As I may have mentioned, ad nauseum, I love autumn. There are many events I get excited about (football, leaves changing, boots and scarves, my wedding anniversary, Halloween, my birthday) during this stretch of the calendar. One of my favorites is driving up to the north Georgia Mountains to visit Burt’s Pumpkin Farm. That’s where we buy our pumpkins each year and of course, enjoy a hay ride. As has become tradition, we go with some close family friends and try to make a day of it. The kids are getting older, and I think some of them may be over the ritual – but tough. My children are going until they no longer live at home!
Seriously though, I’ll be sad when it’s just R., Bear and I.
After the farm, we drove to Amicalola Falls and had picnic. We’ve found a cool little spot that I cannot tell you about. Selfishly, I love that it’s usually all ours – and if it’s not, I can guarantee you that my Bear will clear it out for us within fifteen minutes! We had a great lunch, but it was unseasonably chilly on the day we went. Some of us (moms) had gloves on. Another bummer was that the leaves really hadn’t changed yet. It was still pretty, but not as vibrant as I’ve seen in the past.
I don’t know about all of you, but this year the season has been extra busy for me, especially with Hunter’s cross country schedule. I have no one to blame but me. I’ve totally over-committed myself with conferences, classes and writing obligations. Alas, I’ve been rather quiet here the last few weeks, which bums me out. I’ve also had to deal with a few unexpected parenting issues. Don’t you hate when you believe all is well, and then life decides to keep it interesting? We had a Barrett incident that was very upsetting. He’s fine, but he did go MIA on us for a short period of time recently. I feel like I jinxed myself because I’d recently posted a blog about how great he was doing. My husband’s been hot on the case to improve our security measures. We’ve discovered that there are more options available to us now than there were a few years ago, when this was last an issue. I’d like to thank those of you who emailed me after that post with your stories and suggestions. It truly helped. I’ll share more later, but thanks to our local Sheriff’s office, I’m breathing a little bit easier.
My youngest has been struggling quite a bit in school this year and I’m really sick over it. You would think that, given our history with autism and learning disabilities, it would take a lot to ruffle me, but Cammy is my baby. I’m tired, exhausted really, of fighting battles on the school front. Do you ever want to gather your children together and go live off the grid? No? I know it seems out there, but in my dream world we live on a big ranch and a patiently serene (and brilliant) version of myself home schools the children. There are no emails about failing assignments, or issues on the bus, expensive extracurricular activities, or drama about clothes. Just wide open spaces, perhaps even a protective (PABA free) dome, happy children and no worries.
Back in the real world, I have to ask – why are we constantly changing the way our children are taught? I have four kids (although one has always been on a modified special ed curriculum) who have had vastly different curriculum experiences for first grade, in the same school system, over seven years. I hope I’m making sense. What I’m trying to say is that teacher and student aside, for Hunter, Audrey and now Camden, first grade has not been the same.
Okay, off my soapbox. Now for an update…
If you recall, I posted in this blog hop a few weeks ago about being late for a very important date. It’s time for me to come clean – I do not have a friend named Nancy. The unfairly ticketed victim was me. I was protecting my identity in the unlikely event that the post would come back to haunt me in court. Yes, I know – a long shot. But you never know.
I did decide to fight the ticket, but once in court I was quickly intimidated. It was not a pleasant experience. So when I was given the option to plead nolo contendere, I went to for it. I didn’t even have to ask. The clerk looked up my record and basically told me to leave. After the grumpy judge’s speech and spotting the officer who gave me the ticket in the courtroom, I didn’t have to be told twice.
At the end of the day, I paid a fine that was less than the ticket. It’s wiped off my driving record and no points on my license. So I guess it was sort of a win.
I will leave you with this picture, of one of my favorite autumn views:
How are you? What’s going on in your autumnal world? Have you been on a hay ride this year? Are you ready for Halloween?
This post is a link up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. The prompt that I chose was to share a picture of my favorite fall view. My apologies for taking it off the rails.