I am watching “spooky season” movies through September and October with my bloggy friend Erin over at Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs.

So far we have watched Clue together and this week it was The Addams Family. This is a break from our Classic Movie Impressions feature which is where we gave each other ideas for classic movies to watch and we each watched a different one. With this joint effort, we are both watching the same movies and giving our own impressions of them.

So on to The Addams Family.

Bizarre. That is the word that came to mind as I watched The Addams Family with my 15-year-old.

I think I saw the show when I was a kid a few times, but I was always afraid of monsters, witches, vampires, etc. and also wasn’t allowed to watch shows or movies about them. This whole watching sort of creepy or quirky Halloween-themed movies is actually out of my wheel well because they weren’t something we watched while I was growing up. I think if I had asked to watch movies like these when I was a teenager, my mom might have allowed it, but wouldn’t have really been happy about it.

She didn’t have to worry because these types of movies simply weren’t “my thing.”

That isn’t to say that I’m not having fun watching them now with my teenager or family (and Erin too really, though not in person) because I am. Now I know what everyone else has been experiencing for years.

I do have to say that The Addams Family was even weirder than I expected it to be, yet also not as weird in some ways, as I thought it was going to be, if that makes sense.

Christina Ricci was super creepy as Wednesday.

Angelica Houston as Morticia was just strange. A bit of trivia: according to IMBd, Cher actually wanted the roll of Morticia. I think she might have been able to pull it off.

The insane sexual tension between Gomez and Morticia is both hilarious and cringeworthy.

According to Wikapedia, “The Addamses are a satirical inversion of the ideal 20th-century American family: an odd wealthy aristocratic clan who delight in the macabre and are seemingly unaware or unconcerned that other people find them bizarre or frightening.”

Researching the film, I was surprised to learn that The Addams Family show from the 60s was actually based on drawings by a cartoonist name Charles Addams.

Where have I been all these years that I didn’t know that? He created 150 unrelated drawings that appeared over a 50-year period in The New Yorker. (Sadly he eventually lost the rights to all his cartoons to an evil ex-wife, but that’s for another blog post, another day.) The cartoons were later adapted into the show and characters included: Gomez and Morticia Addams, their children Wednesday and Pugsly, and extended family members Grandmama and Gomez’s brother Uncle Fester, and their butler Lurch.

A disembodied hand called Thing was introduced to the cartoons in 1954 and later Gomez’s cousin Itt and Morticia’s pet lion Kitty Kat were also introduced. The 60s TV show lasted for only two years but spawned an animated show and then was revived with this movie, which was followed by The Addams Family Values a couple of years later when another Addams child, Pubert was introduced.

An animated show and a couple of movies came from the 1991 and 1993 movies and then in 2019 they rebooted the movies again with a new version, which spawned a 2021 sequel.

The original 1991 movie stars Houston, Ricci, Raul Julia, and Christopher Lloyd. The plot of the movie centers around what Gomez believes is the return of his brother Fester, but is Fester really Fester? That’s what we try to find out as the movie continues, taking us on a strange journey into the world and minds of the Addams.

The Addams are a family who don’t like anything that “normal people” would see as normal. Things that are considered weird, twisted, and disturbing appeal to the Addams family more.

The more blood and gore, the more delighted they are. Apparently, my son should have been an Addams because during one particularly bloody scene he said, “this is beautiful” while laughing. Honestly, there are days I feel like The Boy and The Husband are a completely different breed, like the Addams family. Or maybe I’m the one who is of a different breed. *wink*

This movie is plain fun and isn’t as gory or shocking as it could have been if someone like Timothy Burton had directed it. All the crazy characters and twists and turns made me smile, laugh, and cringe in scared anticipation.

I’m sure I’ll be doing the same thing for our next pick, which I saw years ago, Shaun of the Dead.

