Ever since I thought of the title for this post, I’ve had that song “Beauty School Dropout” from Grease stuck in my head. Get it out, get it out!

Anyways… yes, I did it, I dropped out of the playgroup I was in. I realized that belonging to something that I dreaded going to is probably not exactly the greatest idea. I also didn’t feel like I was getting much out of it (other than fodder for my blog I suppose, and there’s a lot more I’ve thought about posting, but have resisted for charity’s sake), and I don’t think Emma was getting much out of it either. She’s far more into imaginary play than the other children (I’m sure part of it is that she’s 6 months older) and none of them are really interested in playing like that.

So, I’m going to give some more thought to trying to get my AP-ish playgroup really going, and I’m also going to look a bit more into the local homeschooling playgroup(s). There’s got to be something out there! Of course, by the time I find it we’ll probably be ready to move. :-)
Speaking of which, this afternoon rainshower has really made me think that I want to move somewhere where it rains during the summer! Ah, I love the smell of everything as it rains… the scent of the plants and the earth are so much more intense. I went out and planted a bunch of flowers I had started from seed while it was dripping, and it was just lovely. The air still smells all clean and fresh and recharged. I love it!