Four weeks = one month = the amount of PSEO work I need to make up this weekend.
It’s a hefty load, so I don’t blame you for asking why I’m blogging.
My philosophy about homework (when I have a four-day weekend to get it all done) is that when done in smaller amounts with greater concentration, it’s more manageable. Basically, this just means that I get to take more breaks and eat snacks while I work.
Every now and then I discover something about myself that reminds me that I’m definitely cut out for being a writer. Today the discovery was that I love being home alone. This isn’t a new realization, but the point was reiterated today as I made my own dinner of macaroni and cheese (not from a box, we use real milk and cheese here) at 4:00, when I was hungry. (actually, my hunger is perpetual) I don’t mind a quiet house at all. Can you say “introvert”? The time to recharge and be alone with my thoughts and schoolbooks and Jonathan is priceless. I treasure people, and I use the word “treasure” for a reason. Treasure implies that you really value it – like a gigantic ruby necklace from a pirate’s booty – but you take it out sparingly and treat it with great care. Alone time is more like sterling silver jewelry, for everyday wear.
And by everyday, I mean everyday.
The time I spent with humans today was great, too. Waking up without an alarm makes me a happier camper in the morning, so at 9:30 when the coffeemaker started it’s loud grinding business it wasn’t a bother. Actually, that noise is never a bother. My mom and I decided that it would be a good day for waffles, so the waffle maker made an appearance along with peanut butter and chocolate chips to top my waffle. Then, in order to work off my high-calorie breakfast, Adam and I went rollerblading. For November 3rd in Minnesota, the sun has made a surprising number of appearances – and snowflakes have been extremely shy! But when has weather ever been predictable here?
Since packing shoebox gifts for kids in third-world countries is one of my favorite parts about Christmas, we also made a trip to Dollar Tree. I have never seen it so well-populated in there, but I suppose since they have anything you could ever need except for anything high-quality that makes sense. Saying that reminded me of a bumper sticker that I saw once:
Anyways, Adam and I were able to find all the hygiene items(toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, combs, and DEODORANT), stuffed animals, wiffle balls, and hard candy needed for three gifts for boys 10-14 years of age for a grand total of (da-da-da-da-DA!) $19.00. It was a Christmas miracle. We decided jointly that even though the boxes are going to young teen boys, everyone needs a stuffed animal – so there’s a stuffed monkey, a dog, and a bear that are going to cuddle with some sweet boys around the world somewhere.
I just wish I could be there when they open them. I wish I could add a hug to the box.