I apologize for not having harvest pictures ready for you – I have taken the photos, but haven’t moved them to my Macbook or edited them yet. SOON!
In the mean time, mostly we are crippled by the Olympics. I know I mentioned this when I first started blogging, but at that time my mom and sister where my audience. So I’m telling you again: I LOVE THE OLYMPICS. Yes, I’m yelling. My Farmer actually told me this week that he thinks it might be better for my mental health if I *didn’t* watch the Olympics.
He was joking, of course.
Or that’s what I’m going with, anyway.
Several of my children share my Olympic obsession. Little Cowgirl must be repeatedly told to get OFF the back of the couch, to stop cartwheeling during the competition (do that during the commercials, for heaven’s sake! I can’t see the TV!) and yes I will sign her up for gymnastics as soon as humanly possible. When Farmer Boy asked me why they were lighting the copper petals, I was ecstatic to explain the symbolism of the gift the olympics gives to each country represented there, and how they all come together in their passion and humanity to burn as a bright symbol of hope and togetherness. I had tears running down my face and Shooter was even choked up. I had to stop speaking to get ahold of myself.
Farmer Boy took the opportunity to interject, “So, in other words, it’s because the copper won’t melt.”
I manage to get everyone fed (because I get hungry as well), reasonably clean (because bad smells are distracting) and a portion of my jobs finished (the most noticeable ones, anyway) so that I can spend as much time as possible in front of the television yelling “GOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOO!” and doing the ugly cry every time someone wins/loses.
I have somehow also been able to continue the children’s most recent activity, horseback riding lessons. They are actually Farmer Boy’s lessons, but the teacher is allowing the other children to ‘sit in’ and also have some participation in the class.
It is, of course, all a part of his master plan to one day own a horse of his own. I told you about his request for money rather than birthday gifts toward this same scheme. I am shocked at the amount the boys have scraped together and they will be owning livestock whenever Dad and I go to the sale barn to procure some more calves to raise for our own meat.
But that is not going to be happening soon, of course, seeing as it’s corn harvest (oh yeah, and some of the milo is ready) and OF COURSE the Olympics are on. So we are busy.
I’m only posting today because I remembered to bring the computer along with me to Farmer Boy’s tutoring. In fact, I should probably be napping in preparation for women’s gymnastics tonight…
What is your favorite part of the summer Olympics?