A nice day
Deborah Lewis
Dylan and I drove to Anaconda, about twenty eight miles away, for lunch
today. It was partly to get a sandwich and partly to see all the
beautiful colors and mostly because we know there won't be too many more
days of nice weather. The tires on our car aren't very good and we may
be staying home a lot this winter.
So we had this beautiful drive, and stopped here and there to look at
geese and deer and a dead coyote, who'd been hit by a car. We moved him
off the road and put a ring of rocks around him. It was Dylan's idea.
We didn't have any way to bury him but Dylan thought we should show our
respect.
We watched some remodeling work on an old building and stopped to see
where a big fire had been last month, and found a new building there, not
finished yet, but up and looking official. We took our sandwiches to
the cemetery and looked at the old Russian graves. Some of the granite
on the stones has worn away and we couldn't see the writing, but we could
feel it. It was in Russian, so we don't know what it said, but we
imagined.
We walked.
We came home and Dylan had a Karate class. There were only two students
tonight including Dylan, and the assistant instructor, Forest. Forest
was homeschooled and is twenty two. His brother Willow was the other
student. They are wonderful young men and I love their mom. She told
me a story once about killing a pack rat that had gotten into her house
while she was away. Her husband took his sleeping bag down to the creek
to get some sleep while she stalked this poor creature with a hunting
knife and slashed it to death in her bedroom in the middle of the night.
A gruesome tale. She is my philosophical discussion partner. You can
probably guess her philosophy of pack rats. Today was Willow's 14th
birthday. After Karate we went to the bowling alley for Willow's party.
I am not a bowler. Dylan got a little better tonight and had fun with
some other kids that came to the party. I received much instruction from
people half my size who launched their bowling balls from a squatting
position, swinging them back between their legs and then down the alley.
One must yell "knock 'em all down!" as the ball inches it's way to the
pins. I actually tried this technique but I didn't improve any. Next
time maybe. There was food and cake and soda and fun and then we rushed
home in time to get a call from David who is working out of town. Dylan
is watching Monty Python's Holy Grail right now, -- You tiny brained
wipers of other people's bottoms!--
Hope you all had a good day... Dylan is going to sleep with me tonight he
says, because I can keep his feet warm. = )
Deb L
today. It was partly to get a sandwich and partly to see all the
beautiful colors and mostly because we know there won't be too many more
days of nice weather. The tires on our car aren't very good and we may
be staying home a lot this winter.
So we had this beautiful drive, and stopped here and there to look at
geese and deer and a dead coyote, who'd been hit by a car. We moved him
off the road and put a ring of rocks around him. It was Dylan's idea.
We didn't have any way to bury him but Dylan thought we should show our
respect.
We watched some remodeling work on an old building and stopped to see
where a big fire had been last month, and found a new building there, not
finished yet, but up and looking official. We took our sandwiches to
the cemetery and looked at the old Russian graves. Some of the granite
on the stones has worn away and we couldn't see the writing, but we could
feel it. It was in Russian, so we don't know what it said, but we
imagined.
We walked.
We came home and Dylan had a Karate class. There were only two students
tonight including Dylan, and the assistant instructor, Forest. Forest
was homeschooled and is twenty two. His brother Willow was the other
student. They are wonderful young men and I love their mom. She told
me a story once about killing a pack rat that had gotten into her house
while she was away. Her husband took his sleeping bag down to the creek
to get some sleep while she stalked this poor creature with a hunting
knife and slashed it to death in her bedroom in the middle of the night.
A gruesome tale. She is my philosophical discussion partner. You can
probably guess her philosophy of pack rats. Today was Willow's 14th
birthday. After Karate we went to the bowling alley for Willow's party.
I am not a bowler. Dylan got a little better tonight and had fun with
some other kids that came to the party. I received much instruction from
people half my size who launched their bowling balls from a squatting
position, swinging them back between their legs and then down the alley.
One must yell "knock 'em all down!" as the ball inches it's way to the
pins. I actually tried this technique but I didn't improve any. Next
time maybe. There was food and cake and soda and fun and then we rushed
home in time to get a call from David who is working out of town. Dylan
is watching Monty Python's Holy Grail right now, -- You tiny brained
wipers of other people's bottoms!--
Hope you all had a good day... Dylan is going to sleep with me tonight he
says, because I can keep his feet warm. = )
Deb L
[email protected]
VERY nice day!
