The spain thing didn't pan out to be what we want. It was pretty clear immediately that this was the case, which I am thankful for. It was clear what was the best choice. Its not often that things line up so clearly, but when they do it is worth a nod. Even when it isn't how you would have written it if you could script your life.
We moved house 2 days after our return from Spain. There are pictures in the flickr over there on the left. I am working on getting more pictures uploaded. Its past time for a decent photo update.
Dylan finishes her GCSE's this week. Today actually. For our friends back home who are not familiar with this, it is the end of compulsory education here. After you do your GCSEs, you can go into trade school, the workforce, or 6th form. 6th form is sorta like community college for the last 2 years of high school. The certificates you earn are qualifications in their own right as well as used as entrance requirements to University. Dylan is going on to 6th form at Haywards Heath College. Her plans are to study psychology, art, and double-english. She will also be retaking maths, not because she didn't pass, but because in the transition to the system here they placed her in a lower maths mistakenly. By the time they realized it, it was too late for her to change course so she needs to retake it at college for a higher level. I know she isn't thrilled about it, but I know it will be good for her. Next weekend, she is headed off to prom. My baby girl at prom. On a river cruise boat (which she reports that said boat is "complete shit") on the Thames in London. Complete shit or not, that sounds like a recipe for a maximum memory material (henceforth referred to as MMM) .
Kiah turns 15 on Monday. My solstice season child continues to shine. If all goes as planned, this weekend she is going ice skating with some friends. They have had several attempts to work out schedules to go on this expedition (it is a bit of a train ride to the rink). It would be prefect timing if she was able to go on her birthday weekend. I have a picture of Kiah in New Mexico the year before Anja was born. I can see the young woman she has become in her eyes.
Axel's program at Emerson is also coming to a close in following weeks. This week classes end, next week is closing projects, St. Johns Day festival, and recognition. There is something to be said about how this all has unfolded, and it isn't easy to find the right words. We'll have to see what I can come up with. This weekend is the Sculpture programs final presentations. A friend is presenting her project so we will be going to that. Last year there were a couple projects in particular that suprised me and touched me profoundly. I am sure there will be at least a spark or two to be found this year.
And because when I am busy I do the thing that makes the most sense - I waste time! Todays time waste has taken me to find this inspired work. Bansky at the Sacred Space at Glastonbury. Medium of choice "repurposed portable toilets. Bravo.
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