Monday, February 27, 2017

"Where Words Fail, Music Speaks", Hans Christian Anderson

We have come to really enjoy concerts.  When the girls were younger we attended classical concerts, recitals, concerts in the park, etc.  We steered clear of the “big” concerts because of sensory issues with noise and crowds.  Now that those things are really no longer an issue, we have discovered how much we enjoy concerts.  

The girls had the opportunity to see twenty one pilots recently with a bunch of friends.  It was a super late night for them but they said it was totally worth it.




College Street Music Hall in New Haven is a great small venue.  Friends invited us to see Lake Street Dive, who were pretty amazing.  



Then we have our weekly worship at church.  A visiting Pastor compared our worship band to Hillsong.  They are that good.  Each week is a blessing and just what I need to still my mind and heart before hearing the Word of God.



We have some exciting concerts coming up in the next few months.  I’m looking forward to making new family memories at each.


Friday, February 24, 2017

Dresses for Swaziland Update



My assistant turned co-teacher brought in her serger.  It makes those really cool seams on your clothes that make the edge look bound.  In fact, that is what it does, it binds and cuts the edge of a piece of fabric so that when you fold and sew it into a seam, it will not unravel.  She taught the girls how to use it.

Because this was a special occasion, and we would not have this machine at our next coop meeting, we created an assembly line to prepare all the pillowcases that were donated.  Grace ironed.  I cut the seam off the bottom and cut the arm holes.  Another student did all the serging.  We zipped through a large stack of pillowcases.  






When we meet again next week, all that will be required is the sewing of the arm seams, and creating the drawstrings.  By working together we ensured that a much larger donation will be made to our friends in Swaziland than I was expecting!  



Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Winter Shelling

I miss the beach.  I miss the girls having their ASL class in the beach neighborhood of our town.  That was my weekly hour of sand and Jesus.  It was my peace, my relaxation, my “me” time.  I suppose I could drive to the beach and park for an hour, but I never seem to take that time for myself.  


One warm-ish day we decided it was time for a little shelling.  The sun was shining, the tide was low, and the finds were good.  No matter how gray the snow and sky are in the middle of a New England winter, there is always color at the beach!








Don't You Just Stay Home All Day?

It’s funny because last night at youth group some of the kids friends were discussing homeschooling and really truly felt that we stay home...