Blog time=good time?

While sitting and digesting (really?) my morning cup 'o joe, I thought I would spend a little quality (wasted?) time reading the farmgirl's older blogs. Wow was I wow'd at the excellent, as well as entertaining older posts. Then I wandered further into blogspotdom and WOAH, there are some seriously scary people(?) out there. Are they really for real? Speaking of....

Last night we had all the little DD's with us IN ONE PLACE (!) and after family dinner (called not so lovingly, "guilt dinner" because if you are so unfortunate as to have another engagement that prevent you from attending, you get to have heaping helpings of said guilt for many a Thursday night after) we took in a concert at some old friend's music camp. It was actually more of a recital, but COME ON, Cara, what does that have to do with "for real"? Here's the story (that I am sure will not be entertaining enough to warrant all this fooforah) the little fiddle teacher told us she had long wanted to write a song called the Reel for Real. And she did write one and she did play it and it was GEWD! That is just such a great play on words that I had to share. If only we could remember how to do the reel from Junior High PE class. Speaking of....

I am a place that I have never been before, NOT ready for school to start. I have two junior high age daughters, and I haven't even decided what to use for curriculum as of now. What will I do!? Our son is once again doing an online high school. I am not confident enough that I would do a good job keeping track of credits for a child (who is nearly 6 inches taller than I)who plans to go into the military and then college(or vice versa.). Possibly my hesitance is that I don't feel as though I am prepared to leave summer behind because of my complete lack of food preserving, due in part to the horrendous (is that word applicable to the mundane?) growing conditions of this season. Speaking of...

I have decided to move on along in the garden and concentrate on fall crops in the greenhouse and put the main part of the outdoor garden to bed early. It will be like a naughty child, except that I plan on feeding it a HUGE dinner before sending it off. Today I am contemplative on the subject, not bitter or grumpy. I know that something as silly as a poor agricultural season is unimportant in the grand scheme, but there are times I am less accepting. Even whiny. Slightly.

Next time, a run down of the garden bedding and such.