An Ode to September

And Ode?  Really?


Let’s just say it’s more of a random recap of a month that isn’t even over yet.  It’s so random, in fact, that I already don’t remember what it was I was going to blog about today.  Hmm . . .

Oh, yes!  Let’s start with answering some questions:

1.  Yes, George knows about the blog (not exactly sure if he’s read any of it since I’m not stalking my sitemeter account);
2.  Yes, George was/is and old friend from high school  and we did the whole Tewt the Newt schtick one summer when I was home from college (my little brother is just WAY younger than I am);
3.  I’m not sure if I am going to change my blog name or leave it as is.  This is somewhat of a blogging existential crisis.  What should I do?  Oh what should I do?  What is the meaning of life and what is the point of my blog??????
4.  I’m sure Tewt the Newt will live on in my blog, but I’m not sure how.  “And hey, if you’re reading, Tewt the Newt says hello!”?
5.  Since I quit eating wheat, I’ve lost 9 lbs.  Oh, wait, nobody asked about that.  Whatever.

I think that’s all the questions I needed to answer.  Please let me know if I’ve forgotten any.

Let’s see . . . what else . . .

My five-year-old son is soon to be six, and my 10-year-old daughter is soon to be 11.  My how time does fly.  Pictures will be forthcoming.

We have lived in this house for an entire season now, so it is probably about time for me to wrap up the “100 Reasons I Love Living Here” post that I started a few months back and hit the publish button.  Don’t worry, there won’t actually be 100 reasons. I mean, I know you all have Real Lives to live.

Speaking of living here, I think we’ve hit the neighbor jackpot again, though who knows?  The other day the (single) guy next door to us was telling McH he’s thinking of putting a fence up between our properties next year and was wondering if we’d want to go halves on it.

Yeah, no thanks.

Our invisible fence is working just fine keeping the dogs in.  Honest and truly, neither one has left the yard even once.  They haven’t even tried.  I attribute this to two things:  First, where we lived before was so stinking boring that even the dogs wanted OUT; and second, this house is much bigger, and part of that much bigger includes a mud room that is almost the size of the bedroom I had to share with my sister until I was 12.  So, with the help of what is probably the nicest baby gate I have ever seen, we have made the mud room the dog room, and they are not allowed anywhere else in the house.  Because they have a room of their own in which to shed and drop dirt and mud, they are in the house a lot more here, and they are much happier.  I am also much happier because I’m not having to vacuum my entire house twice a day, nor am I having to sweep my kitchen floor three times a day.  You would think that would give me more time to blog, but it hasn’t really worked out that way . . . probably because there is Stuff To Do here (and?  for the record?  everybody here thinks that here is out in the country.  Hahahahahahahahahahaha heeheeheeheeheeheehee *snort*).

I am going to paint that mud/dog room this weekend, hopefully.  I will take before and after pictures.  Trust me, white walls for a dog room just aren’t the best idea (though, of course, the original owners didn’t use it as a dog room, so I’m sure white paint was perfectly sensible to them).

The home school year is going okay so far.  I’m still not feeling super duper about what we are doing for science, but it seems to be working great for A~ who is the World Champion self-motivated learner.  She came to me this morning and said, “Okay, I went through the two project/experiment books to see what that had that goes along with the concepts I’ve been reading and outlining in the other book, and here’s a list.”

*Sniff*  See, that’s probably something I should have done, except?  She did it on her own, without be asked or told.  *Sniff*  I love that child!

So I gave her a big hug and told her she was the best thing since sliced bread (actually, I think I said, “God bless you for being such a self-motivated learner!) and then said she could pick whichever project/experiment she wants to start with since she went to the trouble of looking it all up and making the list.

So she chose to make a potato cannon.  That is something she shall be working on with her father this weekend.

After discussing the potato cannon a bit (Me:  Make a list of the materials you will need, because your dad and I are going to Home Depot tomorrow for date night.  Her: Okay.)  I was looking at Tank Boy’s history book and the projects that can be done to go along with the chapter he is currently studying.

“Hey,” I asked him, “Do you want to mummify a chicken?”

“You mean make a mummy out of a chicken???!!!??” he asked quite excitedly.  “Yes!  So cool!”

So in addition to Home Depot, we will be making a stop at the grocery store for an (already dead and plucked chicken) and then another at the fabric store for some LINEN.

I have to put LINEN in all caps because the other day I said something about mummies and how “then they wrap them up in cloth,” and Tank Boy looked at me like I was slightly daft and said, “LINEN.”

After the trip to Home Depot in which we buy at least one of everything and 15 of some things, the next few weeks’ free time will be filled with various and sundry home improvement projects.  Though it is probably last on my list of priorities, I am most excited about painting the downstairs living room/school room and making much of one wall into a huge chalkboard.

And now, I believe I shall end with a Mormon conundrum.  You see, here in Canada South, they apparently do trick-or-treating ON Halloween.  This is a foreign concept to me.  In my home state trick-or-treating is scheduled around football games, and Other Town events, and Sundays.  It is usually on a Saturday, or a Thursday, and it isn’t uncommon for different communities in the same area to hold trick-or-treating on different nights (and yes, parents schlep their kids around to different communities on different nights because, apparently, they don’t love them and want to increase their chances of obesity and diabetes and cavities).

Anyway, as we all know, this year Halloween falls on a Sunday.  Somehow, trick-or-treating does not seem to fall within the realm of Keeping the Sabbath Day Holy.  I mean, maybe it would be okay out if we could sacrifice our biggest Snickers Bar to God, but it really doesn’t work that way.  I’m not sure what to do.  Our congregation is having a Halloween party that Saturday (yes, a Halloween party, not a “Fall Festival – because Halloween is a pagan holiday *gasp*”) (reason #101 why I love living here), so our kids will get to trick-or-treat at church.  It’s not like they really need any more candy after that.

I think our compromise is that we won’t go trick-or-treating, but we will pass out candy to those who come knocking.  What would you (especially other Mormons) do?

And, umm, to all those who are reading, Tewt the Newt says he wants to be an alligator for Halloween.

And stay tuned for the next password protected post in which I discuss Harry Potter’s nemesis and nervous tics!  Riveting stuff, I tell you!

3 thoughts on “An Ode to September

  1. It’s poetry day here in our little blog clique. Have you seen Broccoli Guy’s post? I think I need to go make a post and put the word “haiku” in the title or something.
    I love the cannon, but the mummy really makes me excited. I’m such a geek…
    As for Halloween, since you wanted your Mormon friends to reply (oh, wait I’m not Mormon), I thought it a bit strange to trick-or-treat on Sunday as well. I think what you have decided to do makes sense. In fact, we may go with that method also!


  2. We won’t be trick-or-treating on Sunday, but will at the church party the night before. (Somehow, we ended up NOT moving to Mormon Row — just like frat row, only not.) But, the ward will meet at the bishop’s house and trick/trunk-or-treat up to the choir director’s. With about 15 houses of members along the three blocks. No, I don’t live in UT. And, we won’t be handing any out, either. In fairness, though, nobody comes to our street, anyway. It’s not worth the calorie-burning mountain climb to get here, apparently.

    And, your school sounds way fun! Can my kids come?


  3. The Halloween issue is actually a little worse here in Utah because the non-members pull the “how dare you try to get us to live YOUR religion” spiel when members try to send their kids out a day early, or don’t have candy available on THE day. I was hoping to just leave town and spend the weekend at our condo in Moab doing non-Halloween activities, but, alas, the condo is rented out to others for that weekend. I still haven’t decided what we are going to do…


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