After Shaun of the Dead, the list continues with:

Hocus Pocus

Young Frankenstein

Transylvania 6500 or Practical Magic (wild card)

Creature from the Black Lagoon (Classic Creature Feature)

Legend of Sleepy Hollow 

And …. If I can take it… Halloween from 1979.

See Erin’s post about The Addams Family on her blog.

This is a continuing/serial story. I share a chapter a week and at the end of the story, and after I edit and rewrite, I self-publish it. To catch up with the story click HERE. To read the rest of the books in this series click HERE. Let me know in the comments what you think.

Chapter 18

Ben stared at the television with bleary eyes, slumped down in a comfy blue recliner he figured was Adam’s.

He was in the den downstairs, gladly away from the rest of the family. What else could he have done? It wasn’t like they were going to hang out and watch tv like a family, since they weren’t an actual family.

He yawned and looked at his phone on the coffee table, guilt tugging at him.

He dialed his parents’ number and his mother answered.

“I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home until tomorrow in case you stop by.”

“Won’t be home? Where are you now?” She added quickly, “I mean you don’t have to tell us. You’re a grown man.”

A small laugh cracked its way through the exhaustion. “It’s okay. I’m in Lancaster. Car troubles so I have to stay the night.”

His dad’s voice, “How did you get there?” He must have picked up the other house phone. “You still shouldn’t drive, right?

“Right. Judi drove me.”

“Oh.” His mother again.

“Oh.” His father.

A brief silence fell over the conversation.

His mom spoke first. “So, is she as beautiful in person as she is in her photos?”

Ben leaned forward in the chair. “You’ve seen photos?”

“Well, yes Leona sent us some over the years.”

“You never said anything.”

 “We didn’t know if we should,” his dad said.

Ben cleared his throat. “I understand. And yes, she’s even more beautiful in person.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “Judi and I are heading back in the morning. There was some fog  and Leona asked us to stay.”

He chatted with his parents a few minutes more and when he slid his finger over the end call button he fell back in the chair, closing his eyes against the burning pain of tears. He’d been able to be tough for four years. Why was this all kicking him in the gut now?

He was exhausted. That’s why. That and he hated to hear the pain in his parent’s voice, knowing how much they’d love to meet Amelia and get to know her. Plus, this was yet another opportunity for him to be reminded he wasn’t as good of a father as his had always been and still was.

It also hit him with a sickening twist in his gut that he hadn’t prayed this entire weekend. For the past two years he’d been going to church with his parents, reconnecting with the faith he’d abandoned in junior high. He’d prayed his way through the self-directed anger and shame, the self-loathing that held him down day after day. He’d asked God to help him not hurt Angie and Amelia ever again and yet here he was, in the middle of the lion’s den, so to speak, poised to do just that if he didn’t leave soon.

He obviously hadn’t been thinking when he came down here. Not clearly anyhow. He had been worried something was wrong with Angie, Amelia or her parents, but he could have learned more about that over the phone. Why had he felt like he had to see for himself that everything was okay?

Maybe because he was a control freak. He’d been able to let go of that control over the situation with Angie but only with prayer and he should have prayed before he agreed to this trip.

He stood and dragged a hand through his hair. He needed some fresh air. Walking gingerly upstairs, he was glad the house was dark and everyone else was asleep. He gently opened the patio door and stepped out onto the patio and then down the steps into the backyard. Finding a bench under a maple tree at the end of the fenced in area, he sat down, looking out over flat land, void of the tree covered hills he was used to in Spencer. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the sky, at a vast array of stars, and then closed his eyes.

“God, you know I’m not good at this whole praying thing,” he whispered. “Yet, or still. I don’t even know what to pray for other than to help me get out of here tomorrow without hurting Angie or Amelia anymore than I already have over the years.”

He tipped his head forward, into his hands and let out a long breath, sitting there for several moments, mental berating himself again for agreeing to this trip in the first place.

“You okay?”

Adam’s voice startled him, and he looked up to see the man standing in the dim light of the moon, looking at him with a concerned crease along his brow line.

