THE PARCEL.

The constant wet & humidity has made both Ditz & I pretty lethargic about schooling so when Ditz heard the postie toot she hurtled out the door. She was rewarded with THE PARCEL. Now Ditz adores parcels, even school parcels, & had her hands in the box before I'd finished slitting the tape. She tossed the readers aside charmed by the Chinese treasure chest & it was worth every cent to see Ditz excitedly examining everything. She has already experimented with the ink stone & calligraphy brush. Next to music Ditz adores art. There is so much to do & it all fits in with the red she chose to make her lanterns from. I guess I have a winner.






Even better, half heartedly looking the books over, Ditz's eyes lit up over Rascal & she has declared she is reading that first. A couple of others got the nod too & I finally have a bible curriculum ~ which is not what I thought it would be but is, perhaps, even better. That too is pretty hands on ~ in the sense of being arty & for a visual/spatial learner that's important. Now we have everything here we really must settle down & that should be easier with both boys out of the house.

After a shakey start with the math (always doubtful when neither of us can make head or tail of it) Ditz has got it & is moving ahead steadily, if not happily. She usually manages to sort it out trying to explain it to me but I remain as confused & mathamatically inept as I began. If I can't see it I can't do it & far too much math is too abstract for me. Ditz is luckier. She can usually see it given enough time & a prod in the right direction. I can happily prod.

Meanwhile the rain gushes down in thunderous bursts. All the northern rivers have overflowed their banks & the flood damage is running into the billions. My washing has been on the line for days getting a jolly good rinsing & the weeds are rampaging. I need mulch; lots & lots of mulch.