The healing journey of a widowed, unschooling badass in Delaware.
Biden and Trump agreed with Fauci on initial response, lockdowns, rushing the “vaccines,” and printing money. Trump didn’t fire Fauci. Biden didn’t fire Fauci and went on to sell the same policies and medical interventions. Trump and Biden are both running on the “effectiveness” of so-called vaccines (i.e., therapeutics).
From outside of the two-party mentality, there is no distinction. Entrenched bureaucrats are running the show.
My son and I were promoted in our respective jiu-jitsu journeys.
It took me a long time to earn my first colored belt. My love of soccer is as strong as ever and I split my time to the best of my abilities.
Westen is a force. Nine years of training has turned him into a technical, creative, and determined competitor…okay, he might have been born determined.
I was nervous about this promotion. With my insane number of interests, I never know if I’m putting enough into jiu-jitsu. However, when I attended class the next day, I felt like I might actually be a wearing the proper belt.
The new rank is inspiring me to find more time to train. There are higher expectations for a blue belt and I want to step up to the challenge.
We also got to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Elevated Studios. Renee and Stephen have been supportive as martial artists, friends, homeschoolers, business owners, and many other ways. We are deeply grateful for the atmosphere of learning they have built at Elevated.
Delaware’s governor is about to sign into law permit requirements for purchase of any gun. Besides being unconstitutional and a tax against the vulnerable, similar laws in Maryland have not worked.
From the Washington Post:
However in Maryland, the annual number of murders over the past decade have exceeded the total in 2013, when the state’s permit law was passed. (2014 is the sole year that is an exception.)
This will be a costly program that does no good and will likely be struck down as unconstitutional.
Legislative analysts estimate that the permitting system will cost taxpayers about $3 million in initial implementation costs, and about $5 million annually thereafter, even after elimination of a proposed training voucher program for low-income people.
The “choice” that will be presented in November is false. Biden and Trump are of one mind when it comes to the slaughter of Palestinian children.
It’s time to consider an alternative to your “I Voted” selfie.
While Kristen toils on a big project at By Her Hand Tattoos, I am on the road, running errands and quietly keeping an eye on the phone and email.
Big thanks to Corbit Calloway Memorial Library for providing a cute place for me to sit.
Between duties, I’m thoroughly enjoying Kafka’s Letter to the Father.
I may repeat myself frequently, but I don’t ever recall posting a “greatest hits” list of my own blog posts.
These came up today in response to the ubiquitous new homeschooler concern: Am I qualified to teach my child?
There’s a link in this one for enrolling in Delaware and some of my advice to new homeschoolers:
https://delawaredad.com/2021/09/10/to-the-new-home-educator/
A lot of bits about NOT teaching amd NOT reading Shakespeare:
https://delawaredad.com/2018/10/23/dont-teach-your-child-to-read/
https://delawaredad.com/2022/06/07/schools-out-forever/
https://delawaredad.com/2022/05/26/i-dont-teach-anything/
https://delawaredad.com/2018/03/21/dont-read-shakespeare/
Some on Deschooling: https://delawaredad.com/2020/11/11/grateful-deschooler/
This week, Kristen received an assignment that was close to my heart.
The Story of Ferdinand was one of my sons’ favorite books. A new client brought us two of the illustrations to recreate. Kristen’s accuracy in honoring the original drawings is stunning.
It was a long day, mostly on the road. I didn’t want to train. When I did get to the mat, I was tired and distracted.
I did it any way, drills and four messy matches.
Jiu-jitsu continues to be my hardest physical challenge.
I had a thrilling game in goal this week. The opponent’s team boasted a skilled former teammate that I share a friendly-enough rivalry with. I had to manage a flurry of shots and physical play on the ground (no kicks to my face, but very close). One of these shots was too quick for my hands and smashed off my chest. It felt strange.
Once the scramble to clear the ball was over, I put my hand to my jersey. I was wearing my grandmother’s rosary.
There was nothing to do at that point. There is little respite in indoor soccer and the goalie never gets a break. It was protected under two layers of clothing and it had existed for decades with a woman who worked hard most of her life, I couldn’t ruin it with a little soccer, could I?
The game only got more intense. We stayed ahead, but only by one or two. I stopped a penalty kick and had enough luck to hold them to three goals. We won with five.
I forgot about the rosary and crucifix. I was elated and drained by the conflict. I went home and undressed in the dark to shower. I placed the necklace on my dresser without a thought.
I forgot to put it on the next morning. I’m not accustomed to wearing jewelry and it hasn’t become a habit.
After coming home from the studio, I went to put it on for our evening outing. The crucifix was missing from the rosary.
I searched my home, laundry, and car, but it seems obvious where I lost it.
Now I’m sitting in the parking lot of the facility, hoping that there’s an early game and I get a chance to search the field.
Check back here for the update.
I’m a Pisces and that’s why I wanted to throw some roses.