The Daily Minute

Every day, we make a 60-second video in which we report or opine or regress. We seldom offer useful information. Matthew often wears hats.

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The Daily Minute: 9.16.23 In which Jasper reports

The Daily Minute: 9.16.23
In which Jasper reports on first aid and Matthew flaunts his ample knowledge of youth vernacular.

The Daily Minute: 9.25.23 In which Matthew approve

The Daily Minute: 9.25.23
In which Matthew approves of Robbi’s choices but not her timing.

The Daily Minute: 9.24.23 I’m which Matthew trie

The Daily Minute: 9.24.23
I’m which Matthew tries and fails to make new friends.

The Daily Minute: 9.23.23 In which we are in the m

The Daily Minute: 9.23.23
In which we are in the middle of the street in the middle of a musical.

Good morning from Chestertown, Maryland, where it’s raining really hard and all the soccer games are canceled. It’s sad for the kids but it gives me a chance to post an update. It’s been a good stretch of days as we continue to seek the new normal.

Sometime last year, Alden decided she’d try running cross country when we got back to Chestertown. She ran when she could, but as we made our way home through Alaska and Canada, most of the campgrounds had unambiguous signs warning of bears.

She dived right in when we got home and has proven herself to be quite a runner. Her coaches are great, and her teammates are supportive. It’s been a joy to watch her discover another thing she loves.

Thursday was back-to-school night at Garnet Elementary. We got the chance to meet Jasper’s wonderful teacher Ms. Smith and reconnect with his art teacher Amy Boumiea, PE teacher Mr. Williams, and music teacher Jodi Bortz (Robbi’s former classmate and lifetime BFF). The energy in the school was incredibly positive. We feel so grateful Jasper gets to spend his days in such a warm and loving family.

My dad is in town for a week, and we’re filling every minute with errands and hugs. Dumbles loves my dad and follows him around, begging for affirmation. It’s weird and adorable.

I’ve been working on a new book series and having so much fun, getting up early to write before the household awakes. I’ve always wanted to be a person who writes with a schedule, such that the creative spirits learn to anticipate exactly what they’ll be called upon and are therefore more likely to show up. So far, the creative spirits have been willing to get up at 4:30am.

The boys’ new bunkbeds are built but yet unpainted. Our friend Ron Saunders did a fabulous job.

We’ve continued to work on reinventing the barn. The process is slow but incredibly gratifying. (The living room floor is visible again!) We’ve donated 12 boxes of books, nine bags of clothes, and made three trips to the dump. Apparently, we’ve been living with sixteen contractor bags full of junk.

TLDR: We’re back to work on books. The kids have settled back with seeming ease. Normal is not just elusive but perhaps overrated.

The Daily Minute: 9.22.23 In which Robbi is gearin

The Daily Minute: 9.22.23
In which Robbi is gearing up for a long night.

The Daily Minute: 9.21.23 In which something preci

The Daily Minute: 9.21.23
In which something precious has been lost, but only one of us is upset about it.

The Daily Minute: 9.20.21 In which living in a sta

The Daily Minute: 9.20.21
In which living in a starship and having fresh salad are not incompatible concepts.

The Daily Minute: 9.19.23 In which the best part o

The Daily Minute: 9.19.23
In which the best part of first grade is the cheeseburgers.

The Daily Minute: 9.18.23 In which inventory surge

The Daily Minute: 9.18.23
In which inventory surges and quality suffers.

The Daily Minute: 9.17.23 In which we are astonis

The Daily Minute: 9.17.23
In which we are astonished to learn that we once owned a turbo cooker.

#busloadofbooks

The Daily Minute: 9.16.23 In which Matthew fails t

The Daily Minute: 9.16.23
In which Matthew fails to realize that he is being upstaged.