I saw a really disturbing video today, which I won’t describe, except to say that the narrator rhymed all the way through. Since then I’ve been having a hard time not rhyming. Brains are funny things.

I must record what the little one did today, though, because he was a powerhouse. He read three easy readers and two chapters of Nate the Great, did The Gingerbread Man and Little Red Riding Hood in Learn to Read with Classic Stories, did twelve pages in Developmental Math Book Four covering word problems and mental math with money, drew three lessons from Mark Kistler’s Imagination Station (the book), did a free write, made a scale ruler for use with a map, and did three pages in Rand McNally Schoolhouse Geography on reading map symbols. He also designed a “Death Note” notebook from a cartoon about a grim reaper, and he helped illustrate a storybook about Artemis we have been making for the seventh birthday of a young friend.

We also talked about math’s place in various careers, who Pythagoras was and what he taught about modes, healing and music, what counts as a “private part,” what counts as consent, what counts as a sexual encounter, and techniques for memorizing poetry. He asked for help memorizing this folk song so he can perform it on stage, specifying that he wanted to do that song despite my attempt to suggest alternatives. I’m looking forward to seeing his loud drunk act.

The older boys worked on a game they were making all day. I taught Bear to make a table in Pages so he could type up the cards for his stunningly fun Munchkin-like Walrus game.  Bear also read more in the Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica series. Verdi read about lawsuits, proverbs and a bunch of other random stuff in the Uncle John Bathroom Reader series. I asked him what else he did today and he said, “Well, I was in my room doing nothing for a lot of it.” He is so very adolescent these days, daydreaming endlessly. He’s reading a new Science News magazine at the moment.

Over Memorial Day weekend, we went off to the Wellspring festival, where the boys drew a lot, read a lot, had their first fencing lesson, sat in on a workshop about ancient Norse calendar math and the metatonic cycle, made duct tape and cardboard armor, attended an ADF-style ritual and learned about how ADF Druids worship ancestors, nature spirits and gods, saw a Bardic singing competition, learned to play a bunch of old childrens’ street games, had a workshop on Bardic skills, sang in a kids’ Bardic, played Munchkin and Killer Bunnies with complete strangers, got amazingly good at making a really big bonfire from hot cinders, identified a bunch of gods and a bunch of birds and plants with the help of other pagan kids in attendance, and made trees and wells from common craft supplies for their altars. So much happened at Wellspring that was awesome but I should write the actual official write-up before I blog anything informal, since I was there on a work-trade for organizing the childrens’ programming and the last thing they asked for from me was a how-it-went.

The rest of this week has been pretty quiet. It was cold and wet at Wellspring and we all came home with bronchitis. Luckily I had not planned anything. We get to stay home all weekend, huzzah!