So far this year we've had regular interruptions - for good causes, but our routine has run off the rails to a certain extent. This weekly review has expanded to take in the last month so I can share an overview of what we've been doing.
Wonder of wonders, miracles of miracles...
We booked tickets late last year for a performance of Fiddler on the Roof. My husband said he'd drive us to the train station so I didn't have to worry about parking. Great! Off we went and he'd no sooner dropped us off and disappeared, when we saw that there were police all over the station and they were allowing no one on the platforms. Benj said, "Quick, ring Dad!" So back he came and we jumped in so we could go to another station further down the line. Then Dad decides this would be a good opportunity for Benj to have a driving lesson...By the time we got anywhere near another station not affected by the stoppage, we realised we were going to be late for the show if we didn't get cracking. We did a quick stop and Dad got back behind the wheel, put his foot down, and dropped us at the door of the theatre with time to spare.
It was a fantastic show. We found out later that a hoax bomb threat had been made on the station.
What everyone's been reading:
Uncle Tungsten by Oliver Sacks - I wrote about this book here.
The God Who is There by Francis Schaeffer
All three of my girls inherited the Dicken's gene. It skipped the boys. Moozle read and mostly enjoyed Oliver Twist which is scheduled in Year 5 in the Ambleside Online curriculum. She wanted to read more so she started on David Copperfield, which she enjoyed. She kept asking for another of his books so I thoughtlessly suggested The Old Curiosity Shop, which she devoured, but on coming to the end of it she was disgusted that everyone died. Slight exaggeration, but she does have a point with this particular story. I read it last year so I should have had more sense.
We completed Plutarch's life of Demetrius
Hamlet - we still have another two weeks before we finish
I'm reading Stories From the Faerie Queen by Mary MacGregor to Moozle - this is so good and reminds me a little of Pilgrim's Progress. The link is to a free online version. I don't mind reading aloud from an online source but I find it almost impossible to do my own personal reading from a screen. I like to be able to turn pages, look back, write in the margins...
Confessions by St Augustine - I started this early this year and am reading it very slowly.
Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain - interesting to read this alongside the above book with two very different perspectives but with the same theme of the futility of war. Brittain had just got engaged before her fiancée was sent to the front and this is her 'elegy to a lost generation.' Remarque is more raw and selfless in his descriptions of the war but I'll leave it there and write about both books when I eventually finish them.
Parents & Children by Charlotte Mason - another slow read that I'm endeavouring to blog through as I go.
Dombey and Sons by Charles Dickens - I'm a Dicken's fan and I liked this book but I think ?? I'm done with him now. I've read many of his books and the ones that are left don't really entice me (Edwin Drood, Barnaby Rudge, Martin Chuzzlewit and The Pickwick Papers) - unless someone can convince me otherwise...
Consider This by Karen Glass - I wrote about it here.
The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro (1989) - this book took me by surprise. It was nothing like I thought it would be. The author, if I hadn't known better, might have been writing in the 19th Century. It has 'classic' written all over it. Splendid!
We're listening to this one during May:
I just planted baby spinach, watercress, leeks, oars key and coriander. I rescued my lettuce from the larvae of the cabbage white butterflies and a friend bought me a solar powered fake butterfly to put in the garden bed to deter them. We will see. They are territorial and the fake is supposed to keep the butterflies away. I also read you can scatter broken egg shell around the plants and that acts in a similar way.
Flowering Melaleuca quinquenervia, commonly known as broad-leaved paperbark
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house - a house of my own
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.
by Padraic Colum
Linking up with Weekly Wrap-up