Tomorrow early Marty and I are leaving for South Carolina, so I'll be gone
from here for six days. Holly isn't very happy with me about it. She's
going to miss me. It's too long. I feel bad.
Her dad has to work tomorrow but not Friday, and then Monday and Tuesday
he'll be working again.
Sorry to zoom away, but I'm already down below five hours of sleep tonight.
I did want to say goodbye. I know this list is quiet, but it's my favorite.
Sandra
Tomorrow early Marty and I are leaving for South Carolina, so I'll be gone
from here for six days. Holly isn't very happy with me about it. She's
going to miss me. It's too long. I feel bad.
Her dad has to work tomorrow but not Friday, and then Monday and Tuesday
he'll be working again.
Sorry to zoom away, but I'm already down below five hours of sleep tonight.
I did want to say goodbye. I know this list is quiet, but it's my favorite.
Sandra
[email protected]
In a message dated 10/9/02 11:56:55 PM Central Daylight Time,
ddzimlew@... writes:
somewhere up in the Northern Midwest? Montana, N. Dakota?
~Nancy
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ddzimlew@... writes:
> Hope you all had a good day... Dylan is going to sleep with me tonight heOh Deb, I love to hear/read all about your days with Dylan! Do you live
> says, because I can keep his feet warm. = )
>
> Deb L
somewhere up in the Northern Midwest? Montana, N. Dakota?
~Nancy
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[email protected]
In a message dated 10/10/2002 3:35:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
[email protected] writes:
Seriously!
People are constantly asking what an unschooling day looks like. Deb, if you
would compile all these wonderful daily stories, it would be THE book
unschoolers would recommend to wannabees!
Think about it! Hard!
Kelly
(Excitedly awaiting the arrival of almost two hundred cool unschoolers!!!)
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[email protected] writes:
> Message: 4I'm waiting for the book.
> Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2002 22:54:36 -0600
> From: Deborah Lewis <ddzimlew@...>
> Subject: A nice day
>
> Dylan and I drove to Anaconda, about twenty eight miles away, for lunch
> today.
Seriously!
People are constantly asking what an unschooling day looks like. Deb, if you
would compile all these wonderful daily stories, it would be THE book
unschoolers would recommend to wannabees!
Think about it! Hard!
Kelly
(Excitedly awaiting the arrival of almost two hundred cool unschoolers!!!)
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Dawn Falbe
Deb:
I loved reading about your day with Dylan. Sometimes I forget it's the
small things that make the difference. The discovering of something
simple. Yesterday I picked up my best friend's son from school (wow
those places are noises).. He had a half day and she's out of town in
Kansas for a week. My boys couldn't get over the amount of school buses
in one place!! Zak and Eliott played together for about 6 hours and had
a great time. They dug up the back garden and built a moat and a
castle. It was fascinating to watch them on and off. Soccer practice
came later, followed by a stop at grandma and grandpas and then DH
decided to take both sons to Peter Piper Pizza. Needless to say my baby
(Max aged 3) didn't go to bed till I think 11:30pm. He was in bed with
me and I think I fell asleep about 11:30pm.
What a great day was had by all...
Dawn
I loved reading about your day with Dylan. Sometimes I forget it's the
small things that make the difference. The discovering of something
simple. Yesterday I picked up my best friend's son from school (wow
those places are noises).. He had a half day and she's out of town in
Kansas for a week. My boys couldn't get over the amount of school buses
in one place!! Zak and Eliott played together for about 6 hours and had
a great time. They dug up the back garden and built a moat and a
castle. It was fascinating to watch them on and off. Soccer practice
came later, followed by a stop at grandma and grandpas and then DH
decided to take both sons to Peter Piper Pizza. Needless to say my baby
(Max aged 3) didn't go to bed till I think 11:30pm. He was in bed with
me and I think I fell asleep about 11:30pm.
What a great day was had by all...
