It's a wild and stormy day today, just the kind of day that's good for doing laundry, paying bills, and reflecting on life.
Yesterday I took Allie up to our Future Small Town to register her for 9th grade. I didn't really need to, but her school is revving up the hype about the transition to high school here, so I only thought it was fair. It was just what she needed to see. The school building is brand new, the counselor was very nice, and it didn't hurt that some cute guys walked by. I could see the wheels in her head turning, visualizing herself walking those halls (demurely dodging all those cute guys, I'm sure!).
I know she can't comprehend Just How Small the school is compared to her suburban middle school (100 kids per class versus 350), let alone compared to her would-be-future suburban high school (1100 kids per class). The counselor made a comment about not having as many courses to choose from (our suburban school's course catalog reads like it came from a college), but I am SO okay with that. Unlimited choices are not the solution to life's problems, and sometimes create problems of their own. This school will be just right for her.
Of course, now Neal (13) wants me to take him out of school so he can visit the middle school (where he'll be a big 8th grader next year). I see I've started something here. Oops.
We are finally within sight of our move, but the next two weeks are going to be incredibly busy. Allie(14) has her musical coming up, and we promised parties for Annie (6) and Libby (10), whose birthdays always fall on school breaks. Annie is inviting five friends for her first "sleepover" on Friday. We told her she had to be seven for her first one, but since we're moving, well, we're bending the "tradition" a bit. Besides, only one or two girls will actually spend the night - and those are daughters of family friends who are like sisters anyway. But let's not spoil the fun. She's been wearing her pajamas for a week now.
And, in my quest for just the right landscaping plan for our fixer-upper, this weekend I found a design company that specializes in larger properties (read: English countryside estates) called Acres Wild. ALL the photos in their portfolio are breathtaking, and if I had a million dollars and my own personal designer, I'd have my backyard look like this:
I love how they use swaths of flowing grasses and interesting plants to make the illusion of never-ending paths. Something I want to try (on a rather limited scale!) to transform our 1-1/2 acre patch of weeds into a patch of heaven. Ah, it's good to dream!
And now off to fold laundry....