Singing the Skyand rockin’ tha house

I have a ring. My old wedding ring was stolen, so this is very nice. It’s a simple white gold band that goes well with my other jewelry. No blood diamonds. Greg surprised me with it during a nice dinner at Annie Pasta’s. And it was a nice dinner, indeed. We got two desserts–creme brulee and tiramisu. The desserts were so good I can hardly remember the garlic chicken I ate for dinner. This was the most romantic I’ve ever seen Greg, and I’ll always remember that night.

Sage and I continue to walk. I love how this path looked in the afternoon light. We have made a decision in our home to get rid of all video games. We are selling them, and will put the money towards bike stuff instead. Sage is getting a new bike, probably this Gary Fisher Mako. He is really taking off–he reads novels in the tub and writes stories for fun. I know for a fact this wouldn’t be happening if we had continued with public school. The one thing that is bugging me is that I do want more community with other homeschoolers. The only group here is very religious, and I finally decided to give it a try, although it is difficult to imagine ever fitting in. I’m telling myself to keep an open mind at the same time I seem to be telling myself that the people in the group probably don’t. Surprisingly, Greg encouraged me to join. I guess we will just see. At least I’m married now. Cohabitators are forbidden membership. Sigh. Seriously? I would try to talk Greg into moving back to Austin if it weren’t for family/Greg’s job here.

I took Sage to see a production of Nate the Great. We got there early, and while we were waiting, we checked out an exhibition of student work. I saw some geodes, and forgetting I was in an art gallery, exclaimed, “Check these out, Sage! It looks like they have little monopoly houses in them!” He told me that they did, indeed, and I argued that it couldn’t possibly be the case until I read the plaque on the wall and realized that yes, these were very well done “geodes” with monopoly houses inside. Talented guy. Silly mommy.

Oh, I almost forgot! Sola, aka Mocha, was taken home by her owner. The poor lady had called the shelter and they hadn’t hung up the flyer I sent or made any record of my call. She saw one of our flyers around the neighborhood, thank goodness. So everyone is happy now, because really? Three dogs was too many.