Mindy's Non-Adventures

Happy Sunday, friends!  Let me start off by warning you that I've had a headache all day, and I've decided to switch up my music choices so I have no idea what this will do to my ability to proofread. In case you're interested, I'm going back to Switchfoot to see if it will work as background music. Okay...now then. If I spoke to you in person last week, I might have seemed a little off. I basically questioned all my homeschooling choices and might have told you I was considering quitting all the things. Friends, I am not quitting all the things. What I was actually doing was coming down from the hurricane. Yall. Hurricanes in Charleston are a three week event for some of us. Nope. Can't do Switchfoot. I'm back to Kings of Leon. Anyway. Week one of a hurricane involves increased vigilance for our chosen weather resources. Small talk is centered around the potential storm and whether one will stay or go if the need arises. We buy extra water and snacks at the s...

Okay friends. So I just finished writing up a delightful little thing about our past week, but we all know how the week went. Our lives came to a screeching halt, and we've tried to keep ourselves busy until this massive and slow as ketchup coming out of a Heinz bottle storm did its thing. You all get it. I don't have to rehash it. We are all so over Florence. Instead, I'll tell you about this other thing that happened! First, I need to explain something to you about myself. When I'm thinking through an issue, I have to look at it from every possible angle. I will read a position on said issue and internally argue against every point I read. Then I'll read something else coming from the opposite angle and argue every point they make. I will argue all the points in my head and sometimes out loud until I either get to a point that I cannot refute OR I realize there's no way to definitively know the answer. At that point, I'm okay with making a choice and hol...

Happy September everyone! Summer is in its final throes and fighting back hard against autumn. It's a valiant effort, but I think we're all done with 90+ weather in September. In my heart, I am pulling on my cozy socks, sliding my cocooned feet into my boots, wrapping myself in scarves, and twirling in the blowing leaves with a hot apply cider drink in my hand. Alas, today will be in the 90s again so I will put my sandals and tank top on with bitterness. Hot, sweaty bitterness. But anyway. I have settled into a happy place. After rereading some of my posts from earlier this year, I can tell how far I've come. The beginning of this year was chaotic and sad. I've since eased into a nice season of calm and boring. I can take a deep breath without the tightness that accompanies the anxiety of too many commitments and worry over whether or not we're already behind with our school work.  Unfortunately, some of my people have stepped into a more difficult season of...