dark beloved cloud.

For the first time in three years of our family attending the local fair, I allowed myself to be dragged along. Fairs are equivalent to night clubs to my tender (jaded?) soul. I see drunks, overflowing toilets and trash.

It was raining and the whole thing is just a little too expensive for my tastes. But my children were enthused. In fact my four year old was beaming. I forced smiles and laughter while catching Husband’s eye with the look of how long must this hell be endured? when I remembered this lyric…..

I want you to know I love you
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
That’s always right there up above you

It’s from See America Right by the Mountain Goats.

Suck it up, I reminded myself. Just because you hate fairs and all things fun doesn’t mean your children must.

I’m the primary homelearning motivator here.  My children spend most of their time in my company and I didn’t sign up for this gig to grumble. So I ate some doughnuts, bought cotton candy and lightened up.

It’s not easy keeping up the positive. Some days I want to be that dark beloved cloud (the label doesn’t have anything to do with it) that blots out the sun and withers the plants. And some days I think I am. But it’s not all about me.

making for others.

This past year I have been trying to give back the ways I know how. Giving back has primarily taken on the form of making to donate to craft sales. 

I love making and crafting. We have enough quilts, sweaters, hars, mitts, socks, pants, shirts, dresses, pot holders, need I go on? I make for relaxation. And now I have been making to donate.

We are heading in to the winter holiday fair season. It’s a great time to make to donate and raise money for your favorite causes. People buy gifts and people would love to buy things you make to donate monies to worthy causes. I see wins all round here.

I was looking at my calendar this morning. It is scribbled up. Somehow all the squares are filled and I have more to do than days available before the end of November. So why not share ideas and motivations virtually? 

I propose holding a link up every Sunday till mid December (and beyond?) starting next Sunday, October 11.

I will sort out the linky widget and if you don’t have a blog, no sweat. You can hashtag, Flickr link or leave a comment on the weekly post. 

This season my projects are towards Neema, a Kenyan run women’s business and school to make and donate cloth pads to local girls and for our church. 

My friend, Rozanne has scheduled another of her popular Book of Hours workshops and is donating 5% of her proceeds to Neema. If you are local check it out. They are held at Pegasus Dance Studio.

What do you think? Are you in? I would love to know what you think!

the between.

It is most accurate to break our southern Ontario seasons in to sundress wearing and wrapped in wool. There is little in between weather.

Summer is elusive. Spring virtually nonexistent. May in general disappoints then June slumps in damp and chilly. Towards July you wake up one morning to swarms of mosquitos and a blazing sun. I won’t complain. It is never hot enough for long enough for me. My southern Illinois blood is still a decoction of silt and condensed heat. 

Fall sneaks in at night when you haven’t yet dug out the duvets. In the wee hours I find myself tucking children up in extra blankets dug out of chests, closing windows and slipping on mismatched socks. 

We are in the between. Starting the mornings with me confiscating winter coats to the afternoons of me confiscating swimwear. The sun while warm is a trickster covering for the air. Like that pocket of arctic water maurading around the warm lake. It will grow till that is all there is.