|a homey habit: starting my day with coffee|
I feel at home in my mother's house, although I've never lived in the house she owns now. She has things in her current home that I grew up with, this sign being one of them.
Dinner this past Monday night was a 'home run' for me. I made a lemon chicken recipe with a side of crispy smashed potatoes and a green salad.
|quilt I designed and made for our kitchen breakfast area in 2013|
With the world as it is these days, I don't have any desire to travel outside of the USA. But there are castles on our own soil and one of my favorites is Glen Eyrie in Colorado Springs.
|photo from Glen Eyrie website|
We've got two baby boys to be born early next year to my sister's family members. I'm currently working on a quilt for one and then will begin work on the next one. My patterns tend to be simple so success is fairly easy. (I'll post pictures of them when I announce their births, probably in February and March.)
I think homework is necessary and not evil. My personal learning style is that I absorb more in the quiet of home than in a classroom, so study at home works for me. Book reports and term papers can't really be done in a classroom setting where others are moving about, talking, and providing a myriad of distractions. Also, homework is a good way to practice and reinforce concepts taught in the classroom, such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, etc. I do think, however, that teachers should not load the students with so much home study that it's a burden.
My family moved a lot when I was growing up (state-to-state and cross country), but with that said, I do consider one of those places my 'home town.' I was born in Tulsa and we moved away just a few months later. We returned to Tulsa when I was about 3 years old and stayed there long enough for me to complete Kindergarten before moving out of state again. We went back to Tulsa when I was half way through my junior year of high school and stayed until I graduated a little over a year later.
Due to some unusual circumstances of my father's career, that year in high school had been very hard on me. In less than 12-month's time, we lived in California, British Columbia (Canada) and New Jersey, then Tulsa. Those changes were a lot for a sixteen-year-old.
When we got to Tulsa we were greeted by my grandparents (who had been living there all along) and the school was just especially welcoming -- more so than any place else I had ever been. A Youth for Christ club met weekly before classes that filled a hole in my heart. Those factors warmed my heart greatly and had a lot to do with my success in graduating on time.
I'm not sure I have anything left to say after sharing my soul with Question #7. Here's a nice picture to close out today's Hodgepodge:
|from our travels this past summer|