I have not left the house in the last five days other than to go grocery shopping and take Sage to daycamp. I have been camping in, snuggling up with books and rice cakes. I have not cleaned or continued to unpack. Oh well. Sage’s birthday party is Saturday, so I figure I’ll be doing all of that on….Friday. Or Saturday morning.

This is Sage’s first handstand without support, but with the wall behind him for security. There is one gymnastics class in this entire cheerleader-oriented town–I hope it will work out for him, because he wants to take it. He’s also in baseball, a sport I find so incredibly boring that I thank my lucky stars that Stubeh takes him to the practices.

I haven’t completely lost touch with the world. In a few minutes, I am going to have lunch with a friend. Then I’m going to the library. Then I’m going to come home and read and eat more rice cakes.

Enough with the negative depressing posts already! Finally I have something cool and positive to tell yall about. Husband (yes, things have much improved) turned me on to geocaching. It is wicked cool. You take a portable GPS system–it can even be a GPS-enabled cell phone–and use it to find coordinates that are posted on the geocaching.com website. When you find the coordinates, you look for a little box that has a log in it. You write down the date you found it, etc., and put it back. Some of them have little goodies in them that you exchange, and you can even hide your own. The website will tell you how many are in radius that you designate from your home, and give you the coordinates, clues and other information, such as when the cache was last found.

This is Younger Son in a historic cemetary where two of the caches were supposed to be. We looked and looked. We found nothing, but we had a blast trying. The magnolia is simply huge, and so beautiful. Older Son, aka House Arrest Boy, had lots of fun using the GPS to get us there, since the rest of us were a bit slower on the learning curve. I find it ironic that since House Arrest Boy must be supervised at all times, he is forced to go with me to the store, church, and yes, even fun healthy outdoor activities instead of staying in his room all of the time. So house arrest has sort of turned out to be Get Son Outside Of The House arrest. I am amused.

A sad time 100 years ago. Some of the graves here are much older. I plan to go again and take materials to do rubbings.

We went along a trail to find another cache. This is another one we didn’t find. When we returned home, we discovered that the three we had went looking for hadn’t been found for months, which means that they most likely weren’t there anymore. At least that’s what we’d like to believe, since we had four people looking. Next time, we’ll do better research before setting out.

The foliage and the overall environs was really beautiful. I’m glad to have done this. It was good for my soul. Actually, I think it was good for everybody. I can’t wait to do it again next weekend!