Homeschooling Is Fun

Too much fun. My kids are having too much fun. We just finished lunch (Grace made a fruit salad out of fresh cherries, blueberries, pineapple, and peach; I made "leftovers hash") during which Peter informed Cal that he had written in one of Cal's books. But only in pencil. It was a Gordon Clark book. It was an answer to an argument Cal had with Clark that Peter found written in ink in the margin. And during which we were all practicing math rules for the subtracting and adding and multiplying and dividing negative and postive numbers, which, I believe, grew out of a pun someone had made about negativity. And during which Becky shone by identifying by name some fallacy in which Cal was trying to trap us. I sent Grace to practice. She is practicing very well, learning very well, doing very well with her darling new teacher. So I cleaned up the kitchen (since I can do it faster than Grace), reminded her that she was supposed to put the math stuff away (we work on Algebra 1/2 together) and should do it when she is finished with her practicing. Glad that Becky was eager to turn the freshly harvested lemon basil into chicken dinner, I went to find her to tell her I'd already washed the basil this morning. She was NOT in her laundry room though the light was on. I found her in the boys' room where AJ was SUPPOSED to be getting to his math, etc. after spending the morning sleeping, and putting yesterday's sermons on the church website. (The sermon work had been interrupted this morning, I discovered, by an online chat between Kilby in Arizona and Paul in Spaulding, England to which Susan in Minnesota, Peter and Becky had been invited, and then AJ ran to my computer to get in on it. Technology! The enemy of calm, the assistant of much high nonsense!) AJ WAS at his desk, but tipped back in his chair and Becky was sitting on Peter's bunk listening to Peter giving an impromptu speech for them on the Verbal Plenary Inspiration of Scripture. I left them chuckling. Well, they're getting an education someway, and I'm glad it is not the dry, rigid, single-planed way of my conscientious dreams.

(I actually had to return to find out the exact subject of the speech and found he had done another one on Speculation is the Enemy of Calm.)