It was election day yesterday, so no school for the crotch goblin. We went to vote and watched Best in Show.
The kicker was dance class last night. I really hadn't felt like going because I was tired. I'm glad I did because one of the best female dancers in the world-renowned professional company the school was formed around decided to take our class! Company members usually take company class or at the very least professional level ad hoc classes so it was very surprising. I haven't been in class with a kick ass professional dancer in years. It was both wonderful and a bit terrifying.
Schools close on Election Day? Must be nice to be a child!
Yep. Schools here close for the most ridiculous things. You'll see one flake of snow and they close.
…unreal! They never closed here! I remember walking to school in -40 Celsius weather… But hey, you’re only a kid once, so why not have a few extra days off!
Schools close on Election Day? Must be nice to be a child!
Yep. Schools here close for the most ridiculous things. You'll see one flake of snow and they close.
Back when I moved here and was a teacher I didn’t know that about our public schools. My first day at a new middle school, it snowed between 18-24 inches overnight. I trudged to the subway and to the school. Duh. Nobody was there.
Post by sandgrounder on Nov 10, 2022 10:51:32 GMT 1
I can't ever remember schools being closed due to the weather when I was a kid here in England, and back then we had really cold winters. Even if the pitch was frozen the PE teacher still made us play football, often shirts v skins (shirtless).
Woke up this morning to find my husband had given me his stomach bug for my birthday. I cancelled all my work appointments and rescheduled people, then went back to bed. Watched two episodes of Derry Girls. I never get sick (maybe once a year), so this was unfortunate. But I didn't have it as bad as him. No barfing or pooping, just feeling nauseous and not being able to eat.
I slept a lot, which is one of my favorite pastimes, so there's that. And I felt very loved hearing from friends and family and Cure family here. All in all, I don't really feel cheated.
After work I headed out to finish Christmas shopping for Mr. K. Stopped into the Barrow's Intense Tasting Room because crotch goblin wanted to give his dad a bottle of that for Christmas. The temperature had dropped drastically, and I don' have gloves without holes at the moment, so I had just discovered upon entering that my wedding ring had fallen off AGAIN (I lost it twice in the past few months for this same reason, despite it having been recently re-sized). I felt sick to my stomach knowing it was gone again and I was sure I would never find it.
There were two guys in the bar + the bartender when I came in and immediately one guy started smarmily trying to hit on me (seriously, that never happens; men are afraid of me, which is probably warranted). I was about as chilly as I could be and his friend gave him a look of, "What the hell are you doing?" I proceeded to tell the bartender I'd just lost my wedding ring and was going to dump out the contents of my backpack to try to find it. Smarmy guy kept saying helpful things like, "When was the last time you saw it?" and, "You'll find it."
As I was dumping stuff out of my backpack I looked down and my ring appeared on the table! "See! I told you you'd find it!" Thanks. My hero....
Seriously, who is drunk enough at 3:00 pm that they will try to hit on a woman who looks like she wants to punch your lights out?
Came home in the freezing cold, napped with a warm cat, and watched a great movie with my family. Life is good and relatively boring. Just fine.
Stayed up too late for Daylight Savings Time and had to get up early-ish because there was a sleepover here last night. Then we went to see a young friend's band share their music in the park.
After that we milled about in the woods for a bit where there is a "course" of many long tree trunks on the ground that you can walk on like a highways. We play the game "the forest floor is lava." Someone also made some lovely art on a dead tree trunk.
Today, via text, I asked my brother-in-law to please use my name instead of calling me "young lady" when we see each other, as he did again yesterday. I explained that I was certain he would never want to offend anyone but that 1) I am turning 50 this year and am proud of all my life experiences, 2) I'm his elder, and 3) that sort of language is used to subjugate women and try to make them feel small, although many of us are raised to believe that's what women want to hear.
I was a bit crestfallen at his very tepid reply. He said he was sorry without any further explanation (I think that's great!) but he went on to say that he would "try" to not do it anymore. On one hand, I really respect not making promises you can't keep. On the other hand, I wish knowing he was hurting me was enough to make him seriously resolve not to do it again. What if a friend of a different race or cultural background told him something similar? We've had some good times together over the years, but...
We also had another call with the educational consultants we're working with to try to find spawn an appropriate school. We're hearing loud and clear that the $86,000 / year private school we just applied to is the best fit, but that if that doesn't come through, there are no great alternatives because spawn has "complex needs" (just learned their recent IQ test result puts them in the 99.9th percentile of intelligence). I feel so worried as a parent. I wish I knew what will happen...
Got to see a very dear friend who moved to Portland two years ago. We walked around the cemetery for a couple of hours and it was glorious. We asked a stranger in the subway to take our picture together before we parted ways because we never get pictures together with any friends and had forgotten yet again. I also played some Minecraft Dungeons with spawn, who gets po'd when I say I'm beginning to enjoy it & want to play on my own to level up.
Found out from my big sis yesterday my dad is exhibiting signs of dementia. At 84 and totally isolated for the past five years, that’s not surprising. His mother passed away from Alzheimer’s a week shy of age 95.
When I hear about this, I feel the empathy I would feel for any older person going through this, but not having seen or spoken to him in over a decade, I feel oddly removed. I also feel sorry for my sister carrying this weight.