So if you're keeping up, you'll recall that at the end of last school year, I stepped down from heading up Awana at our church owing to many factors, but the primary ones being the treatment of youngest by the children's pastor and then subsequent treatment of me after having objected to said treatment of youngest. It had become a considerably hostile environment, and while it was hard to walk away after ten years (and I enjoyed the bulk of those ten years), it was necessary.
3/15/2024
Sitting in the Shade
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Labels: Yes I Got the Memo
3/13/2024
Spring Projects
The glorious weather this week has been stirring up my spring project brain a little. And also my "I really really want to go on a a vacation" brain. And maybe get chickens?
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3/05/2024
Stretch, then fold.
I'm playing with my sourdough again.
Posted by beth at 3/05/2024 06:59:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: Mmm Mmm Good
2/29/2024
Now We're Doing the Cha-Cha*
Grief is fascinating to me.
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2/27/2024
Because Why Not?
So, round about the time my sister was finishing up her stay in the hospital and transitioning home, the magnesium supplement I've been taking for a while now reformulated.
Posted by beth at 2/27/2024 09:54:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Life...don't talk to me about life, Little Peggy Ann McKay
2/24/2024
Pedro Lives!
I know you were all waiting on tenterhooks (and wow, didn't that just send me down a strange etymological worm hole. Highly recommend googling if you're unaware.) to know if my sourdough starter was going to survive its misadventure by teen.
Posted by beth at 2/24/2024 11:31:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Mmm Mmm Good
2/22/2024
Teenagers...
Today, I was feeling a little motivated in the morning (a big win of late), so I dragged my sourdough starter out of the fridge and gave it a feed, thinking I'd give 100% whole wheat another go. (The last experiment, which was the 2nd, turned out almost great, so I'm pleased and thinking I'm on the right path with it.)
Since I seem to attract drafts no matter where I life, I stuck the starter in the oven with the light on so it had a still and warm place to grow.
Everyone knows the light isn't on unless I'm doing this.
Or so I thought.
I came downstairs from my few minutes with eldest's therapist after his session to find the oven pre-heating.
And my starter cooked.
After a near-hysterical meltdown (because my sister gave me that starter) and some time to collect myself, I judged that the very bottom of it might be salvageable.
So I stuck that in a bowl and fed it and we'll see.
I washed the usual jar (baked on starter is surprisingly hard to get off without a good bit of soaking) and tonight I'll transfer over some of the afternoon fed starter to the jar, give it another feed, and see again in the morning if we still have life or if it's just time to start over.
The teenager has been quiet and reserved since this afternoon. I think hubby may have called to explain that his initial response of, "I'm sorry but it's not a big deal." was not the way to go.
Posted by beth at 2/22/2024 05:59:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: The Doodle, The Mommy Manual