This was the day after the storm passed. I wish that perfect days like this had names.
You could still smell the ocean in the air.
Charlie was picking up windfall sticks in the backyard when I noticed they had a sweetgum tree with its miserable spikey seedpod balls everywhere.
I showed him how the leaves smelled like candy when you mashed them up with your hands. I did not recommend eating them though. He's learning wood ways from his Dad. Camping, hiking, fishing, and such.
I'm bribing him to learn cursive. There was much moaning and groaning when we started with a lovely worksheet that the school sent home last summer. Just his first and last name. By the eighth repetition, he was getting into the groove of it. I ordered a workbook and offered to pay a dollar a page for well-completed work. When I go up on Thursday--they have early release for a short Fall Break--I'm bringing a fist full of singles.
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It seems like those Charlie Mondays weren't that long ago! He and Emrie both learning cursive. Now I'm wondering if my great niece is too.
what was the cursive book you found? I have a candidate in mind who might be interested in the potential proceeds
Cursive Handwriting Workbook for Teens from Amazon.
We were taught to take a fresh small twig of sweet gum and chew on the end. It frays easily and can be used to clean your teeth.
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