Just when I think I am going to start blogging again, I get busy, or bored, or can't think of anything to say. And weeks go by...
Last week the kids had work mowing lawns and babysitting, and their bank accounts are growing. I'm happy to see that they like earning money.
I actually finished a book in a relatively short amount of time. I'm still not sure I liked it, but I might talk about it more another time. It's Children and Fire by Ursula Hegi, an author I have had mixed experience with. Her books remind me a little of Zola's - grim, realistic fiction, well-written. Not lovely, really.
We also spent a lot of time this week working in the garage and receiving a load of furniture and other belongings that we'd left behind in Oregon when we left four years ago. It's been challenging finding space for some of the things, and there are more than a few items we wished we'd told our renters to leave at the house. I am happy about some additional storage space! Eleanor has a "new" dresser in her room, a sweet old thing my mother had bought for me years ago at an antiques auction. And I'm happy that my mom's old marble-topped, tile-backed washstand fit in my room (after we moved a small bookcase out); that is a treasure and I'm happy to have it back.
Summer school? Hasn't happened yet. The intern starts his job in another week and then maybe the kids and I will get back to a routine. We have a lot of books we want to read, and a lot of places we want to go.