I’ve read three books this week. The kindle tells me how long I’ve got left, so instead of frittering my evening away on social networks, I’m reading.
I love to read. The reviewing is more of a mixed bag. I hate to think of an author reading a bad review. Or not even a bad review, just a meh one. When you’ve put months and months of your life into a book, to have someone read it in a couple of months and say, meh. The only thing is, I know how often I am sideways to the world. It’s entirely possible that the books I am all meh about will be the one that lights your fire.
So, there must be a way for me to get that across. Pondering it tonight.
There is a place for a different point of view. An external perspective. A look at the world that sees other aspects of it. Isn’t there? Since my diagnosis, my already shaky at best self confidence has been even lower. Not helped by the isolation of having my driving withdrawn. I’m hopeful I’ll get that back, but I don’t know when.
It’s time, though, to get back to being me.
Today I found the living room floor. I’m designing storage for one of the alcoves. If I can get the bank to play, I’m buying a lovely heap of Montessori materials, so that Tigerboy and Smallest can be productively employed. I’m sure it will suit them both to the ground. Next I need to find a group for us all, I’m beginning to suspect that I’m going to have to create one, but if I have to, I’ll do that.
Annoying how many groups are inaccessible via public transport.it makes me wonder how many isolated home educators there might be, who can’t get to the groups run by people with cars. I’ve never really thought about it before, but I’ll bet there are some.
Ah well. Time for a few changes.
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