Miles, Graham, Aiden, and Maddy came over to walk on the lake. They came out yesterday too. It’s an attraction for camp kids to see the lake in different forms. Most people only ever see it in the summer. A few weeks ago a group from Miles and Graham’s church was here for an orienteering event. I couldn’t believe all of the similar aged couples and families, most of them homeschoolers. One of the moms came up to me and referenced “the pond”.

I didn’t say anything. I guess to some that’s what it is. The lake is so frozen these days that it doesn’t make any noise when you walk on it. When this group was here one of the parents made two huge pots of chicken noodle soup over an open fire in the dining hall. They had almost an entire pot of leftover. They asked if we would eat any of it, and if I had any leftover containers to put it in. I hardly ever turn down free food, but after digging through my lids and random Tupperware cupboard, I told them just to split it amongst themselves. I felt guilty taking their food for some reason.

They were all very nice. One of the things I like about homeschoolers are their creative ways to teach and learn. School teachers do this too, so I know it isn’t just limited to homeschooling communities. For me there was always a fine line between fun and creative experiences, and tiring yourself out with activities and the pressure to perform. Tiring ways are too much. We’re supposed to have icy weather again tomorrow so our professor already cancelled class.