An Occasional Storm
By Lynn, on October 2nd, 2008
I had already decided that the book we would row after Very Last First Time would be Storm in the Night . What I had not planned on was that we would have a thunder storm here the very night I had pulled it off the shelf. Though I had planned to read it for the first time the next morning, I could not resist going up to Michaela’s room, snuggling up on her bed and reading Storm in the Night while we listened to driving rain on the tin roof and watched the windows light up with lightning.
I guess all I’m trying to say is that I’m thankful for a storm on the first night we read the book, and if you ever have a thunderstorm at night, it might be a good night to throw the lesson plans into the wind and “row” Storm in the Night. It surely made the story come alive to have a real thunderstorm going on outside.
Lynn
PS – Oh yes. It was another one of those occasions I mentioned. They sure do show up when you are counting everything as something to learn from.
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About Lynn 
Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.
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1810-1884
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Sow an action, reap a habit.
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How great that worked out! And, the photo is wonderful! Her eyes are gorgeous!
Enjoy the story!
Ya’ll are so beautiful Mrs. Lynn!!
What is the title of that song you were listening to the other day? i liked it a lot
Thank you, Sandra! Her eyes are green if she’s wearing green and blue if she’s wearing blue.
Vikki, you are the beautiful one! That song was Walking in the Air by Chloe Agnew. See you soon!
Lynn