Dawn
Deborah Lewis
On Thu, 10 Oct 2002 02:40:19 EDT Dnowens@... writes:
It's beautiful here and interesting, geographically, but I've never fit
in, personally. I'm a granola in a meat and potatoes town. I used to
kind of hide out, but now I flaunt it. I figure every little cowboy town
needs a character! Dylan loves it here.
He thinks small town life is perfect. He wouldn't mind though, if we'd
get a good toy store.
Deb L
> Do youWe live in Montana, in a little town in the south west part of the state.
> live
> somewhere up in the Northern Midwest? Montana, N. Dakota?
It's beautiful here and interesting, geographically, but I've never fit
in, personally. I'm a granola in a meat and potatoes town. I used to
kind of hide out, but now I flaunt it. I figure every little cowboy town
needs a character! Dylan loves it here.
He thinks small town life is perfect. He wouldn't mind though, if we'd
get a good toy store.
Deb L
Deborah Lewis
On Thu, 10 Oct 2002 09:04:28 EDT kbcdlovejo@... writes:
participated in the stories and adventures was grown up and doing
something people consider "real".
*I* don't believe that's the only thing that would give these stories
value, but I think nervous parents want a blueprint AND a guarantee.
Without it people would still have panic attacks, but with it they could
say to worried husbands and relatives, other kids lived this way and
they turned out ok...
There will be lots and lots of those stories before too long. = )
Deb L
> if youI think such a book would have to be written after the kid who
> would compile all these wonderful daily stories, it would be THE
> book
> unschoolers would recommend to wannabees!
participated in the stories and adventures was grown up and doing
something people consider "real".
*I* don't believe that's the only thing that would give these stories
value, but I think nervous parents want a blueprint AND a guarantee.
Without it people would still have panic attacks, but with it they could
say to worried husbands and relatives, other kids lived this way and
they turned out ok...
There will be lots and lots of those stories before too long. = )
> KellyWonderful Kelly! Wish I was going to be there! Have a fabulous weekend!
> (Excitedly awaiting the arrival of almost two hundred cool
> unschoolers!!!)
Deb L
Deborah Lewis
Dawn, when Dylan five we had a friend here who's children were in
Kindergarten and second grade. We'd pick them up after school three days
a week and they'd play at our house for a couple of hours while their mom
was at work. Dylan thought the school was really interesting and we'd go
a little early so he could climb on the playground equipment while we
waited.
The thing was, after picking up the kids they would always have something
to say about their day. The little girl, Morgan, always had a headache,
always had been hit or pushed or otherwise assaulted or offended and the
older boy Jared was being bullied by some mean kid. I never worried that
Dylan would want to go to school because he felt so sorry for his friends
who had to go.
He hears all the time at Karate and Tae Kwon Do that he's lucky he
doesn't have to go to school, but we still sneak in and climb that jungle
gym thing once in awhile. I expect we'll get busted someday...but I
figure, hey, I paid for it, right?
Deb L
Kindergarten and second grade. We'd pick them up after school three days
a week and they'd play at our house for a couple of hours while their mom
was at work. Dylan thought the school was really interesting and we'd go
a little early so he could climb on the playground equipment while we
waited.
The thing was, after picking up the kids they would always have something
to say about their day. The little girl, Morgan, always had a headache,
always had been hit or pushed or otherwise assaulted or offended and the
older boy Jared was being bullied by some mean kid. I never worried that
Dylan would want to go to school because he felt so sorry for his friends
who had to go.
He hears all the time at Karate and Tae Kwon Do that he's lucky he
doesn't have to go to school, but we still sneak in and climb that jungle
gym thing once in awhile. I expect we'll get busted someday...but I
figure, hey, I paid for it, right?
Deb L
Lisa Hardiman
It sounds like a great day, Deb. Though, I do like pack rats. We are
planning our nature walk on Sunday and we will call it "church". We
would go but we want the ol' man to come with us. Peace to you. Lisa
-----Original Message-----
From: Deborah Lewis [mailto:ddzimlew@...]
