First Day of Fall

Fall is here although it has seemed like fall for weeks already. The weather has been cool and rainy with a few warm days scattered in here and there just to keep us sane I suspect. The cloud cover is enough that it keeps us from viewing the Harvest Moon.

Our schooling is going extremely well. Athena is engaged and we are finding our groove. School work from about 9 until noon and then she goes on to play and I get to my regular household management. Doesn't that sound important? Our week was filled with great art projects as well. Something we lacked last week. We made hippopotamus stand up figures, which tied in with our Ancient Egypt study. Did you know that hippo means horse and potamus means river? So a hippopotamus translates as river horse. No, i didn't know that either.

We also did some cuneiform carving into some clay. She made a name plaque for her bedroom and a pendant for a necklace with the letter A on it. She really enjoyed this project.

And today, on the first day of autumn, we had pumpkin pie with whipping cream for breakfast. Yes, you read that right. (Don't judge me.)

 After lunch we made caramel apples to take to Regina with us tomorrow. We are having a family reunion and I just can't wait.

 Paul left today for a work fishing trip up north and Athena and I are heading south for a couple of days. Shiloh will be staying at a kennel here in town. We'll all be reunited on Sunday.

The dog thing is going well so far. She sleeps all night and half of the day. She plays with Athena a bit but mostly enjoys chasing birds and following Paul around wherever he goes. We went digging through her papers that they gave us at the pound and found her name was Pete. Pete. For a girl. Unfortunately this is the name she responds to. I feel foolish calling her Pete. I feel even more foolish trying to call her Shiloh Pete so she gets used to her name. Ughh.

And in sad news, I found that my bag of birdseed has a small hole chewed in the bottom and there was a small pile of empty shells scattered around it. I keep the seed in the garage which has direct entry to the house. Paul was in the city so I texted him to get a live mouse trap. Of course, being an unsentimental testosterone laden man, he bought kill traps. And this morning it did its job. That little fella was so cute too. Such is life and death in small town Saskatchewan.

So I am off until Monday where I hope to post beautiful pictures of my girls, my grandchildren and my whole family. First time in 5 years that we will all be together. Like I said before, I can't wait!

I leave you with this picture. Paul having secret dealings with three Hutterite men and the end of the driveway. Looks kind of suspicious but I assure you Paul was only trying to take a look at their dugout pump.

Have a great weekend friends. I know I will.