|This is part of my Grandpa Bob's space, in the garage, up at the lake.|
Today's photos are from our little vacation in July at my grandparents' Lake Cabin. There is some controversy in our family about whether this is really a "cabin". In our minds, cabins don't have electricity. But this cabin is not a luxury home, at least!
|In the cottage at night.|
|Gibbie, with one of the many fish he caught! We had fish for breakfast and dinner more than once!|
|Happy! We discovered our friends have a cabin near by, so we met up in Battle Lake!|
I have a theory that effective homeschooling families either let the house go to hell, or just have way better homemaking skills than I do! Maybe some families can function in more chaos than we can? Or can be joyful and free with way more order and discipline than I can?
Really, I can't, mustn't relax any more than I am. We need order to function, and that order, for me, is hard-won. I seem to just make a mess wherever I go. Sometimes I feel like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. I look around me, at the space that started the day Reasonably Tidy, and marvel that I was here while it happened. I was a part of it.
|Happy! Picnics every meal.|
|We had banjo music. And my father. Happiness.|
|Happy! One fish after another.|
|Grandma Loretta and Grandpa Bob, sitting and looking out towards the lake. The bestest part about being at the lake is being with Grandma and Grandpa. (The kids' great-grandparents)|
|Real: cleaning the fish: skills shared and learned.|
|Real. The fish are dazzlingly beautiful, glittering rainbows of sunsets and spots. Scaling and filleting them is quite real.|
|Fish Heads, fish heads, roly-poly fish heads. Eat them up, Yum!|
We have but three children, but will they survive intact? Hopefully we will each come out of this year in one piece, unlike these fish!