Still Here. Sort of.

We’ve been fighting off allergies and viruses all spring. When the sun shines, we make hay but I’m out of batteries for the camera and too broke to buy new ones and without a photo my desire to blog is limited.

Intuit/Quicken did credit the extra charge back to my checking account finally.

Few of my bloggers seem to be writing anything interesting these days.

Other than Latin, math and reading, we’re not hitting the books very hard just now in our homeschool.

We’re planting a lot. We’re watching the egrets and eagles and hawks and seagulls and ospreys. I saw a pair of mating red tails fall out of a tall pine and into our horse pasture a week or so ago, which was neat. I think they’ve nested nearby because I can hear someone complaining a lot and it is definitely a bird of prey. In the yard across the marsh there lives one small girl and one nesting Canada goose pair. The girl is a tease. The goose is a bitch. Way better than television.

I found out that given two hours alone I will: wash the dishes; wipe down the counters; finish raking the front yard; ride my horse through the houseboat woods. Delicious.

Tonight we’re going to an ODU bar, the Boar’s Nest, to watch Headfeather play.

Batteries soon. Promise.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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