Sent: Wednesday, October 09, 2002 10:55 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: [AlwaysLearning] A nice day
Dylan and I drove to Anaconda, about twenty eight miles away, for lunch
today. It was partly to get a sandwich and partly to see all the
beautiful colors and mostly because we know there won't be too many more
days of nice weather. The tires on our car aren't very good and we may
be staying home a lot this winter.
So we had this beautiful drive, and stopped here and there to look at
geese and deer and a dead coyote, who'd been hit by a car. We moved him
off the road and put a ring of rocks around him. It was Dylan's idea.
We didn't have any way to bury him but Dylan thought we should show our
respect.
We watched some remodeling work on an old building and stopped to see
where a big fire had been last month, and found a new building there,
not
finished yet, but up and looking official. We took our sandwiches to
the cemetery and looked at the old Russian graves. Some of the granite
on the stones has worn away and we couldn't see the writing, but we
could
feel it. It was in Russian, so we don't know what it said, but we
imagined.
We walked.
We came home and Dylan had a Karate class. There were only two students
tonight including Dylan, and the assistant instructor, Forest. Forest
was homeschooled and is twenty two. His brother Willow was the other
student. They are wonderful young men and I love their mom. She told
me a story once about killing a pack rat that had gotten into her house
while she was away. Her husband took his sleeping bag down to the creek
to get some sleep while she stalked this poor creature with a hunting
knife and slashed it to death in her bedroom in the middle of the night.
A gruesome tale. She is my philosophical discussion partner. You can
probably guess her philosophy of pack rats. Today was Willow's 14th
birthday. After Karate we went to the bowling alley for Willow's
party.
I am not a bowler. Dylan got a little better tonight and had fun with
some other kids that came to the party. I received much instruction
from
people half my size who launched their bowling balls from a squatting
position, swinging them back between their legs and then down the alley.
One must yell "knock 'em all down!" as the ball inches it's way to the
pins. I actually tried this technique but I didn't improve any. Next
time maybe. There was food and cake and soda and fun and then we rushed
home in time to get a call from David who is working out of town.
Dylan
is watching Monty Python's Holy Grail right now, -- You tiny brained
wipers of other people's bottoms!--
Hope you all had a good day... Dylan is going to sleep with me tonight
he
says, because I can keep his feet warm. = )
Deb L
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planning our nature walk on Sunday and we will call it "church". We
would go but we want the ol' man to come with us. Peace to you. Lisa
-----Original Message-----
From: Deborah Lewis [mailto:ddzimlew@...]
Sent: Wednesday, October 09, 2002 10:55 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: [AlwaysLearning] A nice day
Dylan and I drove to Anaconda, about twenty eight miles away, for lunch
today. It was partly to get a sandwich and partly to see all the
beautiful colors and mostly because we know there won't be too many more
days of nice weather. The tires on our car aren't very good and we may
be staying home a lot this winter.
So we had this beautiful drive, and stopped here and there to look at
geese and deer and a dead coyote, who'd been hit by a car. We moved him
off the road and put a ring of rocks around him. It was Dylan's idea.
We didn't have any way to bury him but Dylan thought we should show our
respect.
We watched some remodeling work on an old building and stopped to see
where a big fire had been last month, and found a new building there,
not
finished yet, but up and looking official. We took our sandwiches to
the cemetery and looked at the old Russian graves. Some of the granite
on the stones has worn away and we couldn't see the writing, but we
could
feel it. It was in Russian, so we don't know what it said, but we
imagined.
We walked.
We came home and Dylan had a Karate class. There were only two students
tonight including Dylan, and the assistant instructor, Forest. Forest
was homeschooled and is twenty two. His brother Willow was the other
student. They are wonderful young men and I love their mom. She told
me a story once about killing a pack rat that had gotten into her house
while she was away. Her husband took his sleeping bag down to the creek
to get some sleep while she stalked this poor creature with a hunting
knife and slashed it to death in her bedroom in the middle of the night.
A gruesome tale. She is my philosophical discussion partner. You can
probably guess her philosophy of pack rats. Today was Willow's 14th
birthday. After Karate we went to the bowling alley for Willow's
party.
I am not a bowler. Dylan got a little better tonight and had fun with
some other kids that came to the party. I received much instruction
from
people half my size who launched their bowling balls from a squatting
position, swinging them back between their legs and then down the alley.
