I can't believe Emmett is old enough for SATs.

I can't believe Emmett is old enough for SATs.

One year from now he will be (I hope!) opening up college acceptance letters.

I am totally right, but we are doing it the more complicated Jason way, because if we didn't he was going to have a nervous breakdown. Sometimes it sucks being the less anal one in a relationship.

You know what's even worse? Being the more anal and organized one when the other one is a bit OCD. Because then the more complicated way is also less organized and less efficient and yet still must be followed to avoid same nervous breakdown.

sigh.

I just found a fascinating series on You Tube: BBC Wartime Farm, a several-part series about a year running a farm in the same way they did during WWII. The bits about the recommended practices--the government advising farmers to switch to gas or electric stoves because coal was needed for the war and how that was hard because most farms weren't on the electric grid so they needed generators--and coping with equipment shortages so that the blacksmiths suddenly became very important again is fascinating.

There's also series for Victorian Farm and Edwardian Farm. The historical stuff available on You Tube is wonderful.

I think I'll check out the Coursera and iTunesU stuff -- I'm unemployed, so I might as well do a bit of self-improvement, right?

That was my reasoning, Theo.

This temp agency I signed up with has a bunch of instructional courses available online, too, I'll be exploring those next.

I've clearly been spending too much time unemployed and short on disposable income -- I can't remember the last time I stayed at a hotel. Based on vague memory, though, the first thing I'd do is kick off my shoes, and either collapse on the bed or go look out the window.

That sound fascinating, Connie. I'll check them out.

Timelies all!

Got all my errands done yesterday. One of the Jiffy Lube guys managed to break off the door handle on the rear passenger side door. They've ordered a replacement part, so I'll have to go back when it comes in. Sheesh...

Yikes, Sheryl. How does that even happen??

We had a super social day yesterday, which was awesome, but now we're all tired and sloungy and the house is a mess. It was a really fun day, though. First we spent the morning cleaning the house and running errands, then we had our friends with tiny twin babies come over for a few hours, and then after they left we had a couple hours to tidy again and make dinner, then we had four friends over for dinner. It's a nice feeling to have friends here that we've known for a while now, people who knew us when we had just moved to town, before we got married, before we had a baby. It helps me to remember that we actually have some history in this town now, and a nice little community of friends that we've put some time into building up.