Break Week!

We’re heading into our second break/make-up week of the year this week. Term 2 wasn’t as spot on as we planned – in fact, it just kept getting less and less ‘on’ the more we went – so we’re using this week less as a break and more as a make-up week this time. We’ve got almost a full week of schoolwork to get through before Term 2’s goals are met.

Geography, a favorite of mine, has taken a slide in particular. I love the curriculum – Expedition Earth over at Confessions of a Homeschooler. But it’s all too much. And it’s starting to get repetative – because taking out all the time-consuming ‘fun’ things like the cooking dishes and building projects and such – means we’re left with only the ‘boring’ parts. Hmm.

So I’m trying to figure out, this week, before Term 3 starts, is how to fix that. How to keep going with it, without having to color another flag and make another pretend postcard and learn the exact same facts on each country.

I’m going to be reorganizing my school supplies and curriculum for the next term, also. The basket above is majorly cluttered and things barely fit into it, so I’ll have to fix that before the new term begins! Same goes for a couple other homeschool ‘hot spots’, including Big Girl’s basket.

In other news, it’s gonna be a chilly autumn week. Today started off foggy and damp, but it’s supposed to brighten up later. I’m suffering a wicked cold, and so is everyone else, so we’re drinking a lot of tea. Soon as I’m well enough to avoid sneezing all over everything, I’ll be making some elderberry syrup for the season and feeding it to all of us daily as a preventative measure.

 

Autumn shivers.

Autumn in Montana is usually brief before it gives way to full blown winter. We’ve had a couple weeks of autumnal weather here, but last night marked the beginning of the end. Cold. Rain-turned-snow. Wind.

So today, I stayed warm and cozy in two shirts and wool socks, drank a pot of hot tea, and dug out a long-neglected crochet project. Amidst fighting children, coughing and sneezing, and shivering, whining dog, I sat at my desk and listened to music while I crocheted.

I’m doing a ripple afghan, all colorful and happy. I have grand plans to finish it by Christmas, but we shall see.

Harvest Festival

Harvest Festival is one of two or so ‘big’ events in Tiny Town. It’s the week where highschool football does its Homecoming thing and the school kids all dress up in various costumes for the week, and apparently they now also have a whole community gig with music, kids activities like – and I kid you not – “Wheat on the Street” which is apparently just a pile of wheat with toys in it for the kids to play in.

Wheat on the Street – who comes up with this stuff?!

Anyway, there’s vendors and crafts too, and the downtown business (all like, 4 of them) do some sidewalk sales and such. I’m an Usborne Books consultant, so I signed myself up to be a vendor. Then we discovered it’s gonna rain. A lot. Like, all day.

So instead, we moved the vendors indoors into a giant grain elevator/feed plant building where a lot of other activites were to be held, and set up shop there. And it was COLD. Holy cats it was cold. I wore two shirts, a puffy vest, a coat, sweatpants, and wool socks, and I was still freezing. They turned on some sort of heater thing, but it put out approximately one degree of heat if you stood within five inches of it. They turned on a second one, but it died. The huge truck doors were open, and I shivered and shivered and blew on my hands and sold books with a frozen smile.

And then finally, my dear mother came with a hat, gloves and hot tea. YAY! Have I mentioned that I love my mother? I really love her.

This whole time, the kids are in the next “room” where they actually have heat. Some, anyway. More than we did. So they’re running around like maniacs in the pile of wheat with no shoes, no socks, and coats stripped off. They dug in there, got a free bucket and toy, zoomed around a little haybale surrounded racetrack on tiny bikes, and even made playdough out of wheat they got to grind themselves.

The playdough was warm. I actually convinced one of the kids to go make more so I could stuff a bag of it into my pocket for warmth.

I felt like nobody was buying anything, but I wound up selling quite a bit of stuff, which was great! Definitely worth my time. And hey, the kids had fun all day long. I’d planned on getting more pictures of the activities, but my phone died really early in the day, and of course there were no convenient outlets.