You know you're busy when...

...you haven't had time to read any blogs for nearly a week, let alone contribute to one!

So, here I am, with a hole in my sock. The fact that I'm wearing a sock at all should tell you something. Yes, summer is officially over in Peace River. Following several days where the temperature reached nearly 30 degrees (that's Celsius, by the way) last week and on the weekend, today I woke up and went "BRRR! Why is it so darn COLD in this house?" and promptly put on a sweater and some socks. One of which now has a hole in it. Darn cheap socks. Yet another reason I really need to learn to knit my own.

Last weekend was BIZ-EE! Dad and Logan were here until Sunday night--they managed to get two rounds of golf with Jason in on the weekend, so they were loving the warm weather. We managed to get some good visiting time in during the evenings. I managed to cook up the turkey that had been in my freezer for about a year. Any weekend with family and turkey usually ends up being a good one.

Yup, I guess it qualifies.

Then Monday, after the relates had headed out, I spent the day moving my craft area down behind the wet-bar downstairs (I never knew you could fit so much STUFF into such a small area!), and moving my piano, etc., into the office, because...

Wednesday was my first day of teaching for the year. Back in the saddle again, that's me. I haven't taught in two years, but I am really excited about it. What's really exciting is the number of students I have already--for someone that's new to the community, and has done very little advertising, it has been surprisingly easy to generate business. I found out that there has been a shortage of piano teachers up here the last few years, so that would probably explain it.

I was a little nervous yesterday before the lessons, and was running on only about 5 hours sleep from staying up late and preparing everything the night before, but it went well.

Here is the part of the post where I tell you the funny things the kids have said lately. Just so you're warned.

Dad: Did you do that, Jude?
Jude: No, probably not me, probably Noah did.

(I don't think he quite grasps the concept of "probably" yet.)

While babysitting the Burdick kids yesterday, Dawson asks me at lunch, "Why are the adults the boss?"

"Good question," I said. "Why do you think it is?" The stuff that kid thinks of!

And, by way of finale, I would like to point out that there is still magic in the world. And it was one of the best things that happened to me today.