Okay, so it's not humanure. It's horsanure. Dave won't let me get one of those cool humanure toilets. Personally, I think it would awesome! But I probably would have trouble eating any tomatoes we fertilized with it... But anyway, we dusted the entire front yard with a layer of...er...let's call it compost.
The Cowboy Clock is 98% finished. I am taking suggestions for the ending. Let's see...where did I leave you off? Basically they go to the fair where Sasha is a judge and she almost eats the poison plum preserves, but Sheriff saves her in time. Tada! Oh and it was Erma Jean Dean what made the poison preserves and poisoned Andy.
The Greenhorn is on hold while I work on my new project, which is not a secret, I'm just not telling you about it.
I know that you don't care about that, but suck it up or get off my blog.
So, we finally got Z reading at grade level. He has been very uninterested in doing this. He has been very slow to grasp the importance of learning to read or the practical uses it might have for him. Well, so anyway, this has me thinking about people for whom school does not come naturally. I mean, is the first 18 years of your life basically hell on earth? I have no idea since school came so naturally to me. I was really good at it and other than some sleep deprivation issues, pretty much enjoyed it. What if it was super important for everyone to know how to play board games and you had to spend K-12 grades 8 hours a day learning to play board games. Because that would be like hell on earth for me. I guess I'm just really lucky that all school consists of is regurgitating stuff I read in books and retaining knowledge long enough to pass a test.