Yesterday, in an interview with a Big Cabbage radio reporter, I was asked what curriculum we were going with. I said our curriculum is our imaginations and I meant it.

It is true. We think of fun things to do and we do them. Next week we are going to take on the subject of ants. I just went online and I found a website in which children can make ants out of spoons and pipe cleaners. It seems really easy. I am just wondering where I might find paint, so as to paint the ant. This activity is one that I’ll be doing if nothing else comes up.

The use of the imagination is fun, and for me, it’s easy. My only concern is the amount of time that I have available. I don’t have a quick imagination – it takes time for me to figure things out.

I am faster when the weather’s good. My brain is thawed from winter and all circuits are firing. However, they are firing slowly. Even though its always been this way, I am surprised when later, ideas come to me.

I am now pondering the ant unit. We had a problem today at the local park, with children being uninterested in what we were doing and being disruptive. Two little boys were the worst. Made me really glad I didn’t have children because nowadays they are often on the autism spectrum.

I think that I am there too. I tend to become obsessed by various things, the Summer in the Park(s) curriculum being a good example. Time is just going by too fast. It’s Thursday and I am going to need to have something figured out by next Monday.

The weather has been excellent. We’ve had just one rainy day this past week. I was in town, and I could look out the window of the former Banquet Room of the historic Eagle Hotel and see off at the distance, the base of the Talkeetnas, and the sky was bruise colored.

I am trying hard not to think about the fact that my horses were in a rain/hail storm. They did seem okay given that it was raining pretty hard where they reside.

Yes, we needed the rain. But not in town.

I do wonder what our hay situation is going to be like this year. We have another two months before we have to start to bugging our hay dealer about this.

No set of horses has ever before had its poop scrutinized as much as these three.

I wish that I’d kept a scrapbook with a photo inside.

The future astronomers are all amazingly accurate.

I’ll bet a number of people would like to go to the moon. Me, I don’t think that it’s realistic enough. I have been telling people that I would go, but I am lying. I put up a good front in talking about it, but when it comes time to account for myself, I will take a back seat to my own thinking.

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