A nasty stomach virus is walloping our family today. I was up all night, sick sick sick. Scott was up all night taking care of sick sick sick me. Jane got hit next, though so far her bout seems milder (please oh please). This is the first time I’ve dragged myself downstairs all day. Now I’m dragging back up. So nothing new from me today. But you’ve got a new Carnival of Homeschooling to enjoy (so appropriate for today). And don’t miss this cool heads-up from Becky at Farm School.
Back to bed. Here’s hoping the other kids and my hero husband escape the plague.
I hope it doesn’t cross the Mississippi, we’re safe out west so far!! I’m praying it doesn’t hit your whole family and that you’re feeling fine soon! Blessings!
(A roundup post with links to my notes and reviews)
Hey, what happened to all those booklists you used to have in your sidebars at the old blog?
They're still accessible at melissawiley.typepad.com, where this blog lived from January 2005-March 2008. You can also find all my Lilting House posts there, or try the search bar here. All my previous Bonny Glen and Lilting House posts have been imported to this site.
Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
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“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”
Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?
And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?
I’m so sorry to hear the plague has hit, and hope you can get some rest so that you’re all up and around and feel better very, very soon.
And thank you for the nod — lots of visitors at Farm School from the Bonny Glen : )
Posted on February 28th, 2006 at 3:31 pmWe had something like that go through not too long ago. I came home and my poor hubby was actually GREEN. Hope you are feeling better soon!
Posted on February 28th, 2006 at 4:48 pmWe had it at our house too — fortunately it passes pretty quickly.
Posted on March 1st, 2006 at 5:19 amOoooh, I hope you’re feeling better soon!
Posted on March 1st, 2006 at 5:43 amSorry to hear you’ve been sick. That’s no fun at all.
Posted on March 1st, 2006 at 10:45 amPraying no one else gets it.
I hope it doesn’t cross the Mississippi, we’re safe out west so far!! I’m praying it doesn’t hit your whole family and that you’re feeling fine soon! Blessings!
Posted on March 1st, 2006 at 6:32 pm