How doth the little busy bee – improve each shining hour? Mostly my shining hours were spent driving around today.
Of course, depending on what counts for a classical education in your house, you may instead recognize the parody of this in Alice in Wonderland:
- How doth the little crocodile
- Improve his shining tail,
- And pour the waters of the Nile
- On every golden scale!
- How cheerfully he seems to grin,
- How neatly spreads his claws,
- And welcomes little fishes in
- With gently smiling jaws!
I spent a long morning taking friends to the airport, and arranging a series of bells and signals for their return. Since we can't park curbside and wait for people to arrive on account of how we might blow the place up from frustration, we had to arrange other… arrangements.
The afternoon was completely engulfed in a horse scrimage, but it culminated in a FABULOUS riding lesson, utterly fabulous, thank you. I love Verne; with his prompting and under his eagle eye I feel so competent, and so worthy, and the red horse comes off as such a rock star!
And now, because there is serious weather headed this way, I am turning off the computer so its little innards will not fry when the lightning comes.
Two circles tomorrow.