Hello and welcome to a peaceful, pretty content Saturday here at the Wannaskan Almanac. Today is August 23rd. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. As summer winds down to Ordinary Time (what I call the season from September to May), the oldest kids have all landed at our house on a brief layover before life resumes. "How did we manage to fit eight 10-year-old boys into our living room for a sleepover?" I mused aloud last night, as our family of seven gathered in the exact same space. "Because they were small boy bodies," the Oldest answered. And she's right. With the growing up of the first group of progeny we call Kids 1.0, comes their full adult-size bodies. And not just their bodies, but their thoughts and feelings, which all seem so much larger than when they were home living under our roof. And the living room feels small. 1 - 2- 3 easy chairs, I count around the room. The 1 -2 - 3 spaces o...
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself—FDR