This week, I finished two things.
- I finished a writing project– an 1800-word health article. The problem with writing about health supplements is that when I complete one, it gets me thinking, “I need some of that!” So, the jar of herbal supplement pictured above came from Amazon this week. It’s supposed to suppress my sugar cravings?
- I finished the book The Willpower Instinct, which I added to my Winter Reading Contest list. What I liked: The author gives lots of practical tips on how to overcome bad habits. What I didn’t like: Modern scientist authors usually present evolution as a logically accepted, scientific fact. Interesting…because macro-evolution is not science. It does not follow the scientific method, not being observable or repeatable. That said, other than these kinds of assumptions, I really liked the book. 🙂
On Monday, we took a rare field trip to a local ski hill, since it was Homeschool Ski & Snowboard Day. We were the first ones that showed up, arriving 1.5 hours before the chairlifts started lifting. Mark this day down in history.
To go skiing, I wore the LL Bean jacket that my husband gave me 20+ years ago. One lady remarked that she liked my vintage jacket. A little girl asked me, “How do you take that thing off?”
I’m just glad I didn’t break any bones wearing it.
Here I am with my two beginning skiers: Gianny & Marco. They started their beginner lesson at 10:00. The teacher shooed the parents away, so I took to the hills with my 13-year old Ava. After 20 minutes, I thought I’d go check on the boys. We were halfway down a hill when I heard a familiar voice yelling, “Hi, Mama!”
Words cannot describe how surprised I was to see Marco on the chairlift, seated beside two strangers. I had left him safely gliding down the bunny hill, supervised by a team of ski instructors. But now here he was, 20 minutes later, waving and smiling confidently from high on the chairlift. A few thoughts went through my head:
- Did he leave the hill and follow us without permission from the teacher?
- What is he thinking?
- How can I hurry up there and help him down the hill before he tries to ski down alone?
Then, Ava and I watched him sail down the hill like an expert. The truth was: Marco did so well with his beginner lesson that the teacher graduated him early and told him to head to the chairlift and enjoy the hills. Whaaaa?! After I recovered from the shock, it was clear to me that he was capable and fearless. It made me giggle to see his little beginner body cruise down the hills with ease. I still smile to think about it. He’s got good Scandinavian blood, no fear and the faith of a child. 🙂
So, yesterday I didn’t make dinner. (Almost as rare as a day at the ski hill.)
I ate out with my younger children. because Chik Fil A was giving free sandwiches if you wear your MN Wild hockey jersey.
Later, I came home to a few grumpy, hungry and bewildered young adults that couldn’t seem to hunt and gather food for their dinner.
(These are the same young adults that are often out and about and don’t eat the dinner that I regularly make.)
The cupboard was a bit sparse, but we had eggs, milk, bread, butter and cereal. And a few other things. Let’s use our imagination?
Sigh. Mama got mad and started to bang pans around in her bothered haste to make some food. Then she walked into her room where one of said young adults had, one hour earlier, gently laid three flower bouquets on the desk with a loving note attached.
Tears. Laughter. More tears. Hugs. Repentance all around and smiles.
After this, I happened to read through Dolly Mama’s blog post and shed more tears.
So…that was a slice of my life this week.