Today is a snow day for our entire state. Even the local college campuses are not having classes or meetings. We've gotten over 6 inches so far, and it is still coming down in abundance. Even though a snow day for a homeschooler is not quite as exciting, it still feels different and special. Here is my writer-in-residence, working on her newest short story. It's actually an assignment for her Challenge B class, and she's decided to go "vintage" and write the whole rough draft by real typewriter. She also begged her Daddy to start a fire for her. Perfect writing conditions, I'd say. She has a cup of coffee nearby, too, of course.
|A winter wonderland view from my upstairs window|
Added to this load of homework is the packing and preparation involved with traveling to South Africa next Wednesday! That's right. He'll have a very full day of school including a formal debate, and will leave straight away for Northborough, MA, where he'll meet up with his team, spend the night, and leave Wednesday morning from Boston for the VERY LONG flights to Durban. I couldn't be more excited for him, and am praying that his life will be changed forever by the things he sees and the experiences he has serving and traveling.
|This dissection team left their poor crayfish completely mutilated. |
Their tray looked like a monstrous murder scene when they got done,
but they did identify all pertinent parts and organs.
During music history seminar, Noah and Cooper played "Here Comes The Sun." It was quite a jump forward in musical eras from the Franz Liszt piece Jesse played last week, but so wonderful to see each student use their gifts for the benefit of others. And those socks. Wow. He helped me pick out some socks to put in Kory's stocking at Christmastime and then picked those for his own stocking. Not many people can pull this type of fashion (or non-fashion?) off, but Coop most certainly can.
|That's Coop and Kayla in the top left and bottom right boxes. |
So hard to tell everyone apart with all their gear on!
Cooper used Kory's short skis (a.k.a. trick skis) for the first time this week, and could not wait to ski down Carinthia ~ which is nothing but jumps and rails. I was a bit nervous about this knowing his feelings of invincibility. Not long after he took off to that run, I saw the ski patrol pass by with stretcher attached heading straight to Carinthia. I just knew it was for him, partly because he had a pretty nasty wipe out a few weeks before. I texted him, called him. No answer. Ugh.
Thoughts of having to find the nearest Vermont hospital flashed through my mind. Visions of having to cancel his South Africa mission trip, and worse, plan a funeral (motherhood does this...) were causing me much anxiety until another mom told me she had just seen him intact and happily heading back up the lift. Kayla reported later that he wasn't doing anything crazy, and Cooper himself told me that his fall from the time before caused him to be extra cautious. Natural consequences can have amazing effects, and I was grateful!
Now, I'm off to do some homework myself ~ getting dinner in the oven and outlining a few talks that I need to give at upcoming retreats. I'm really excited about both, but nervous, too, as the chosen topics can be kind of sensitive and controversial. More on that later, maybe. Praying that I'll only write what the Lord leads and gives ~ that my words will be His alone.