Jane

To some it may seem a meager accomplishment.  But I am happy about it.  I have finished Jane Eyre.  If I were to describe it in a single word, it would be Beautiful.  I'd say it is my favorite, but there are simply too many lovely stories to pick a favorite.  Every single one is different. 

I honestly know very little about classics.  If you asked me to name old famous authors, I could name a few.  Charles Dickens, Charlotte Bronte, Louisa May Alcott, several others.  I may feel like I know a lot about classics, but then I talk to my sister who seems to know everything about everything, and I realize how little I know.  But you can never know everything about something.  You can never even know everything about yourself.

But I have strayed from my subject.  Jane Eyre.  But what else is there to write?  The book is there, if you want to learn more, pick it up for yourself!

I a very excited about the movie though.  It comes out on May 11, my mother's birthday.

Finishing the romance has added a new desire in my heart for classics.  I am not sure if my mind could comprehend many of them, but I will try.  I think next I will tackle Anne of Green Gables.  I know the story well, though I have never read the books.  I've heard it dramatised and I have seen the movie.  How accurate they are, I will soon find out for myself. 

Oh, What a Procrastinater I am!

Procrastination, leave me alone!  Oh, the last few days have been so odd!  Monday, with school starting back up after an all too short weekend of fun, I found myself with lots of enthusiasm for catching up in the work I've fallen behind in.  But why doesn't that kind of enthusiasm last? 

By Tuesday it had all been used up.  I hardly got any work done and spent the day on YouTube.  The down side of homeschooling is that one has too many opportunities to do things other than school.

That evening I went somewhere and had a fun time and was very excited when I got back home.  And then I realized I had left my purse (containing a journal, a sketch book, a wallet, Jane Eyre, and more...) behind.

It's a new day.  The sun is shining.  The snow is... white and I still haven't gotten much school done.  I have my purse back and my treasures that were within, but unfortunately the enthusiasm didn't come back with it. 

Help me, God!  I can not keep doing this.  Especially when I want to graduate a year early.  I must not give up, I must try.  My algebra awaits.  She is not closest friend, but I'll try my hardest to get along with her.

Weaving

Here are the pictures of the fabric I'm weaving.  Once they are all done, I'm planning on sewing them into a doll sweater.  Sorry if the pictures are blurry, my camera isn't very good.

Traffic Jam

My mind is like a traffic jam.  Ideas are stuck, unable to move, honking their little horns and shouting, "What about ME?"  Other ideas are going to fast, they can't stop, they don't even realize they are about to hit a dead end . . . and then it's too late!  They crash, shatter into pieces.  It may take months for them to recover, years, decades!  And then there are the little ideas, the ones that glide swiftly through the others and make it through the confusing mass of words and feelings.  Those are the ones that reach the goal, make you smile, make you catch your breath.  They don't come often, sometimes you have to wait a long time.  But they do come, and it's worth it.