Rock stars, Bandages, and Rimes

 

Miss Tessa, our resident rock star,  turned six this week. My baby is six.  She is always thinking, creating, and on the move.

We made very pink cupcakes

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. I say “we” but I cut myself early in the affair and Little Bee (11) had to take over.  For awhile I wondered if I’d need stitches but it seems to be finally on the mend. Good thing too, its one of my main clicky fingers. To read more about all that see my review of BAND-AID Activ-Flex bandages. (I don’t get paid for product mentions)

I have been turned down for two writing gigs, and had to turn down an offer due to principles  in just the last week. I know it is the way of writing. I do. This process is generally meant for twenty somethings with no attachments/responsibilities. It’s harder to shrug off when attempting to support children.

School work has started back up with us with my three lower elementary kids learning about ecosystems, interdependence, and adaptations through study of crustaceans and mollusks.

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Pete is working on fact families (all four arithmetic operations) and exponents.

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We’re looking at compound words as well.   Miss Bee is tinkering away with her “stemist” kits, on Khan for math and programming, and reading “Kidnapped.”  Aidan is working through book eight of “key to geometry,” and studying the romantic era from music to lit. We’re reading Coleridge out loud on Fridays.

I love Coleridge, and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner is my favorite of his.

I prefer poetry that is either macabre, dripping with description, or witty in its wordplay. Rime of the Ancient Mariner works for the first two.

Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that woman’s mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man’s blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
‘The game is done! I’ve won! I’ve won!’
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Love those lines.
Aidan cam up with an idea of writing a parody of the story for his blog featuring the characters and universe he is developing.  Works for me.
We’ll cover some Keats and Shelley this spring as well.
I’m sorry that the blog has been quiet, I need to get back to a good writing schedule.

 

 

 

 

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