It’s deep summer. Our blogging heroine (BH) has realized she’s out of time. School starts in less than a month, and last Monday morning dread filled her heart. She doesn’t have time to write, but agreed to a quick interview.
Ivey: So. You’ve had all summer. What is the problem?
BH: For one, I hadn’t even started thinking about school yet. I always need to go through our books for the coming school year, put away last year’s stuff, and order anything I need. Norris Public Schools called me and asked if Katherine was really coming this year, since I hadn’t sent in her New Student Form, which I didn’t have. I actually did get her immunizations taken care of before I left for Vegas, so they would actually let her in the school. Unfortunately, I was even more behind with Maddie’s shots, and she had to receive six of them. I mean, I was behind.
Ash and Kat before the big Jonas Brothers concert. Kat loved it. Ash…went.
Ivey: Back up. Katherine is going to public school? Really? I thought you were a die-hard homeschooler.
BH: I do homeschool, but my identity is actually in Christ, not where my children go to school. I try to do what I think is best for my kids, and Katherine, her father, and I think this is best. She is taking 3 classes in the afternoons at Norris, and 2 at our homeschool cooperative. None at home. It will be strange, but I’m sure I’ll figure out what to do with all those extra minutes.
Ivey: Back up again. Vegas?
BH: Yes. I know. I have the impression people don’t think I’d choose Vegas as a vacation destination. I must be pretty transparent. However, since my husband wanted to go to a woodworking convention, and I like my husband, I decided to go. I filled my days with gawking at immense, sprawling casinos (the Mirage covers 120 acres), while Marcus compared cabinet software. From my point of view, I got the better end of the deal.
Yes, an actual picture of our blogging heroine in the Bellagio. She stood here a long time, as it was 112 degrees outside.
Best thing I saw in Vegas.
Ivey: Why else were you so stressed out this week?
BH: Quarterly tax returns are due next week, and I was a bit, or maybe a lot, behind. Really behind. I also do the books for the homeschool cooperative, and I was, for want of a better word, behind.
Ivey: What did you do this summer?
BH: Not sure what I did when I was home. Laundry? I cooked a little. Mowed some. Not sure about the rest. I gave my pastor grief on Facebook, but I don’t think that took up the rest of my time.
Ivey: What does the rest of the summer look like?
BH: A lot more of this:
BH: In my defense, someone gave me the corn to freeze. But the 2 rows of potatoes – I brought that on myself. I noticed my potato-digging accomplice took a picture of the rubber duck potato:
BH: The tomatoes are just starting to ripen. That means canning season is almost upon us. I mean me. Oh, yes. Why do I do this to myself? Ouiser says it best in Steel Magnolias:
Annelle: Why do you grow them, then?
Ouiser: I’m an old southern woman (not quite). We’re supposed to wear funny hats (I do), and ugly clothes (my gardening clothes are not attractive), and grow vegetables in the dirt (that’s me). Don’t ask me those questions. I don’t know why, I don’t make the rules.
Ivey: Besides canning, is anything else on your agenda before school starts?
BH: I have wanted to paint my dining room, but haven’t felt like I’ve been home long enough to tear into it. Ashley pledged to help me before she flies the coop. So we’ll probably paint my ultra-traditional dining room a lovely shade of nontraditional blue.
Ivey: Flies what coop?
BH: Ashley is packing up her clothes and books, which is all she needs, and moving in with Grandma. I’ve grown accustomed to the idea, I guess. Our biggest problem now is book ownership. Half of “her” books are mine. I actually let her have my nice hardcover of Jane Eyre today, she looked so big-eyed and needy. Of my book, that is.
Ivey: What about the younger girls? What are they doing?
BH: They are helping with projects around the house, getting a swim in now and then, and have started playing together again. I had all this stuff “planned” for them to do this summer, but then wondered what on earth I was thinking, as far as expense and time. Eventually their creative juices got the best of them, and they started this:
BH: The Polly Christian Church, Pastor Prince Charming, presiding
Ivey: Is that sacrilegious?
BOG: The Polly Modern Art/Cafe Shop, and…
…Bill’s Bar and Grill. Creative juices, yessirree.
Ivey: Hmmm. Thank you for your time.
BH: Glad for the break.