As you, our lovely readers, have probably determined from the amount of woe-is-me posts penned by the Homestead of late, we’ve had our recent fair share of challenges. Some of them we’ve whined on about at length (and we’re not revisiting them again, we promise) while others we’ve kept to ourselves as we percolated, pondered and perpended.
As we munched our way through The Milk Maid’s interpretation of Cheese Rolls (tip: ditch the reduced cream/onion soup in favour of cream cheese, blue cheese, our very own mozzarella, and a touch of grated onion) with The Eagles Greatest Hits 1971-1975 playing in the background, we considered this week’s Sage Words and we’re blown away at how quickly the blessings bubbled to the fore.
Today’s chosen soundtrack is as good a place as any to start. With the recent death of Glenn Frey it was not surprising it was an Eagles’ song that got us out of an earlier, blog documented goatie scrape. What we didn’t expect was Farm Girl’s total infatuation with that early Eagles sound which resulted in the very album The Milk Maid sold as a vinyl LP a great many years ago as she never got to listen to it (such was The Bean Counter’s loathing of it) is now enjoying a Homestead revival despite his questionable musical taste. Isn’t safety in numbers wonderful!
Farm Girl’s education hoo-hah (that’s all we’re saying *mimes locking lips and throwing away the key*) has caused a great deal of sleepless nights and hair tearing, but blessing number two was obvious in this week’s series of revisited tests. Not only is she learning in a way that makes sense to her while respecting the effects of visual fatigue, she’s also loving it. Spelling tests where the supporting sentences reflect what’s happening in her own backyard? You can’t beat it!
Recently we hosted the inaugural Union Homestead Preparatory School and Home for Colourful Thinkers IEP – such a different affair to that earlier experience – and one goal identified was a weekly blog by this esteemed establishment’s sole pupil. This blog is now up and running; if you’re interested in seeing the Homestead from a different angle please let us know and we’ll happily invite you to view the pearls penned on the (for obvious reasons) restricted site.
By far the biggest, scariest, angriest demon we’ve been dealing with lately has been that of The Elders health. With Auntie Trish’s return to her home across the ditch, it has become obvious Nana and Grandad can no longer remain living alone in their own home. Making such a decision is huge; the incidents that lead to the realisation are scary and frustrating and, above all else, sad. It’s hard to see bright lights in such dark clouds, but the closeness, respect, caring and – I’m just going to say it, guys – love that The Bean Counter and his siblings are demonstrating both for their parents and each other while they negotiate the hows, wheres and whens definitely falls into the blessing category.
A photo not taken yesterday – what a team.
It’s been a hard start to 2016 for Union Homestead, but we’re lifting our heads, sucking it up, and heading back to the centre circle; like Liverpool in this weeks Europa League, we’re shooting for goal!