Hey, another 'Peger here! Hi Heather! Nice to meet you. Hope you're enjoying the (by Winnipeg standards) glorious weather we're having today.
I'm really loving reading this thread. One of the big reasons I took ds out of school was so that he could get MORE experience of the real world, and real life, than he was getting in ps. It's really crazy for me to hear the "but what about the real world" comments. The further we get away from school, the less that any of it seems to have any relation whatsoever to real life.
I'm really happy that ds is now a teenager, and school is quickly becoming a non-issue for everyone around us. Very few kids his age (13) are still enjoying school, so no kid ever asks him why he's homeschooled, they just think he's lucky. He looks old enough to be out of school, so no one ever questions him about why he's not there. The idea of school just never seems to come up any more
Speaking of the real world, tho, we had a great day today. I've been working like crazy lately (I think I might have mentioned this once or twice
) so having the day off was great by itself. Ds actually woke up before I did, a feat in itself. I finally got up at 2, we lazed around for a few hours, then went out to the local cafe/bookstore where ds had coffee and a really yummy feta and olive sandwich, I had a raspberry italian soda with whipped cream, and we shared a peanut butter brownie. We picked out a bunch of books, I always go overboard when we go there, but found half a dozen books that are on the reading lists for the online book clubs I've been joining lately. Ds found a book on biplanes and triplanes, from a series that he already has a bunch of books in, and a copy of Half-Asleep in Frog Pyjamas, a novel I've been telling him about for a while, it's one of the few novels written in the second person, where the narrator addresses "you". It also happens to be set on Easter weekend, starting on Thursday, April 5 (written in 1994.) Ds is going to try to read it this weekend. He also decided he wants to try to get a job at the cafe, since he loves books and coffee. He worked at the grocery store next door to us for a while, liked making money but learned some very good lessons on just how boring pointless work can be, and really grew to appreciate the value of money.
Now we're back at home, watching a gorgeous sunset (I work inside an arena and almost never see the sun lately, so I'm basking in it now) and watching House, our favorite show, ds is simultaneously playing video games and we are planning on napping some more later on tonight
Oh, and Genifer, I totally get the not walking on graves thing, my mom (Irish Catholic immigrant) would FREAK if I walked on a grave, it's totally disrespectful there, and there's a big culture around grave yards, we would go for "picnics" with the grandparents, sitting on their graves and celebrating their birthdays, long after they'd died. Only a close relative is allowed to sit on a grave, and no one is allowed to stand. I still can't walk on a grave, it makes me feel like I've walked into someone's bedroom. It's their place, kwim?