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The date of this post and the state of these flowers should say a little something about life lately around here.

More soon.

Keep sweeping, Martha

Watched Neighbors. Read We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, Orange Is the New Black by Piper Kerman, and Still Life With Breadcrumbs by Anna Quindlan.

life lately

We finally got our dining room painted, and we rehung these shelves so we could showcase this glassware.

While we aren't in preschool yet, we've been enjoying more group activities... soccer, for one. Go Turkeys!

And nature class with the Community School...

Boys in the woods

Friends

And weekly storytime with our favorite librarians at the Takoma DC Library, followed by lunches at Soupergirl. (Of course, that's Boy Beeton's favorite place to eat.)

Lantern, spider, snow globe, and falling down man

And some Halloween decorating...

And so very many good books!

Keep sweeping, Martha

Watched This Is Where I Leave You and The One I Love.

yup. it's been that kind of month.

All you can do is keep sweeping, Martha

chalk

So excited to come home and find this...

There is no such thing as too much chalkboard paint.

Keep sweeping, Martha

Finished reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed.

psa

The title of this post should really be "Awkward."

You see, lately, I've been having some trouble with people mispronouncing my name. When I dialed my voicemail late last week and heard the electronic notice "Messages for Caro-LINE Smith," it was the last straw. I've got to correct this problem, I thought. And fast.

To be honest, I haven't always had an issue with people mispronouncing my name. But, as Mr. Beeton noted when I complained to him of the problem, today, people more directly associate me with my written name; email, Facebook, and Instagram all mark me with a LINE instead of a LYNNE as my parents did. This "misspelling" didn't used to be a problem because when people first interacted with me I introduced myself as Caro-LYNNE, and since they were hearing me and others pronounce it more frequently than they had to read it, it never became a significant problem.

Whenever someone mispronounces my name, I cringe, but I usually let it go. More often than not, when I correct someone, they retaliate with, "Are you sure? But it's spelled Caro-LINE." I mean. What do you say to that? I usually flippantly respond, "Yup. My parents didn't know how to spell." Believe me, no matter how you spell it, it's Caro-LYNNE. At least, that's what it has been since I was born.

I had a whole snarky post written about how there are lots of "Caro-LINES" who are actually "Caro-LYNNES" - Caroline Kennedy and Caroline Ingalls. But, then I found these...





Okay. So maybe not all Caro-LINES are Caro-LYNNES. But this one is.

Keep sweeping, Martha

* My worst Caro-LINE moment came at my wedding when the minister presiding over the ceremony said Caro-LINE (an honest mistake on his part, again the spelling versus hearing thing). Mr. Beeton panicked, though, worried that we weren't officially married since my correct name hadn't been said.

with his merry men

Watched Girl Most Likely.

Keep sweeping, Martha

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