I'm not trying to sound cocky or anything with that very long and formidable word in my blog title. When you know stuff, you just know it, you know?
Sometimes it just oozes out of me and I get so impressed with myself I have to share some of it or I'll bust.
It doesn't really matter that I didn't even know what a metanarrative was 12 hours ago. The point is - I do now. And I totally like the sound of myself saying it. I plan on using it A LOT.
Today I attended a Worldview Seminar with my children. It was put on by a local mom and her 19yo son, 16yo daughter, and a 12ishyo daughter. It must be true that a prophet is not honored in his own town, because I almost didn't go to what turned out to be an incredible day of learning.
The reason I was hesitant is because I've done tuckered myself out by selling $700 worth of used curriculum/books during the last week.
Seven Hundred Buckaroos....And don't ask me (like my husband, the party-pooper did) how much those books originally cost. The point I'm trying to make here is that a week ago those books were sitting on my bookshelves - and my wallet was empty. Today my wallet is full(er) and my bookshelves are ....still pretty full.
I sold the books as my contribution to helping the family pay for the uniforms my kids need for the classical school they will begin attending in about 130 hours (No, I'm not anxious...What makes you think that?! I've only been homeschooling for 23 years. It's not like it's going to be weird or anything for me to drop them off in some strange, sterile building to be taught by God-knows-who for the best part of their day. I'm fine with it, OK?!!!)
I like the idea of uniforms. I don't really care for the idea of having to sell body parts to pay for them. (And yes, my books are like appendages to me. I'm very "attached" to them....Sorry, I couldn't help myself :) My metanarrative is always humorous (to me.)
Anyway, I'm pooped. Between the Olympics and the book sales, I have had Very Little Sleep. But I'm a good mom and I didn't want my kids to be ignorant about what a bad dude Nietzsche is, so we got up at the crack of dawn (just 4 measly hours after I'd gone to bed) and went to the Worldview Seminar - where I just happened to learn the oh-so-cool word, metanarrative, in addition to so, so, so much more. I'm almost excited at the prospect of meeting a transcendentalist, or someone who's into hedonism, or existentialism, or postmodernism. Once I learn to pronounce them correctly I will be a force to be reckoned with.
I also bought some great books. Which I paid for with the money from my book sale. And no, honey, I see nothing wrong with this picture.
Here's one of my favorite quotes from today's workshops:
"The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it." -Flannery O'Connor
In the next (few) day(s), I am going to tell you about a fun place I went this weekend in Savannah. Wow! I love that city - and not just because my daughter, son-in-law, and in utero grandchild live there. I bought something to prove I was really at this special place, because I want you to be very, very envious of me.
If my hair looks good enough I might even post a picture of me holding the thing I bought in the special place.
End of my metanarrative. Good night, friends.