Oliver is spending the night in San Diego with a small group of people from a wonderful little school that includes homeschoolers in its Friday program. They left in a car caravan yesterday and will be exploring the border today, learning about immigration policies, peace and justice. He was a bit nervous (and so was I) to leave with relative strangers, and I'm so proud of him for doing so. Our adventures in de-schooling continue, and each day that passes makes the difficult decision to pull him from school a more concrete and "right" one. I've ordered some books to supplement our far-reaching curriculum and will be, of course, farming out the math as just the sight of it gives me the willies. He will also continue to see an educational therapist who is a reading specialist each week. To those who think I've enough on my plate and couldn't possibly or shouldn't possibly handle another side, let me assure you that this isn't even gravy on the buttery mashed potatoes (meaning, delicious but bad for me). It's roasted root vegetables with the best olive oil and sea salt.
