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over time, i have filled in gaps in my blog, and the final frontier that has been awaiting its day is the time between quinn’s third and fourth birthdays. i established the blog just after he turned 3, but was not posting thorough updates again until just before he turned 4, when i posted the . . . → Read More: archive update ~ quinn age 3 ~ haul away on the one unbroken line 
11/23/18 ~30 days of gratitude~ day 23 today i am grateful for a full day to relax and cook only with my microwave.
11/24/18 ~30 days of gratitude~ day 24 i am grateful for color; the rainbow veggies of market, the orange and yellow leaves of the vine maples, the red violet of . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ in which we sing the last verse 
11/16/18 ~30 days of gratitude~ day 16 “time is but the stream i go a-fishing in. i drink at it; but while i drink i see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” ~henry david thoreau not that long ago, i was reading buoy . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ it’s working 
11/8/18 ~30 days of gratitude~ day 8 there is the usual ebb and flow of the gratitude juice, modulated by snags in the fabric of my experience that focus my gaze inwards, and then disasters both natural and unnatural that draw my gaze back outward again. each time the latter occurs, the gratitude surges . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ snails, whales, puppy dog tails 
11/1/18 ~30 days of gratitude~ day 1 unlike last year when i debated joining in on 30 days of gratitude, this year it was a no-brainer to sign up for a third season. a few of the odds are stacked in my favor, such as my husband being away at play rehearsals on week nights . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ third annual nacho november 
a gentle indian summer exhales its smoky spiced cider breath easterly across this season of harvest. meanwhile, i experience the ebb of summer as a riptide so rapid that it threatens to pull me under. tumbled around and pummeled by a tempest of tasks, toppling piles of things, trips to take, transitions to tackle. a . . . → Read More: riptide 
this will be less verbose than some, but it is time to reconnect via rainbow… rainbow: portrait of the artist as a tidepool… rainbow: dahlias and hydrangeas being the rainbow. rainbow: anemone and seaweed being the rainbow, too! rainbow: heck, even a double-trailered coca-cola truck on a highway in idaho is . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ every little thing is gonna be ok 
quinn and i went to the pool several times this month, and he made some progress on learning to swim. the pool was almost empty and we had an hour each time to work on swimming skills. he is motivated to practice and a huge milestone was putting his ears in the water . . . → Read More: ~two months in the life of a lifelong learner~ playing games, gaming plays  2 comments  abundance, gratitude, lifelong learning, natural world, parenting  abundance, being a mama, books, coparenting, family, food, friends, games, grammy and grampy, gratitude, infinity, karate, life of fred, lifelong learning, love, math, math for fun and glory, music, nature, outside, parenting, pie, programming, reading, theatre camp 
(pronounced, “wow.”) just one month this time. still make tea.
this month in executive functioning… rich suggested getting quinn a watch, and he wore the one i ordered for him all weekend and gave us frequent reports: “it’s 5:36.” we’ll see if it helps with time awareness . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ the wau of quinn 2 comments abundance, gratitude, lifelong learning, parenting abundance, back yard, being a mama, celebration, coparenting, family, fibonacci, friends, gardening, gratitude, hexaflexagon, karate, lifelong learning, love, math, math for fun and glory, nature, parenting, pi, pokemon, science, screens as tools, wau, yu-gi-oh 
it hasn’t been the easiest summer for me. last thursday evening rich and i watched quinn in his theatre camp performance, and then we drove to the farm to fill boxes with hand-picked dusty tomatoes by twilight. we passed by the sunflowers waving in the coastal breeze we must have brought out of the west . . . → Read More: heliotrope |
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