You Who Tend the Holy House of the Lord Apollo

Opa!

I spent Thursday listening to Nana Mouskouri and making Greek, Greek and more Greek, including:

* Chicken Souvlaki (YUM, YUM, YUM.)
* Unusually Good Rice (ie/ used chicken stock and loads of butter)
* Spanakopita
* Tzatziki
* Mila Psita (ie/ Baked Apples)

The fantastic thing about homeschooling is that a girl can throw down the books at any time, trot into the kitchen with children in tow, and just start cooking. We completely abandoned grammar and French, and focused instead on fractions (ie/ cooking measurements), history (Greek myths) and Social Studies (played "Geography" with Greek cities). I feel no guilt or worry about doing these things. If nothing else, my girls will be able to bake up a mean Baklava, deftly shape Dolmathakia Me Rizi and entertain guests with racy stories from Greek mythology. Who needs grammar, with those kinds of social skills?

Outside the kitchen, we have been busy indeed. Shockingly, we have all but finished school for this year. The only work we have to complete is Science 5, the Human Body. As you can see from the photo, I finally got sick and tired of hearing the giggles and snorts while talking about Mr Boddy, our Science 5 mascot. "Enough!" I bellowed, with red face and bulging neck veins. "That's it! I've had it with you rude young Philistines!" Mr Boddy is now sporting some snazzy Bermuda shorts, and my children are no longer very interested in studying the Circulatory System. Needless to say, the Digestive System chart will not be making an appearance this year.

It's spring, hallelujah! I've been bitten by the de-cluttering bug again. I don't know where all this garbage comes from. Here are some of the items piled by my computer:
1. a looming pile of recycling
2. a Roman Soldier costume (from the Christmas Pageant)
3. three paint cans, two brushes and a nasty looking roller
4. potting soil
5. a box of [insulin] syringes
6. a human brain made of modelling clay

Why? Why? Isn't there a place for everything? Why isn't everything in its place?

All right, enough wasting time on the computer. I owe the butcher for the meat, and God for my soul.... I'm off to get some work done. Tra la la! Goodbye!