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  Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.  Oliver Sacks "Boys, tell you father what you did today," I offered casually over the dinner table, hoping to hear descriptions of nature that resonated with my recollection: sunlight shivering the yellow of the elm and sugar maple, the wind shaking out the leaves to compete with the waterfall's melody.  "We climbed a broken wall and jumped over a brick wall that had fallen into the water." And that is how they will remember today's field trip.  What I'll remember though are their expressions, their laughter, the way Ben said, "I love homeschooling.  This is so much fun."  and Knox, "We've had three side trips and we've barely started the trail.  This is great!"  I'll remember the picture Ben took (below right) of the trees and his "ladder vine" and how Knox described the trees...

PHYSICAL BACKGROUND   After being in bed with the flu almost a week and going on day 11 with no voice, I finally went to my primary care doctor yesterday.  And I have bronchitis.  He gave me a mega-dose steroid shot, along with antibiotic and oral steroids, and promised I'd be talking by today.  He asked if I had ever had any negative reaction to Prednisone and I replied, "No, well, actually I can't sleep much and feel a little crazy when I'm on it, but that's normal when taking those, right?"  It's the day my voice is to return, but no voice yet at only 6:24 AM which seems early except I have been awake since four! SPIRITUAL MINDSET  I'd just finished a fantastic morning Bible study from a book on the Psalms written by Kathleen Nielson (getting to hear her speak a couple of weeks ago one thousand gifts #53 ). My assignment for this morning is to read Psalm 37 and write down five observations.  Read it through several times, aloud at least one tim...