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Monday
Sep072020

Day 251 in 2020

Getting ready to upgrade the bedroom from elementary to high school style, just in time for the new school year. It's not going to be the "new start" we had imagined. With Calvin's high school credits basically finished, he had his choice of activities for the coming four years. His top priority is dance, but bassoon brings up a close second, so we entertained the idea of sending him to the public school for the first time, letting him get used to classrooms, note taking, schedules, and the like, since he would be going there for band anyhow. It was an interesting idea, placed just out of reach by Covid, of course. Another idea had been to just homeschool for another four years, but I really feel like that has run its course, so we're going with option three, which is online classes with a private school that caters to families with unique learning styles and placements and culminates in a full diploma. He'll have teachers, deadlines, and grades for most of his classes, and will receive credit for the handful that I will still be overseeing. It's a slight departure from where I thought we'd be, but a great stepping stone that we're all excited about.

Sunday
Sep062020

Day 250 in 2020

Saturday
Sep052020

Day 249 in 2020

Friday
Sep042020

Day 248 in 2020


Broken string...

Thursday
Sep032020

Day 247 in 2020 (the silent disappearance)

Loss is hard. Change is hard. And they are both even harder when they are not quite clear or finite around the edges. After weeks of struggle, or really more like months, we returned our beautiful, sweet, Dalmatian puppy to her breeder. She was fearful, and skittish, and very uncomfortable in our busy and loud home. No matter what methods we used or what help we sought, her fear seemed only to grow, and as her fear grew, the size of her response grew in kind so that she went from a cowering puppy to a growling puppy to a snapping puppy. If love could have fixed it, I would not be writing the heart wrenching message. I thought about saying nothing, about letting the moment and its sadness float away into the air like so many hopes and dreams, about letting her become a silent disappearance to those who only see our lives in pictures, but that wouldn’t be fair to her or to us. It will take time to heal, and when we do we will not want her to be a silent disappearance, but a beautiful fleeting moment of hope in a difficult time that lives in only in memory.