Two big things of a personal nature, and two big more public things came together. I had pneumonia for most of August. Keith was bedridden and in pain in varying degrees for most of this month so far. I wrote the foreword for a book by and for unschooling dads, edited by Skyler Collins. I was a presenter at an online conference involving powerpoint or slides, and those two things are done. Both might've been easier without the pneumonia and back injury, and doing those kinds of big-deal projects without witnesses seems odd to me. Keith knew I was doing them, and helped me with power point, but working all alone without others, without co-workers to have lunch with, without anyone ever seeing all that I do, is odd and sometimes lonely.
I just finished formatting and adding to a page that I started and forgot about. It was from 2006, and looked like two lumps of words with one bad link. It's better now:
What Proof is there that Unschooling Works?
Wednesday night, we went to see The Book of Mormon at Popejoy. Keith couldn't sit up long enough to see a show, so Bed Cady took his ticket. It was me, Kirby, Destiny, Devyn; Marty, Ashlee and Ben; Holly and Tyler/Bob.
Kirby and Destiny have found a house to buy, only about 1/3 of a mile from ours. They will be transitioning there over the next few months, and plan to be in Dallas with Destiny's sister for Christmas.
Brett Henry married Susan Cady Friday night, in Algodones. Marty was the groomsman (one best man and one groomsman). Kirby and Destiny went, too.
Holly is moving gradually from Chama to Española, to live with Joshua, Kayla, their new baby (still to come) and Irene, at the end of San Pedro. She should be all moved by mid-October, when the trains stop running for the winter.