It's been a while since I've taken the time to blog -my routine has been scattered (to say the least) since school started back up. Today I am grateful for:
*my relationship with my daughter. I've made a determined effort the past couple of days to relish in-the-moment time with her, to make the most of our evenings, to really listen, and it has been very rewarding. She has such a sensitive soul and a creative mind - I love to hear how she is thinking about and processing everything around her. Tonight she wrote a story, then dressed up as her main character, acted out the story and had me take photos of key points, loaded the photos onto VoiceThread, and then she narrated her story on the "slides" on VoiceThread so that she could share her story with other people we know. I'm pretty sure that my mind didn't work like that when I was her age!
*the joy I find in organizing - I may not do it terribly effectively or frequently, but it just makes me feel good to sort through boxes or cupboards and organize my "stuff". The impending change from summer to fall wardrobe is always a doozy when it comes to organizing our closets.
*the State Fair. I don't know why I enjoy it so much - maybe it's mostly in the abstract, being more fond of something when it is not a part of my daily life, but rather more like a fond fuzzy memory. I love the IDEA of the State Fair, and the opportunity to show L things we wouldn't otherwise see on a daily basis. I could, given a more generous income, go to the Fair every day it is here and just meander around in the afternoons. However, I am not willing to pay $8/day or whatever outrageous price it is currently. So we'll go a couple of times and buy flavored honey spread and warm spiced nuts and maybe some Crocs. And ride on the carousel and assorted other slightly-frighteningly-temporary, don't-think-about-the-safety-regulations rides. And spend an excruciating amount of time in the animal barns. And apparently, ride the SkyChair this year (which is my phobia, in case you didn't know. I intensely dislike ski lifts, but L and Stuart love them. And I feel compelled to ride with them because the idea of them falling and dying without me is more frightening than the idea of just riding along with them. My rational mind knows that isn't sensible, but I just can't get over it. Stuart frequently points out that if you feel from a chair lift, into the snow, you probably wouldn't die - but so far we have never ridden one over snow, only in the summer over bare ground. At least the one at the Fair is not as high up as traditional ones.)
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