Dear Diary,
Lots of things are rattling around in my head today and I don't really know what to zoom in on. I thought I'd come here where we can be alone and jot some things down to ponder whilst away on our trip.
Okay, so first of all. I cried a little tear at the Chiropractor yesterday. Yes, it was totally hormonal -a "pretty" cry- with no makeup lost. They were giving this presentation that involved me looking at x-rays of my curvaceous spine complete with stiff bony neck and the technician telling me that I needed to come in twice a week for 11 weeks-then once a week totalling 64 (yes, sixty-four) treatments to get my spine back in the neighborhood of it's original form and my head not jutting out ahead of the rest of me like a curious but friendly visiting alien's.
After that, of course, I'd have the absolute luxury of only coming once or twice a month for maintenance. Say wha???
While the nice lady spoke, I just kept thinking about all the furniture and home improvements I could buy from Sam's with that imaginary chiro money, and then went on to visualize myself skillfully pedaling a recumbent bike down a winding path for no correlating reason but my own entertainment. I wonder how those are for long-backed ladies with a touch of scoliosis. I really like how it seems like you're just lounging around on them in a comfy laid back position all the while totally moving forward looking at the scenery....or a good book...
Ok, sorry sorry. So, acheybacknonewfurnitureorbike it shall be. AND on to the next issue.
We've now completed one rip-roarin' year of home school, the First Grader and I. And though there actually was a bit of ripping (him ripping pages of work) and roarin' (me losing my complete cool once and a while), we really did get some fairly low stress learnin' in- which was the main goal.
There seemed to be no improvement, however, in his ability to concentrate or follow directions in a group. Even a small out of shape dog sleeping in the room was enough to get his spider senses tingling toward irritation. I still cannot imagine him doing anything but beeping and holding his ears in an actual classroom. If we decide to do second grade at home, I think I'll need a proper curriculum and not the willy nilly seat-o-the pants lesson plans I used this year. Sadly, I seem to be as into teaching as I am most things. Tepidly.
Next item on the block: What's with these extra ten pounds? I het them Ignacio. I het all the extra pounds in the whole world!
Being almost forty-two is not as much fun as being almost forty. I think my chances for being on 'So you think you can dance' may be dwindling to nil at this point. Oh well, at least I've got the Yoga and my homemade hula hoops (Hoopsuckers, Shizameters) with which to strengthen my back and middle. I think I'll make one for Susu (my only niece) and take them on our trip.
I threw that video in for you Diary, because I know you like the cinema. ;)
Speaking of "our trip", we are leaving for Illinois in a couple days and will be gone for an entire week of camping/non-camping. I do the latter while the rest of the family stays in tents, don'tcha know. It is Jamey's Granny Clayberg's fish farm where J's fam stayed for months at a time while missionaries on furlow in the States. Granny passed away this past year so it will be an emotional last trip to the place they all know so well.
I like how the five oldest cousins run around that place like a pack of wolf boys. They fish, have air-soft battles, play games like Kick-the-can, and have all kinds of old school fun. The younger boy and girl cousins kinda join in here and there and play with each other while my little loner wanders around the adults playing with water and trying to braid all the camping equipment together into one giant pulley system. He is kind of in an "Uh, I have nothing to do." state right now so he and I may be taking some field trips into the neighboring farm towns to see what we can see. I am actually a little bit looking forward to soaking in the sun and trolling around in the boat with a fishing pole. This is a new feeling for me but I am trying to go with it.
That's all for now, Diary, as even you will tire of me if I can't learn to nip it. I might bring my faithful Lappy along and try to record some of our trip for the ages.
Thanks for letting me hash things out with you.
Evermore,
S
12 comments:
All that FB posting hasn't dulled your skills to tell a story m'lady, good stuff. XoxO (Big keess, little hug, little keess, big hug.
: ] Ah, commenter. I would like to share some toast with you.
Have a great week of non-camping, Shan (that's my favourite sort of camping too, I must confess).
Yay you for having the strength and patience for home schooling.
You know I wouldn't be me if I didn't sneak up to you before your back treatment and whisper "come over here and enjoy our free Socialist healthcare" and then run like hell (while I can still outrun you).
Good luck with the treatment.
Love to you all.
D xx
Haha Dive! I would expect nothing else from my Socialist friend! After that last bill I got in the mail from the local hospital, I'll admit my heart was not feeling our current system either! Just kidding, Capitalism, I'm still on your team .;D
Have a happy holiday Shan dear, you deserve it! Chiros that I've met are all about signing you up for a long list of sessions which is why I choose physiotherapists instead. Perhaps you should go down that route instead.
As for home schooling; my autistic niece has been attending a special needs class in a regular school - don't know if there is such a thing where you are - she has made amazing progress. She has also become a changed girl since she has been taking a low dose of antipsychotic meds which helps with all those autistic mannerisms you've described. I imagine you would have examined those options but my sister has a new lease on life since her baby has been going to school. Our little non verbal child is now speaking occasionally; knows her alphabet and can count up to 100 and she's just turned seven.
Have fun on your non-camping trip and I can't wait to hear all about it.
you know, for kids.
by the way, that was carissa...i don't remember becoming sheehanigans, but somehow it's fitting. when did computers start giving such fitting nicknames? hmm
Your diary and I have similar tastes in film.
I can't help you with kids and home schooling. Wish I could. It sounds like other folks here have good suggestions, but you know what you're doing. I have to say, though, no wonder your back's out of whack.
You take care of yourself, and write it all down when you can. You've got a way with the words, girlie.
Mme: Wow, I am so glad to hear your niece has been doing so well! I know your sister must feel all sorts of joy having relief of some of her crippling symptoms. I'd wondered how she is doing since I hadn't heard a report in a while. Not sure if Dev's Fetal Alchohol Syndrome brain would respond to anti-psch meds or not. We tried prozac for a week and he went over the top away from good and we are lucky he didn't electrocute himself-so horrible! A tiny dose of stimulant seems to be really helping him focus or else we'd get nothing done. :)
I hadn't thought of a Physio doc. What a great suggestion!!
Arly, I will! And THEN I'll see YOU when we get back-yip!
Carissa, I saw this on my phone yesterday and LAUGHED when even you were surprised by your nickname. :D
Petrea, you never fail to make me feel good about myself! I return that compliment times two! :)
Boy, Shan, what a challenge to face all of the chiropractor visits. Think of it as a regular massage, though, and maybe you can look at each visit as a spa visit.
And then another challenge in educating the first grader with something beyond tepidness, but he's so young, just a baby in human years, really. I have to believe the two of you can pull this off and help him grow up.
Enjoy non-camping.
You are cool and I like you. Keep posting. I will read.
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