About That Deadline. . .

See?  I let it slip just one day.  And that turned into a week, even though I had the daily plan of getting a post up before bedtime.  And here I am, staring at another deadline.  Yet, I'm dead tired. 

I have a whole essay composed in my head.  This is what I do, you know, as I'm driving from here to there, or doing the dishes, or clipping the bushes: I'm thinking about how I will write the thing I am planning to write.  But at 10:15, it's not going to come out well. 

So here is what we are left with:  I'll give a very brief run-down of all that we've been doing.  It won't be fun or interesting.  But it will be a bookmark for next Sunday's post.  Then all you sweet people who have stopped by to see if I've finally done my duty will at least know that there's no need to check until yet another week has gone by. 

Official Superhero SOE:

went to a Sky Sox game

went to the Air Force Academy volleyball season opener

started our homeschool co-op for the semester

saw Gemma ride a two wheeler and nearly went hoarse cheering for her--can I just say?: one of the happiest moments of my life

went on field trip to 4 Mile Historical Park in Denver

went to Buckskin Joe's in Canyon City and rode its train over the Royal Gorge

went to another Sky Sox game on a Friday night because very generous friends gave us box suite tickets--we had the best seat in the house for the pretty terrific fireworks.  (Is it relavent that the Sox lost both games we attended?) 

spent most of today at the pool--last visit of the season!--and, ahem: I swam four lengths consecutively (checked that box!)  I actually did learn to do flip-turns this summer, too.  But they take so much wind, I would not have been able to swim all 100 yards if I'd done them at each end.  Mark my words:  a year from now. . .

re-decorated/arranged/organized our basement where we do most of our schooling; it is a shadow of the things to come for this house, now that we know (hope!) we'll be staying for a while

And, oh yeah!, have been working like beasts trying to prepare for the kick-off of AWANA, the Bible-memory-fun-fellowship-coolness club at our church.  Bryan is now the Director for Cubbies, the pre-school level of this group, and I am the "secretary" (all I really do is ghost-write his communications to leaders and parents).  We've both been a little shocked at how much work it takes to get the year started. 

It's a rich life.  I'm looking forward to telling you all about it.