needed their attention, they were going to go see if they could cultivate a field — Mark’s going to teach the boys how to do it!
They were already covered with a pretty decent layer of filth when I saw them, I can’t wait to see how dirty they are when they get home. Mark came home with mud all over the sleeve of his sweatshirt a couple of days ago. The quantity of mud indicating that he had had a VERY good day at the farm.
Of course, any day at the farm is better than one stuck in a cubicle…
I knew I had missed a week, I didn’t realize I had missed TWO weeks, though. I ended up with a sinus infection and ended up being sick for over 3 weeks. It was great.
Since I am so far behind, and have so many pictures, I’m not posting captions, but if you are really interested in what the heck was going on in each photo, the photos are links to the original on Flickr, and all of them have captions over there. If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve seen nearly all of these. I am proud that despite being sick, I kept going, taking shots and documenting them, even if I fell down a little on sharing and keeping them organized…