May or May Not Monday

May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...

I may or may not have not been able to keep my promise of only container gardening. I had a few plants bite the dust and I could not pass up clearance plants that are normally $20 marked to $5. See that price totally clears me of wrong doing. 

I may or may not have sat in the parking lot during my littles’ very occasional homeschool class working on my children’s book. It was mind boggling how much time the class was outside in the snow with 30-40 mph winds. Some kids were in shorts. Some without coats. They were out for an hour of the hour and a half class. My littles loved it, but they were dressed for winter cause we live high enough that snow was on the ground at our house, so I knew how cold it was - I’m hoping that’s the excuse for the others being unprepared. Or they didn’t realize half the class is always outside. I don’t know but sheesh, poor kiddos. 

I may or may be excited to take my littles to Mt. St. Helens soon to show them a real life example of catastrophe theory. We chatted about this after their blustery snowy geology homeschool class this week. 

I may or may not have seen a map presented by The Weather Channel that said we are in a drought.a yellow stage, not red or purple or orange. But uh, this is one of the wettest winter/springs I’ve had the pleasure of experience of living through and so I’m left with wondering if this semi arid desert is ever considered not to be in a drought. 

My little may or may not have been sized up for supper by a hawk. He has a massive fairy garden on the side house garden bed. A pergola entrance through our fence is a few feet away. My little was crouched over tinkering and a hawk was perched on that pergola watching him. It flew off when my little popped up when a downpour started and startled the hawk off. Saved by the rain!

I may or may not think people are nuts who are surprised that their cars are broken into and their purses and wallets and backpacks are stolen. Our community gets targeted every once in a while- like every few years and there’s always such an uproar of shock. We live in a bit of a Mayberry but i just don’t understand unlocked houses, cars, or leaving valuables in cars or yards like it’s not an invitation to be taken. But hey, I’m the lock your car and leave nothing in it in your garage, key lock not deadbolt my front door kind of girl.

I may or may not have been all excited that a game about molecules would actually teach us about the makeup of the elements of the periodic table. Upon reading the instructions it’s about spatial understanding and pattern recognition. It’s fun but I’m still disappointed. 

I may or may not have been reading the British Royal birth announcements since the 1960s. It used to say the mother was delivered of an infant. I found that wording a striking contrast to the communication that women have babies these days. Curiouser and curiouser! 

I may or may not have been informed that my little needed a plant field guide to learn about plants.  Insinged, I responded you are a plant expert! I have taken you to every nursery in town, taught you every plant we’ve seen, and read countless books on the subject to you. You know plants! Oh, I guess I do. Yeah, you do. 

I may or may not have dropped $27 on a cursive book because the other two haven’t connected with my little. Sometimes homeschooling is crazy expensive.