This morning, we went to Mass at the 13-year old’s new school. Sanctus and Agnus Dei which everyone could sing without looking at the paper. Just like that.
By then it was almost lunchtime, so Michael got to go to Mama Goldberg’s in his quest to try out every Italian sub in town. Which Wich is still his favorite, but this was close. Then, since school school dismisses at 2 on Fridays, no reason to go home yet. We headed to one of Birmingham’s great treasures – the expansive, diverse and absolutely free Botanical Gardens.
Looked at things. Listened.
And remember, with this one, who does the listening? Yeah, that would be me.
(Last year I wrote a bit about the Charlotte Mason homeschooling style, an element of which is “narration” – that is, the child narrates back to an adult what she has learned. In early years, they do so verbally, but over time move into more written narration. I reflected that this is not even something I have to try for. I get narrated at all day long. All. Day.)
Did math.
Finished math. (Still reviewing.)
Spent some time in the library at the Gardens – it’s actually a branch of the public library system, with, of course, a collection focused on horticulture.
Picked up brother, came home, did a bit of handwriting and practiced piano. These came in the mail, so we’ll start on them next week:
Oh, and got the new friend settled in.