“Yeah.” Ben rubbed his hands across his eyes. “Just needed some fresh air.”

Adam gestured toward the other side of the bench. “Can I sit?”

Ben slid over. “Yes, of course.”

Adam stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I like it here but not as much as the place we had in Spencer. It’s too flat here. If my friend Lewis hadn’t offered me a place in his farm store to sell my furniture, I doubt I would have ever moved down here.” He lowered his arms and laid one on the arm of the bench, the other across the back of it. “I’ll be glad to get back to Spencer. Mom’s place is up on Hobbs Mountain – near the overlook that looks over the valley near the Tanner’s place.”

“Yes, I’ve been there before.”

Adam laughed. “Of course you have – what am I talking about? Mom practically adopted you as another grandchild when you and Angie were together.”

Ben simply nodded and looked out over the empty field again, his eyes focusing on a lone tree in the distance.

Adam broke the silence a few minutes later. “Boy, noses really bleed, don’t they?”

Ben laughed softly, leaning forward, and propping his elbow on his knees. “Yeah. I remember one I got when I was hit in the face with a baseball when I was about ten. They thought my nose was broken, but it wasn’t luckily.”

“Yeah, Amelia’s will be swollen a couple of days, but I’m glad it wasn’t broken. Kids are pretty resilient, I guess.”

Ben tilted his head to look at Adam. “Adam, what’s really going on here? Why did you want me here? I know about the move, but is something else going on? You could have easily called me and told me about the move.”

Adam rubbed a hand across his chin. “Yeah, that’s true, but I guess — I don’t know. I guess I felt like I should see you in person, talk to you about it all and see your reaction to Amelia myself, understand if you really didn’t want anything to do with her or if that’s just what Angie told us.”

Now they were getting somewhere. “They’re better off without me, Adam.”

“Are they?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. They’re happy, right? Amelia seems bright and well cared for. Angie has a doctor boyfriend. They certainly don’t need someone like me.”

“Amelia should know her dad,” Adam said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Not if her dad is a screw up like me.”

Adam shook his head slowly. “People change, Ben and I believe you have. Am I wrong?”

“I’m doing a lot better than I was, yes, but —” Ben let out a slow breath. “Listen, you meant well, Adam, but do you really think that I’m the father she needs? The man who walked away from her and her mom four years ago? The man who has stayed away and didn’t make an effort to contact them?”

“Did you ever want to?”

“Ever want to what?”

“Contact them.”

“Of course I did, but I knew — I know that I’m not what they need. I can’t do anything for Angie and Amelia but make their lives more complicated. They’re happy without me, right?” He didn’t wait for Adam to answer. “So, then what good will it do for me to come back into their lives?”,,,

Adam leaned forward until he could look Ben in the eye. “Are you drinking anymore?”

“No, sir, but that’s not the point. The point is I’m still not father material. I’m still selfish and there is still the potential for me to mess up again. I can’t take that risk and even more than that, Angie doesn’t want to take that risk. She’s happy with William. Amelia is happy with William. Let them have William.”

Adam let out a frustrated grunt. “I’m not saying you have to have a romantic relationship with Angie again. I’m just suggesting a relationship with Amelia at least. I won’t force you into anything, Ben. This isn’t the 50s. I’m not going to come after you with a gun, but I hope you’ll at least consider it. Especially now that we’re going to be living so close to you.”

Ben kept his gaze locked on Adam’. “What else is going on, Adam? Is it just your mom’s health pushing this move back? Level with me.”

Adam leaned back again, rubbed a hand across the top of his short, graying hair. “You always have been perceptive. I guess that’s why you became a lawyer.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Yes, my mom’s the main reason for the move. She’s got dementia and she’s also failing physically. At the same time,” he lifted a shoulder quickly. “I’ve got a bad ticker.”

“How bad is it?”

“Doctors haven’t said it will kill me any time soon but …” Adam shook his head, looking out into the darkness again. “What if it does? I’ll need someone to take care of my girls when I’m gone and I’d rather have them back in Spencer where the boys are, my brothers and, well, you.”

