...is not happening here.
The passing of Charlie's grandmother has us all a bit behind. I do not like feeling behind in school. I get grumpy about their work. The kids don't like to be behind.
We are back in PE and Latin this year. E will get high school credit for Latin this year. I love Mrs. Peterson. I don't feel like she rushes E, but E still manages to get a lot done. E enjoys languages, though, and it comes easy to her. Math is a whole 'nother (awful) ballgame. ELHO are in PE. J didn't want to do it. He isn't big into sports and never seemed to connect with the other boys at The Oaks.
I still have sewing stuff all over my living room and in the back of the van. Mimi's sewing room was just boxed and given to me. I love to see the projects she enjoyed and the love she put into them. I just don't love the disorganized mess it is. Hundreds of spools of thread, dozens of zippers, piles of fabric, and way-too-many buttons. Some of the stuff is not usable because cotton breaks down over time. The girls and I have many projects planned with the rest though.
Mimi had 5 children, 12 grandchildren (including Charlie), and 27 great-grandchildren (including my 6). Only one other family member sewed! I want to pass on my love for sewing and crafting. It's not just about the special feeling when I make something that somebody else likes. It's practical. I mend to save money. I sew for others to make money or trade for other things we need. I spend less money on gifts for other people. My children better not let me hear that they paid someone else to sew on a button or hem a pair of pants for them. I would feel like they missed some important childhood training.
More later. Work is calling.