It's not just one year home

We've decided to homeschool again.  I'm happy for the kids, because I think that this is really the best thing for their education.  It will be different next year, especially for me the left-out family member.   I'll miss being around to hear up-to-the-second the reports about projects and field trips and the news (from Eleanor). 

Next year, the kids will go to Leaves of Learning two days a week next year, taking lots of really cool classes on Wednesdays and Fridays.  Eleanor will get to live her dreams of being a journalist, being in the theater, taking dance and yoga, and cooking with science (there's a show about the science of cooking that she loves).  She'll also take creative writing and a cultural geography class that she was persuaded to take because it includes economics.  Calvin chose two math-type classes, a "horrible history" class, drama, creative thinking (again), and two literature classes.  When I was in college, I was always really excited when the new schedule came out and it was time to pick classes.  Imagining them was always the best part of the experience.  I'm vicariously having that fun again.

P.S.  We both woke up to the earthquake last night.  I thought it was the wind, to which Matt looked out the window and replied, "It's not windy."  He checked that the house alarm was on because he thought someone was banging on our house.  He also wondered whether the foundation of the house was finally giving up.  It was funny this morning to discover that it was an earthquake!