Ben laughed softly. “You included me in that last? Really? After all I’ve done to your daughter and granddaughter? They’ve got William, right? He’s a doctor, he can take care of you and them.”

Adam smiled. “He’s a pediatrician, Ben, not a cardiologist. But not only that — Angie doesn’t really love William. He’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but he’s safe. It’s the only reason she’s seeing him. It certainly isn’t passion.”

Ben kept his gaze on Adam. “Safe is good after what she had before.” He rubbed a hand across his jawline. “Why didn’t you give up on me, Adam? I definitely would have if I was in your shoes.”

Adam tipped his head back and sighed. “Because I knew someday you’d realize you were headed in the wrong direction. I knew that at some point you’d hit rock bottom and start climbing out again. I knew that someday you’d realize what you were missing out on and want to be part of Amelia’s life.”

Ben scoffed. “My rock bottom should have been when Angie left me. When I wasn’t at the hospital when Amelia was born. It took me another year and a half to get to rock bottom. It was pathetic. I’m not real quick on the uptake sometimes.” A dark barked somewhere in the distance. “Adam, seriously — what if it happens again? What if I fail them again?” He snorted a sardonic laugh. “Again? None of this really matters because Angie hates me anyhow and doesn’t want me around.”

Adam shifted his weight to face Ben even more. “Like I said, I’m not saying you have to marry her. I just want you around for them. I don’t know much about what it takes to stay sober but I know you’re a determined man. When you want something, you get it. You wanted that law degree and you got it and —

“Yeah, I got it. At the expense of my personal life. My family. My dignity.”

“Yes, but you regret that now, right?”

“I do. Yes.”

“Ben, do you still love my daughter?”

Ben held up his hand. This conversation had gone into the awkward long ago but it was now downright uncomfortable. “Adam —”

“Because she still loves you. She tries to act like she doesn’t, but she does.”

“Are we talking about the same woman? Did you see the way she looked at me today? If looks could kill — well, you know where I’d be.”

Adam rejected Ben’s attempt to bring reality to the conversation. “How long have you been sober?”

Ben rubbed a hand across his forehead. “A little more than a year and a half. Six months away from two. That’s not long in recovering alcoholic terms but I don’t crave it like I did. I don’t have an urge to go back to who I was. I’m told that’s progress.”

“You won’t go back to where you were.”

Ben was becoming irritated now. He ran a hand through his hair. “You sound so sure. I’m not even sure.” He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “How can you be?”

Adam’s smile gleamed with confidence. “Because you’re an Oliver. It’s in your blood not only to get what you want but to do what’s right.”

Thank you to Joyce at From This Side of the Pond for her Hodge Podge feature, which she hosts every Wednesday. For more information about it, click HERE.

1. Tell us a little bit about the best birthday you’ve ever had. 

It’s hard to really think of the best birthday I ever had because there isn’t a birthday that really stands out to me as “amazing” exactly. In 2020 we traveled two hour to Seneca Lake in Watkins Glen, NY and picked up something from a restaurant, sat outside and watched the waves lap up on the rocks.

My niece called me out of the blue, which was a shock because my five nieces rarely talk to us even when we try to reach out. Her call, and especially her voicemail, meant so much to me that I actually cried. It was the last time she called me and now she rarely answers my texts so it is a bittersweet memory, but I usually try to focus on the sweet.

2. In what way(s) have you changed in the last five years? 

Oh, that is a deep question that could turn into an entire blog post at some point. First of all, I don’t hinge my worth on whether or not people approve of me now. I don’t wait around for others to show me that I am important to them. When people make it clear I am not wanted in their life, I walk away and accept that. I also no longer stress when others are upset at a decision I make that is right for my family. I used to focus way too much on what others thought of me and I’m not going to say I never do, but it is much, much better than it used to me.

