SCHOLA

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Yesterday we rode over to McIntosh, FL, to check on our other oddball property. We have a hotel. It's really old, well, for Florida that is, very decrepit, but most importantly, it's big. We've been interested in McIntosh for years, and always loved this place. When it finally went on the market, we couldn't resist. That's what happens when you spend too much time in small places, I guess.

The entire town is on the National Historic register. It's an old railroad town and almost all the original Victorian buildings are still standing. The flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, it was just beautiful.

We're planning to clean up the downstairs, not this weekend, but maybe next, and move our belongings up there, rather than pay for a storage unit.

I'm so glad we didn't decide to get rid of it during our big relocation turmoil.

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We got back last night and discovered our cat missing. Our next door neighbor said she heard a cat cry, similar to the noise she heard when cat #3 disappeared. Sounded like something getting its throat ripped out. I haven't mentioned that part to the kids...

S, ever hopeful, made up a flyer to hand out to the neighbors. We should just produce a fill-in-the-blank flyer at the rate we go through animals.

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This week I'm living it up. We have a nanny! Well, actually, our neighbor has a nanny, but the neighbor's out here all week and has made her nanny's services available to us because her three year old daughter is best friends with our little one and they want to be together every minute. You could really get used to this.

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G left this morning to the east coast for a day or two, taking G with him. He got about a third of the way back when his truck started acting up. May be the fuel pump. He limped back into town, I met him at the Ford dealership and he took my car (which might be developing transmission trouble...) I did a quick grocery shop while he was still here and he dropped us at the marina to take the boat home.

When we got to the house, there was a note addressed to S written on our dock in sidewalk chalk:

S, I saw your cat -- it's around somewhere

The nanny spotted him running through our yard!

Keep your fingers crossed. I still don't see any vultures...

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SCHOLA 101

schol' a: 1) An intermission of work, leisure for learning, learned conversation, debate, disputation, lecture, dissertation. 2) A meeting place for teachers and pupils, place for instruction, place of learning, school. 3) The disciples of a teacher, body of followers, school, sect. 4) An acronym for my tortuous blog title "Secular Classical Homeschoolers' Odyssean Learning Adventure." 5) How my Boston cousins pronounce "scholar." 6) Someone who studies at 10 o'clock for a dilla or a dolla.

These are the blatherings of an introverted, autodidactic, champion of The Enlightenment raising three daughters. At one time or another we have homeschooled, public-schooled, Catholic-schooled, cyber-schooled, unschooled, and even threatened boarding school. We have been inspired variously by The Well-Trained Mind, A Thomas Jefferson Education, and Climbing Parnassus, tempered by the writings and wisdom of Charlotte Mason, John Holt, Benjamin Franklin and Michel de Montaigne.

I try not to get wrapped up in labels, but we are secular and we are classical-ish.

We travel. A lot. Sometimes to the other side of the state and sometimes to the other side of the planet. Join us on our journey as we search for our home, navigate the waters of self-education, lounge with the lotus-eaters, and bash a Cyclops or two.