It is late, and I am tired, but I am not in bed. I don’t know…just a lot of stuff rolling around in my mind. Not bad stuff – just stuff I need to do that I’m trying to remember not to forget to do – like adding stuff to the calendar so I don’t forget about it altogether. Also I keep thinking about a couple of home improvement projects that I’d love to get my hands dirty with but don’t have time right now (like painting the kitchen and stripping the carpet off the stairs). And of course, there’s the large stack of bags of mulch in the driveway that needs distribution. By the way, did you know that it is better to buy your mulch in bags than by the truckload/scoop? A neighbor who works for a pest control company told us that the heat generated by the sun in the enclosed bags kills the bug larvae lurking in the mulch. Who knew? I guess he did! So although it’s a bit cheaper to have a scoop dumped in my hubby’s pickup, we go buy the bags.
Since I last posted, I have completed a semester of college. It feels good. It went by much faster than I expected. I made A’s. So far, so good, aye? Summer session has already begun and I have turned in my first Algebra assignments. It’s not too bad, algebra. It’s not really math – it’s more like puzzle solving. And as soon as I can get myself to think of it that way first, some of my anxiety about it will dissipate. LOL.
I just never liked math. Didn’t stink at it entirely, just never had a good math teacher through elementary and middle school, so I just floated along with bare minimum skills and knowledge. I took Geometry, Algebra I and II in high school and did fine, but I did have to work hard. I didn’t really get it, either – I followed the steps and got results, but I couldn’t have explained any of it to a toad!
Homeschooling my children is where/when math clicked. I found myself having Eureka! moments constantly – even with simple addition. The first time was with double-digit addition. While showing my son how to “carry”, he kept coming up with the answer before I could work through the problem. He’d blurt it out and I’d be baffled. Turns out he just “got it” and explained to me that “adding all the 10’s and then the rest is easier than carrying, Mom.” He had to be, what? About 2nd grade, I think. He’s been doing that to me ever since. So I guess he taught me math, really. I couldn’t believe such things never occurred to me – I just did it how the teacher said and never thought about the numbers themselves. So when I get stuck a bit on an algebra problem (yes, it has happened several times already), I call him in to save the day. I still have those Eureka! moments and think to myself, “Why didn’t I see that?”
He had to choose a book from a list for English class and guess what? He chose my favorite author! I was secretly so thrilled, and I’m really hoping that it inspires him to read more of Michener. He’s reading The Bridges of Toko-Ri (which is one I haven’t read), and he is enjoying it. I’ve already recommended The Covenant, but trying not to get my hopes up.
My little girl is so growing up. It is so bittersweet, too. She wants to add another sport to her life, so we are checking into it. Apparently the local middle school is recruiting home schoolers for cross-country. Soccer she loves. She is so dedicated. Last night she was in the yard pushing herself (after an hour of soccer practice) to get her front handspring back. She could do it a few years ago, but is way out of practice and her rapid physical growth must make it feel quite awkward from when she was able to do it before. She worked hard at it. All for soccer, of course. She wants to be able to do a flip throw-in. Don’t know what that is? Check it out:
This makes me want to video her next soccer game. I haven’t done that yet. Last Saturday, the coach put her on offense for less than two minutes and she scored. We knew she would by the look on her face when she came through with the ball — sheer determination. It was nice for her. She usually prefers being on defense and does really well with that. Most of her opponents are pretty intimidated by her, and her teammates ask her to trade places with them when they get put up against someone who is bigger or who plays rough. She is always glad to do it.
Whenever I end a post abruptly, I am reminded of my Grandma, who calls occasionally and says whatever she called to say or ask whatever she called to ask, and then says “Bye” pretty abruptly. Oh, she takes time to stick in the “Love you” and all, but it is always a mite unexpected when she just up and says, “Well, I love you, honey. Bye.” It’s funny.
So here goes…I’m sleepy now. Bye.