I ruminate much less now on how I believe a person perceives me and instead have learned to let it go. I have also let go of the idea of super close, movie-like friendships. I wanted that so much for so long that I was desperate and would let people walk all over me just to be sure I didn’t lose their friendship.

Now I am myself and if they don’t like it or aren’t interested, oh well. Life is too short to sacrifice my happiness to try to be liked.

3. What’s your favorite thing about the street on which you live? 

My street actually feels like a community, unlike the street we used to live on in another town. In our previous home we had one neighbor who invited us to her house or acted like we were real friends. We lived there for 18 years and were never invited to anyone’s house for dinner or to hang out, other than the house of the neighbor behind us who is a grandmother and just a super sweet woman. I still keep in touch with her.

The other night my new next-door neighbor (new for two years anyhow.) texted me and asked if I had any flour. She was making cookies for a Labor Day party she was having the next day that she had invited my entire family to (including my parents who do not live here). You know how in the movies people go next door to borrow a cup of sugar? I’ve always wanted that to happen and here she was asking for a cup of flour (well, more like two but who cares!)

“I have to go outside and meet Dawn!” I told my husband, practically jumping up and down. “She needs to borrow flour! Like in the movies when people buy a cup of sugar!”

I ran downstairs and told my teenage son where I was going (since it was dark) and he said, “Oh my gosh! It’s like when neighbors on TV borrow a cup of sugar!”

We were both so excited that it was  . . . a bit sad, actually.

But my neighbor made the best chocolate chip cookies with that flour, so it was totally worth us being absolute dorks about it. We also had a great time the next day at her house for the cookout. My daughter went swimming in the small pool in their backyard (it was ridiculously cold! I stood in it for seven minutes with her and couldn’t feel my legs), our dog socialized with their dogs, and my parents enjoyed chatting with the father of my neighbor and another friend.

4. The Hodgepodge lands on National Beer Day…are you a beer drinker? What’s a recipe you make that lists beer as one of the ingredients? If not beer, how about yeast?

I am not a beer drinker, no. I am not a consumer of alcohol at all. Part of the reason for this is that I was brought up by tee-totaling parents, but another reason is that I had a heart condition when I was younger that made me very dizzy and feel out of control, which I hated. I don’t want to get drunk and feel that out of control feeling so I stay away from alcohol altogether and don’t feel I have suffered at all from not drinking it. I am not against others enjoying alcohol in moderation but my mom always said she never saw anyone who was improved by drinking alcohol (at least to excess) and I tend to agree.

5. As I grow older, I would like to be a woman (or man, if there are any men in the HP today) __________.

Who focuses more on my relationship with God than what the world thinks of me.

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

We started our new year of homeschooling yesterday and I am looking forward to learning with my almost 16-year-old and almost 8-year-old. Neither of them, however, is actually that happy about learning. Pray for us. *wink*

Welcome to Sunday Bookends where I ramble about what I’ve been reading, doing, watching, writing and listening to.

What I/we’ve been Reading

Right now I am reading Junkyard Dogs, A Walt Longmire Mystery by Craig Johnson.

For those who are curious, it is not a clean book, but it is also not as graphic as some books. There is some coarse language.

Here is the description:

From the New York Times bestselling author of Land of Wolves, a modern-day ranch war takes place in the sixth Longmire novel 

Junkyard Dogs, the sixth installment in the New York Times bestselling Longmire Mystery Series, the basis for LONGMIRE, the hit Netflix original drama series, takes us to Durant, Wyoming. It’s a volatile new economy in Durant when the owners of a multimillion-dollar development of ranchettes want to get rid of the adjacent Stewart junkyard. Meeting the notorious Stewart clan is an adventure unto itself, and when conflict erupts—and someone ends up dead—Sheriff Walt Longmire, his lifelong friend Henry Standing Bear, and deputies Santiago Saizarbitoria and Victoria Moretti find themselves in a small town that feels more and more like a high-plains pressure cooker.

Walt Longmire is up to his badge in the darker aspects of human nature, making his way through the case with a combination of love, laughs, and derelict automobiles.

