Still here. Been one of those weeks, so thanks for bearing with me. I have at least one comic strip in my head, and as long as it stays there until I can get it on paper, there will be new strips next week.
So what have I been up to? Well, the library held their annual book sale last weekend. I've been volunteering since the summer, sorting book donations. For some reason, the Library Friends thought I was very good at sorting children's books. I can't imagine why. They decided to put me in charge of the children's section for the sale. And of course, my inner voice screamed, "Tell them no!" in its teeny tiny voice that is so easy to miss when I feel appreciated. So I spent Friday and Saturday running the children's section, helping people find books they wanted, and organizing. Constantly organizing. Because when someone decides they don't want a book, they simply drop it where they stand, even if that means a raunchy teen title ends up in the picture books. And as much fun as it was, I am glad the sale is over now. It gives me more time to pick up after my family.
Marina started her second year at college. This is the first year she is full time, with four courses. I have to say, this whole college experiment seems to be two steps forward, one step back. I know she likes it. I am sure of it. But she is not a fan of homework, and she has had a lot of homework lately. The thing is, she is a perfectionist. I've always known this about her. So we are working on her time management skills. I've also given her a lot of pep talks. For example, I pointed out that she didn't think she could cut it her first year when she tried to keep up with the homework for one course. Now she is handling assignments for four courses. Granted, she is still upset about having so much work, but it's getting done. And after this semester, she only needs to take one more required course. Then it will all be courses she likes! I know that fulfilling the GED requirements is a major part of the problem because those are the only courses she complains about. It's annoying, but that is the way it is in our crazy state. You want a college degree, you need the high school diploma or equivalent. At least the credits for the GED count toward the associate degree.
In between volunteering and cheerleading Marina, I've done my best to jump back into a new term of homeschooling/unschooling life. Which means keeping a record of what Chase and Sierra are doing each day, getting them to their activities, and hoping I don't forget anything. Like paying bills. Or buying groceries. Or putting gas in the car.
Gas. I knew there was something I forgot.