It’s a hot sticky summer’s day. I sit beneath the whirling fan, thoughts swirling around my head.
A whole new year stretches ahead of me. What shall I do with it? Shall I blog? Podcast? Do something completely different?
My husband Andy sits at his computer. He’s working on his plans for the next school year. He has a new teaching position, a new challenge. He’s excited.
All my daughters are busy. They have dozens of ideas they’re working on. They’re excited too.
It’s just me and the cat who sit idly beneath the whirling fan. The cat isn’t thinking. She never does. She’s happy just being. But me? I need something meaningful to do.
And then I have an idea: “I could create a new blog,” I say.
“What sort of blog?”
“Something Catholic? I haven’t written about life from that angle for a long time.”
I sit beneath the fan with new thoughts circling within my head: What will I call my new blog?
I think of dozens of names and reject them all. They’re too ordinary or too obscure. I want something different but appropriate.
And then I have it: “I’m going to call my blog The Catholic Radical Unschool Cheese.”
Everyone raises their eyebrows. They wait for me to explain.
“That name contains all the important words,” I say.
Imogen smiles. She understands. “Oh yes! Cheese! That’s a very important word.”
“I like cheese,” says Gemma-Rose.
We all like cheese. Cheese is important.
“Do you remember the cheese Athanasius used to bring to the homeschool camp each year?”
Our mouths water as we think about that hard pale-yellow cheese dotted with peppercorns. We inhale deeply recalling its exquisite delicate smell. Chunks of cheese and glasses of red wine. Perfect.
“We haven’t had that kind of cheese for a long time,” says Andy.
“I know where we can buy it,” I say. “They sell it at the markets in town.”
“Can we go get some?”
“Another day. Right now, I want to create my blog: The Catholic Radical Unschool Cheese. Do you think I should add the words and other stories of our life?”
“That title implies you’ve written a story about a Catholic cheese,” Charlotte points out. “Have you?”
“Well, no,” I admit. “But there might be such a story in my head. I just have to find it.”
I also have to find other stories to post. What will they be about? I look at my blog’s title for inspiration. A radical cheese? An unschooling cheese? Perhaps not.
But I could write about our Catholic radical unschooling life. Would anyone read such stories? I suppose people might if they like cheese.
So I’m wondering…
Do you like cheese?