I am also reading a devotional called Far From Home: Discovering Your Identity as Foreigners on Earth by Mabel Ninan which I will have a review of on Monday.

A description of that book:

Explore the intersection between culture, identity, and faith in this new release from an earthly immigrant who gained a spiritual perspective.

What is my purpose? Why do I exist? A sense of self and belonging are two questions many of us struggle to answer.

And what if you are a foreigner in another land?

How does one adjust to a new culture? Discover their place in a new society?

For Mabel Ninan, born and raised in India and an immigrant in America shortly after marriage, the search for those answers sent her on a journey that led to an unexpected and exciting discovery.

God revealed she was not only an earthly immigrant but also a spiritual one, created with a unique calling to impact His kingdom. Mabel’s renewed perspective imbued her with joy and hope, urging her to share the message with others.

Drawing from her personal experiences and by examining the lives of biblical heroes, Mabel sheds light on what it means to live as a citizen of Heaven on earth. Far from Home will inspire you to:

• Embrace your identity as a foreigner on earth.
• Make your home with God.
• Find community and common purpose with fellow sojourners.

As you look at my choices of books you can see my tastes are eclectic. Books like the Longmire books are not my normal reads (I usually read much cleaner/tamer prose) but I love how Johnson weaves a story and makes you fall in love hard with his characters.

Next up after the Longmire book is a book by an indie author, Kathy Geary Anderson, called A Refuge of Convenience (It features a marriage of convenience trope, which is not my thing, but I like Kathy’s writing) and then either A Crooked House by Agatha Christie or A Cat Who Book I’ve had sitting on my shelf for a bit.

Little Miss and I are reading Anne of Green Gables at night.

The one fun thing about reading a book like Anne of Green Gables to Little Miss is the vocabulary she picks up. She asked me what the word exhibition meant and then kept saying it to get the pronunciation correct. Then she heard the words dreadfully inadequate and asked what inadequate meant. I told her and then joked with her that she could show her brother how smart she is by telling him the next day he is “dreadfully inadequate as a brother” as a joke.  Well, by the next day I even forgot the word we had learned but when I said, “What was that word I was going to have you call you brother?” she piped up “inadequate. And that’s what you are.”

And then she grinned.

Of course, she assured him she was kidding.

She will be 8 years old in October, by the way.

The Boy isn’t really reading H.G. Wells, War of the Worlds, but he likes to pretend he is.

The Husband just finished a Hercules Poirot book and is anxiously awaiting the latest Walt Longmire Mystery, To Hell and Back, which comes out Tuesday.

What’s Been Occurring

Last week was supposed to be my “do-nothing” week, other than planning for homeschooling to start Tuesday, but as often has been happening this summer, the week filled up rather quickly.

On Monday I received a call from Little Miss’s dentist saying she had a cleaning scheduled the next day. I didn’t remember this at all but apparently, we had scheduled it six months before. While there we learned that she has a lot of dental issues, which isn’t a shock since my son did as well. They both have soft enamel.

After that appointment and the prospect of more work to be done on her teeth in the future, I was looking forward to a day to decompress Wednesday. This didn’t happen, but in the end, it was a lot more fun since I went to my parents to hang out with my mom and swim what could be our last swim of the summer at my parents’ pool.

On Friday we drove to New York State (not to be confused with New York City) to have Zooma The Wonder Dog groomed. While she was being pampered Little Miss, The Boy and I went to the playground, or rather Little Miss and I did because The Boy had an upset stomach after eating fast food, which we don’t eat often these days.

Sometimes we have to explain to friends from out of the area that New York State is more than just New York City and that the area we used to live in was maybe two miles from the NY State border so it wasn’t like it was that different over there. The scenery is about the same but the “rules” are often much dumber. Right now the gas prices are lower, which was not the case when we lived there.

