First Three Weeks of Homeschool Pre-Retirement

Out-of-the-Box

 

I haven’t officially retired because my girl hasn’t officially graduated yet, but I’m sure warming up to the idea!  Here’s a synopsis of how I spent my first three weeks after homeschool co-op ended forever for me as a parent-teacher.

 

First Week

That first week was a tricky one to maneuver through.  Lots of emotions and all wanting ascendancy.

I took this advice:  Ride the emotions like a wild horse.  The horse will buck, lean, kick and canter, sometimes all at the same time.  Just hang on and soon enough the emotions will settle into an easier ride.

Ride On @SuzBroadhurst

So, finishing touches on course summaries, tidying of the transcript, grading of a couple of electives. all were completed while riding a wild horse of anticipation of the end.

Until the …

 

Second Week

A norovirus-like stomach bug decided it was time to visit, kindly (ha!) emptying my soul of all need to worry about what I was going to do in retirement.  I really didn’t care what I would do, as long as I got feeling better.

And feel better I did by the ….

 

Third Week

Feeling better after a week of … well, never mind, let’s just say:  Feeling better, and anticipating my eldest sister and eldest great-niece’s visit in early June, I began the process of looking at my home through the eyes of a non-homeschooler.

Through the Eyes @SuzBroadhurst

Slowly, it dawned on me:  I am a non-homeschooler.  Or will be in just a few weeks. 

The organizing bug hit me and I got to sorting and clearing out.  Organizing beats crying.  Crying only offers a headache and organizing actually accomplishes something.

Of course, I’m not nearly done, and probably won’t be before my sis gets here.

This is a long-haul project, sorting through 13 years of homeschooling in our cottage, plus all the memories — and hoped-to-be-memory-making supplies — I brought along from our previous residencies.

The laundry/craft/supplies/curriculum/stationary/memories/hope chests/files storage room is still in flux, as the art shed is still in its final phase of completion.  But the church directory, monthly files, birthday card organizer and crochet patterns are organized!

Baby Cowboy Hat @SuzBroadhurst

Fiddling with paper instead of tearing up over the end, I’ve also been finishing up a couple of Bible study books I started mid-school year.   And …

 

I’ve been playing with concrete!

I’m building a Bag-by-Bag Concrete Patio outside my kitchen door near the bocce court.

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While the concrete dried, I pulled out the heat gun …

 

Heat Gun Meet Citrus Kitchen

I’ve also been heat gunning, sanding and painting my second kitchen drawer.

Sis, keep in mind when you visit, we are in kitchen-color-transition mode.

I’ve been playing with several color ideas over the course of time and you can probably find echoes of each color-adventure in our little cottage kitchen.  But at least the drawers match now!

And those matching drawers – a year-long goal completed – bring us to the end of Week 3 of Pre-tirement.

I wonder what Week 4 will offer!

Homeschool Retirement

 

As the homeschool graduation of my last born nears, I’ve been looking back as often as I’ve been looking forward.

 

Black Satin and Pearls @SuzBroadhurst

 

Not that I’ve ever really been the black satin with a string of pearls kind of gal.  More like …

 

Cookie-Doughed Apron and Macaroni @SuzBroadhurst

 

The future is most likely somewhere between pearls and macaroni.  And that’s sounds good to me.

 

Somewhere Between Pearls and Macaroni @SuzBroadhurst

 

“I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content.”  Philippians 4:11

 

Well, for the most part anyway.  Today.  At this moment.  Regarding pearls.  And macaroni.  Smile

A Safe Place: Hiding When the World Hurts

 

Out of the Box ThursdayWe can’t escape it.  We live in it.  We are not of it – if in the company of those redeemed by the blood of Christ – but we are still in it.  And sometimes it hurts.

And sometimes – at 4:30 in the morning – we wake up needing to hide from the day, the week, the lifetime.

We Go.  We Do.  We Add.

So we plan to go somewhere.  Do something.  Add to the world that crushes us so we don’t feel the pain.

Like pinching the fleshy part between thumb and index finger when our head is pounding.  Or pounding our fist when we stub our toe.  Or biting the inside of our lip when our heart is wrenched out of its comfortable socket.

Anything to distract from the pain.  Even if it causes us more pain.

A New Way

How many times have I been there?

But I got get kind of tired of self-inflicted pain on top of the  world-inflicted hurt, so I sought seek Him.  And found find a spot.  A refuge.  A fortress even.  A hiding place.  Over and over again …

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Seek and you shall find that He is your very safe hiding place, too.

 

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”  Mathew 7:7

“You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.  Selah “  Psalm 32:7

 

 

 

When Life Looks Too Big to Handle

 

 

Remember this:

 

He will never leave you @SuzBroadhurst