We Can Say Toga in Latin!

The last few days around here have been refreshingly dull.  Church was delightfully normal – no guitars, no quizzes.  Dan did not show up on Monday, or today, so the new shower still sits in its enormous box in the hallway, uninstalled.  The chain link for our new backyard fence went in Monday, but they were short a gate, so we still do not have a complete enclosure (Bo still had such a good time playing in his new fenced yard on Monday evening that he has been stiff and sore ever since.).  Ed has mostly put up the thin boards over the counters in the kitchen to which I will apply the tile backsplash, but I had so little faith in the kitchen ever getting to the backsplash stage that I still haven’t gotten around to ordering the tile.  Travis and I finally started with Prima Latina this Monday, after a year and a half of procrastination (I had meant to start him in second grade, but found getting started terribly intimidating!), and we seem to be okay (by which I mean that we’ve made it through the first five Latin words in Lesson One, which include toga and luna.  T. can’t say toga without cracking up, though.)

Tonight was the book discussion group meeting, and I left Ed and the kids with rolled out gingerbread dough and Curious George (the movie) to entertain them.  I had a good time with the group, and the discussion of The Whole History of Grandfather’s Chair was fun.  On the way home, I had an interesting discussion with our friend, Helen, who gave me a ride, about religion.  She has invited us to visit their church, and we probably will, sometime, but I think they are much more conservative than we are.  She didn’t actually say that the Episcopal Church was bad, but she did mention something about yeast spreading, in reference to some of the questionable behavior among the church leaders.  When I mentioned that I’d thought about trying the Catholic church after the guitar/pop quiz unpleasantness, she said “Don’t do that!”  I guess I’m not surprised, and she expressed herself in a friendly way, but it was a pretty good reminder of the lesson not to discuss politics or religion (and my blog doesn’t count for that rule!).  I hope she doesn’t decide that we are “bad yeast,” though, since she and her family are really nice people.