If you want to read more about what is actually happening at the National competition: https://www.kidwindchallenge.org/p/17-
Mason will be back on Friday, and, until then, Shawn and I have the place to ourselves. I suspect we'll get up to all sorts of mischief, including maybe going hog wild and cleaning the house. Books will be read with abandon! We might even have DORITOS AND CHEESE FOR DINNER.
Yesterday, it was sunny, so I spent much of the day outside. I'm really proud of how my faux Japanese garden is looking this year, and I'm working very slowly on getting other parts of the yard in decent shape. (I should really take some pictures before the ENORMOUS bleeding heart stops blooming). I don't think we'll ever be a showcase garden, but it would be nice if I could look out and feel happy instead of thinking, "OMG what a mess." I definitely think we're well on our way to that. Especially since several bulbs showed up for stuff I don't remember ordering. I planted them in a couple of different places--a few near the little free library (which is my one remaining "problem" area) and a bunch in the front of the Japanese garden. I think they're going to be irises...? We'll have to see what blooms next year, if the squirrels don't eat them all and/or replant them for me.
I got a couple of letters from my international pen friends yesterday. I love all my pen friends, but I have a couple that I adore. My friend in Canada is AWESOME. Of course, I didn't get her from IPF. She's actually someone I know from Bleach fandom who volunteered last time I put out a request for pen pals. Her letters always make me happy.
The other letter came from an IPF friend from the Netherlands. I like this particular woman because in her very first letter back to me she talked about her daughter and her daughter's partner (female.) This meant that I felt free to be my honest/authentic self, which is something that I've been sloooooowly revealing to my other IPFers. I mean I had that one German lady quit me because I told her I wasn't Christian. Can you imagine if I'd said that I was a big ol' lesbian? Probably we could have heard her head exploding from across the ocean, eh? But, my Netherlander is great. She got me following the recent election there--another country that held tight against the rise of fascism. She always closes her letters with "Ah! That Trump of yours!" in various iterations.
A sign of our times.