Sep 2
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
South American, I think, circa 1000 AD. I was pleased with myself for thinking of putting fabric to stitch and embossed metal for sparkle.
I’m glad this is a 3 day weekend.
Alice was accepted to the Montessori School. The reports from the admissions woman were heartwarming – the teachers who interviewed her said she had poise and confidence, used a large vocabulary with grace and style and was very comfortable with the Montessori learning tools. In short, they would be delighted to have her. I could have told them that!
Now Al and I have to come to terms with the idea of paying for school. Paying a lot for school. It isn’t the desperate situation of a couple years ago, but it is a lot. But she also is pretty cross threaded with the public school. A lot. We have a day to let it all percolate. She needs to report Tuesday for a cubby and orientation, and to have a quick run around. School starts for real on Friday when the returning kids welcome the new kids to the classroom and they all settle down to begin. It sounds so cozy it makes me want to cry. In a good way.
Lee Thomson 
I like the type-o “makes WE want to cry” I say HOORAY, a bright, articulate amenable child recognized by those who will teach her in the smaller and more intimate surroundings which will nourish her and allow her to bloom further. YAY. (spell check doesn’t like YAY) ho, ho.
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