Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Afternoon, and then some
To the middle school, which was once more overrun with people. I parked in the back, though, so we walked right in. Found Middle Girl's homeroom, met her teacher, and she was a horrid old hag who smelled like Irish Spring and rye, with a butt sagging to the linoleum and a voice like a box of broken glass.
Not really, but I just figured everyone was getting tired of hearing about sweet-tempered and attractive young ladies. Which is what she was. Found out there are 20 boys and 9 girls in the class. I see trouble brewing. Got Bec's locker number--293. Right outside her math class, top locker. SWEET! She managed the lock with no problems, and then we went inside the adjacent door to see her math teacher. What a surprise! Not that Mrs. Math was young and attractive, even though she is, but that she was Rebecca's cheerleading coordinator back in 2001. We're always running into her around town, but for some reason I never realized she taught school. Anyway, she really likes Rebecca, and Rebecca really likes her, so math should go pretty well.
On to the library to get the bus information, then out the door and on to pick up some lunch for everyone, then back and do some more laundry. I am sleepy. I would like to take a nap. Catherine is tormenting Jonathan by going in his room and acting like she has gotten something.
Tonight? Well, Ashley is going to get to go to a Barons game with the rest of the kids who taught at Vacation Bible School--nice little perk for them. The rest of us will stay here because we can't get Reba home in time to make the departure time. Probably just as well. Tomorrow? Chores, chores, chores, and possibly a trip down to Dog Daze. For those who don't know, Dog Daze is not the result of too much Puppy Uppers and Doggy Downers, but an annual summer festival here in Paradise By The Pinchgut, with booths and crafts and music and, one would assume, funnel cakes. Always a fun community sort of event, although in the past it meant braving heat like the atmosphere of the sun. But, with our little cool front having passed through last night, it might be quite tolerable. I'll let you know.
Until Monday, then, all of you have yourselves a wonderful weekend, and we'll see you when we see you.
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