Back to new routine...

We're back now.  Back to routine and trips to Drumheller.  My pantry is full and I feel like a contented Mother Mouse.  Weston is asleep again in the day.  His pink cheeks show the warmth of an afternoon nap.  Thank God for the village trampoline and tomatoes still on the vine.  I wonder if we'll tire of blanketing them on these coming cold nights.  I love fall.  I know I'll love winter better with the first snow, but right now, all feels as it should be and I still want to make pie.

I bought a spaghetti squash today... we'll see if it really makes the whole meal.  Weston was a good helper at the store.  He brushes my hands off every time I try to steer the cart; he wants no help!   Of course he took out a sale sign and a few packages of noodles, but we made it round most of the corners.  Why is it 100% juice is more scarce every week?  Some of our favorite foods are disappearing.  Alas.  This once a week shopping is a bit of a headache.  I always plan, but then I'm faced with new stimuli I hadn't planned on and this forces new discernment.  Inevitably, I must rationalize in the end and pass certain items through Dave's approval, and then the bill always feels too high.

Borscht was good again today, and I bought new stock meat and ingredients for pumpkin pie.  

Coaching with Sammantha was great, but way too short.  Both of us will have to bone up on the back story for Aricia from Racine's Phaedra.  I love the story between she and Hippolytus.  It would be a definite bestseller romance novel today!

Oregon seems far now, and all those plane flights long ago.  Still wondering what to do about Christmas and when/if to travel.

I have so many plays on my shelf now, wish I had more time/desire to read and not just skim for characters and possible coaching monologues.

       Right now we're all reading Prince Caspian.   The boys love it, especially Trufflehunter and Reepicheep.  I hope we keep it up.  This is our fourth in the series.  We started with the Magician's Nephew, then Lion, Witch,..., then The Horse and His Boy.  

---Oooh yellow gold and black flashed by my window and that means Donovan is being bussed to the stop from school.  Time to wake the pink sausage-boy lying on my couch and welcome the 7-going-on-12 year old.