We've had a couple of stray cats hanging around our house, and the girls have named them Matt (for sleeping on the welcome mat) and Scholastica (because we've been seeing her since St. Scholastica's feast day, and apparently -- this is what I get for reading about the saints on their feast days -- Scholastica fed stray cats.) From the looks of Matt's eyes, and his incessant scratching, I'm envisioning many vet bills. Urgh.
Hey, new homeschoolers:
You know how you worry about every little thing? And you wonder if you're doing it right? And if you're providing your children with all that they need? And if you're up to this? Welcome to homeschooling high school. In some ways, it's starting over again -- I'm figuring out new things, new approaches, my style, hers ... it's an adventure.
Daylight Savings Time.
As Auntie Em, in the Wizard of Oz, said, for years "I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now... well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!"
Why do I have time only for Bits and Pieces lately? Is this about that homeschooling-high-school thing again? Or stray cats? Or too many pretzels?