Today we are having a cookout with our neighbors and tomorrow we are probably doing nothing, but I had hoped we could get one more swim in before school starts and the weather gets too cold. I’m not sure about that because we are supposed to get storms on Monday.

What We watched/are Watching

Last week I didn’t watch a lot other than some vlogs and sermons.

This week I will be watching a Halloween or Spooky Season movie with Erin from Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs, a Paul Newman movie (hopefully The Sting), and probably a lot of Dick VanDyke to help me survive various life stressors.

What I’m Writing

This week on the blog I shared:

• Looking back at August and ahead to September
• Fiction Friday: Mercy’s Shore Chapter 17
• Classic movie impressions: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (with spoilers)
• Wednesday Hodge Podge: A bit of laboring
• Faithfully Thinking: You have to water the plants every day

I am working on The Shores of Mercy, hope to finish that by the end of September, and then plan to delve into a book called The Devil’s Been Talking, which will be a departure from my earlier books.

What I’m Listening to

This week I listened to a lot of Needtobreathe, a bit of Matthew West, and our local Christian radio station.

Now it’s your turn

Now it’s your turn. What have you been doing, watching, reading, listening to or writing? Let me know in the comments or leave a blog post link if you also write a weekly update like this.

August was a full month, but not as rushed and crazy as July.

It kicked off with my mom’s birthday and a trip to a lake on the state game lands near us with some friends.

We spent a lot of time with my parents either eating dinner or playing in the pool or just enjoying the view. The kids helped dad pick vegetables out of the garden and The Boy helped my dad on various projects throughout the summer.

We also played in the water quite a bit.

We went to the Outhouse Races in town.

The Husband worked a lot, including attending a press conference with the president one day during this last week of the month at a college a couple of hours away.

The most exciting thing about that to my husband (besides some really odd mix-ups uttered by the prez) was the university band, who was performing some nice jazz numbers.

During the last two weeks, I have watched the leaves start to slowly turn orange, red, and yellow and that’s freaked me out a bit since I am not in the least ready for fall and feel I did not plan for school the way I had planned to do. Oh, I had grand plans. We were going to work on math for Little Miss and do a bit of math for The Boy so he isn’t just being tossed into it next week, but alas, we followed the path of other summers and only had fun instead.

Looking ahead to September, school starts for us on Tuesday, and I know the kids are not excited about it, but they are resigned to it and may even be glad to get back into a bit of routine. Scrap that last part. They hate routine and school! Who am I kidding? It’s me that is looking forward to getting back into a routine and maybe a little bit to school again.

There will be plenty of learning going on, including from this mom who likes learning along with the kids. I especially enjoy the history and literature, but have even found math and science fun at times.

I hope to finish writing my current book (The Shores of Mercy) and reading a few others this month as well. I’m sure we will watch plenty more Brokenwood Mysteries, a couple more other mystery shows (most likely all British as we haven’t found any American mystery shows we actually like), a few movie classics (including a couple more Paul Newman movies I couldn’t fit in for my Summer of Paul), and take some walks in the falling leaves. We will also be home more since we have math, reading, history, and science to learn for school and this excites me because there is nothing more delightful than telling someone I am unavailable to do something I didn’t want to do in the first place because we have school.

As for reading, I have a huge list I’d love to tackle.

The Husband picked up a Garrison Keillor fiction book at one of those “little libraries” for me and I also have another stack of books I haven’t been able to dig into yet, plus a huge list on Kindle.

On Kindle, I am currently reading Junkyard Dogs: A Longmire Mystery by Craig Johnson.

This month I hope to read or finish:

High Adventure by Donald Westlake

The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis,

Savage Run by CJ Box,

Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz

And Death Ever After by Eva Gates

I also hope to toss some lighter reads in there. We will see how it goes. I almost never read as many books as I plan on.

I guess I should mention that my birthday is also in September but I’m going to be old this year so, well, I’m trying to forget about it. My parents are also celebrating their 59th wedding anniversary on September 8.

How about you?

What are your plans for September and how did your August go?