The last two weeks has been busy and really fun at the same time. With summer ending, we had guests, lots of happening in the kitchen and the garden, and getting our new routines set up.
… we had a special guest. We played. The kids played their games with Glendie and she played Scrabble with me every night, and we all played together other games. We went to the river. We canned. We pickled. We talked. We sewed. We listened. We laughed. Oh what a bunch of days! A fun visit. Thanks Glendie for everything!
… cleaned, cleaned and cleaned. The living room, the dining room, the bedrooms, the drawers, the basement (a little), the curtains… getting ready. But not everything is put back together. We are slowly getting ready.
… I found this picture of Mt Hood that I really like at the thrift store. And now I think I know where to put it.
… I sewed and knitted some too.
… canned, lots of produce! It feels good to see the shelves all lined up with different colors of foods. Love it! (I started a list of foods Put Up this year, on the side bar. It’s been fun to have it in a list like that, besides the beautiful colors lining our shelves.)
… cooked too.
… have seen lots of playing everywhere. I know the weather will turn and so will the playing. For now, I am enjoying what I see and find spread all around.
… thoroughly enjoyed the rain we had one day and the cloudy days last weekend. And enjoyed somewhat the high temperatures of this week as well, but wishing we could be hanging out at a creek or a lake all day though.
… we watched another movie last night with some friends in our backyard. I really enjoyed it. We’ll have to do a few more before it starts to rain.
… we did go to the river one of the days, while most of the kids were in school. We are still enjoying the last of the summer days, swimming around.
… Mark’s grandma is celebrating 95 years old this month. I really wish we could be closer to her. It would be so special to celebrate with her.
… Lucas started Fall Ball. Baseball playing in the fall, a first for him and us. He had three practices this week and is so excited to be learning new things and playing baseball for a little while longer.
… we spent some time with our nephew who has lived out of town up until now. We are catching up in lots of playing.
There were breakfast shared, and dinners and lunches, and capes being made…
So many things to catch up with in these past 3 years. Oh my.
… I found this link… oh my. It seems old. Seems from very long time ago. That makes me feel very old… was I in high school listening to Soda Estéreo! Man… time goes by really fast.
Oh and this one… brings back so many memories. I think I had my hair like that too. It was the late eighties… totally cool! Right?
… enjoyed eating two kinds of grapes given by two different neighbors. I do love grapes, and it’s so nice to be given such a delicious sweet treat. Can’t wait for ours to start producing! (In few years, I think.)
… have loved seeing Mark and Siena come in from their trip to the garden with arms full of vegetables. Cucumbers, zucchinis, eggplants, tomatoes, basil, lovage, peppers… oh such a treat!
… we picked the unit we’ll start with this week. We are back to formal homeschooling days and with our new activities and classes. We are excited to get started.
… read about Nicanor Parra’s celebrating 100 years of age.
And to celebrate I’d like to share the poem that was read in Chile last Friday, on his 100th birthday, throughout the country in celebration. El Hombre Imaginario (The Imaginary Man.)
El hombre imaginario
vive en una mansión imaginaria
rodeada de árboles imaginarios
a la orilla de un río imaginario
De los muros que son imaginarios
penden antiguos cuadros imaginarios
irreparables grietas imaginarias
que representan hechos imaginarios
ocurridos en mundos imaginarios
en lugares y tiempos imaginarios
Todas las tardes tardes imaginarias
sube las escaleras imaginarias
y se asoma al balcón imaginario
a mirar el paisaje imaginario
que consiste en un valle imaginario
circundado de cerros imaginarios
vienen por el camino imaginario
entonando canciones imaginarias
a la muerte del sol imaginario
Y en las noches de luna imaginaria
sueña con la mujer imaginaria
que le brindó su amor imaginario
vuelve a sentir ese mismo dolor
ese mismo placer imaginario
y vuelve a palpitar
el corazón del hombre imaginario.
A poet, a physicist, a mathematician, one of the most influential poets in Latin America. Happy 100th Birthday.
The imaginary man
Lives in an imaginary mansion
Surrounded by imaginary trees
At the banks of an imaginary river.
From the walls that are imaginary
Hang old, imaginary paintings
Unmendable, imaginary cracks
Representing imaginary events
That happened on imaginary worlds
On imaginary places and times.
Every afternoon, imaginary afternoons
He climbs the imaginary stairs
And he looks through the imaginary balcony
To look the imaginary landscape
That’s formed by an imaginary valley
Surrounded by imaginary mountains.
Come by the imaginary road
Singing imaginary songs
By the death of the imaginary sun.
And on the nights of imaginary moon
He dreams of the imaginary woman
That gave him her imaginary love
And he feels the same pain again
The same imaginary pleasure
And it beats again
The heart of the imaginary man.
— Nicanor Parra
Pictures obtained from the internet.
I should be so lucky to live to 100.