One must yell "knock 'em all down!" as the ball inches it's way to the
pins. I actually tried this technique but I didn't improve any. Next
time maybe. There was food and cake and soda and fun and then we rushed
home in time to get a call from David who is working out of town.
Dylan
is watching Monty Python's Holy Grail right now, -- You tiny brained
wipers of other people's bottoms!--
Hope you all had a good day... Dylan is going to sleep with me tonight
he
says, because I can keep his feet warm. = )
Deb L
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Deborah Lewis
Ah, Lisa, I like packrats too. They're like really cute over grown
mice. People here "Rat" and think about evil, red eyed rats in movies,
but packrats are very pretty and fat. I told Sue not to slaughter the
next one, just evict him, and she said she might have done that had she
not already been sleep deprived and mad at her husband for leaving the
scene. So, the husband probably knew she'd go for the knife and made
himself scarce for the purpose of self preservation and so the little
packrat suffered the consequences.
You'd like Sue, Lisa, we should all try to get together. = )
Deb L
On Fri, 11 Oct 2002 16:29:27 -0600 "Lisa Hardiman"
<lisa-hardiman@...> writes:
mice. People here "Rat" and think about evil, red eyed rats in movies,
but packrats are very pretty and fat. I told Sue not to slaughter the
next one, just evict him, and she said she might have done that had she
not already been sleep deprived and mad at her husband for leaving the
scene. So, the husband probably knew she'd go for the knife and made
himself scarce for the purpose of self preservation and so the little
packrat suffered the consequences.
You'd like Sue, Lisa, we should all try to get together. = )
Deb L
On Fri, 11 Oct 2002 16:29:27 -0600 "Lisa Hardiman"
<lisa-hardiman@...> writes:
> It sounds like a great day, Deb. Though, I do like pack rats. We
> are
> planning our nature walk on Sunday and we will call it "church".
> We
> would go but we want the ol' man to come with us. Peace to you.
> Lisa
>
Deborah Lewis
***People here "Rat" ***
Woops! That's hear , not here. Dang.
Deb L
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Woops! That's hear , not here. Dang.
Deb L
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Lisa Hardiman
Yes, I agree we need to get together. I did kill a pack rat once, too.
With a shovel. I am glad that I did because the person whose house I
shared was extremely sick in the mind and would have done worse to it.
lisa
-----Original Message-----
From: Deborah Lewis [mailto:ddzimlew@...]
Sent: Friday, October 11, 2002 6:39 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [AlwaysLearning] A nice day
Ah, Lisa, I like packrats too. They're like really cute over grown
mice. People here "Rat" and think about evil, red eyed rats in movies,
but packrats are very pretty and fat. I told Sue not to slaughter the
next one, just evict him, and she said she might have done that had she
not already been sleep deprived and mad at her husband for leaving the
scene. So, the husband probably knew she'd go for the knife and made
himself scarce for the purpose of self preservation and so the little
packrat suffered the consequences.
You'd like Sue, Lisa, we should all try to get together. = )
Deb L
On Fri, 11 Oct 2002 16:29:27 -0600 "Lisa Hardiman"
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With a shovel. I am glad that I did because the person whose house I
shared was extremely sick in the mind and would have done worse to it.
lisa
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From: Deborah Lewis [mailto:ddzimlew@...]
Sent: Friday, October 11, 2002 6:39 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [AlwaysLearning] A nice day
Ah, Lisa, I like packrats too. They're like really cute over grown
mice. People here "Rat" and think about evil, red eyed rats in movies,
but packrats are very pretty and fat. I told Sue not to slaughter the
next one, just evict him, and she said she might have done that had she
not already been sleep deprived and mad at her husband for leaving the
scene. So, the husband probably knew she'd go for the knife and made
himself scarce for the purpose of self preservation and so the little
packrat suffered the consequences.
You'd like Sue, Lisa, we should all try to get together. = )
Deb L
On Fri, 11 Oct 2002 16:29:27 -0600 "Lisa Hardiman"
<lisa-hardiman@...> writes:
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> would go but we want the ol' man to come with us. Peace to you.
> Lisa
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