Welcome to the first day of The Pukeko Patch’s NaBloPoMo posts.
It is a highly inauspicious start, following the contraction of some random cold and cough by Master Oh Waily on Sunday, and the subsequent contraction of it by Miss Oh Waily yesterday. As the senior Oh Waily at home right now, I am dutifully awaiting my turn for the miserable sniffles and scratchy throat to arrive. My best guess is either tomorrow evening or Thursday morning.
In the meantime I am very grateful that we can be flexible around our home educating when such things happen; and happen this past six months they most certainly have. I cannot remember a year where we have continuously cycled from well, to ill, to well again, only to have a few weeks respite before repeating the process all over again.
We are all heartily sick and tired of it – both literally and figuratively.
In the meantime, what are we to do when we have the weak, feeble, tired bodies, scratchy throats and sniffy noses?
Well. I read. They listen.
Today we managed to breeze through our week’s worth of history readings and have arrived in Rome. I did our week’s art readings too and the kids drew their version of Romulus, Remus and the Wolf. I’ll post photographs later in the week, if I’m not laid low as I suspect may be the case.
We watched the first part of a German documentary about Alexander the Great, which we picked up from Curiosity Stream, and will probably watch the second part tomorrow. It fitted in quite well with the end of our time in Greece.
Our literature reading for this week is more of The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews Edwards, which we have been doing as a bit of bedtime reading over the past week to create some spare time during the day to spend on other things. The kids seem to be enjoying it, but it hasn’t been as gripping as some of the earlier books. To be fair, though, we have only just finished the first part and the real adventure is yet to begin.
I will see if I can get a review out of the kids once we have finished it in a couple of weeks.
In addition to this, we also read a number of poems involving wind which led to discussions about the different sorts of imagery the poets chose. It was really good to see them thinking about and recognising the connections.
And that ends a pretty run-of-the-mill day around The Patch. The only thing missing today was our regular swimming lessons, which fell victim to the colds as well.
Tomorrow will probably follow a similar pattern, depending on what sort of grip the cold gets on the Oh Waily kids (and if it starts in on me).
See you then.