Weekending
First, if my 15YO doesn't stop singing "Old Town Road" pretty soon, I'm going to lose it...though I kind of enjoyed it at the beginning of summer while we were on the GWO (Great Western Odyssey) as talk of chaps and horses seemed fitting to the situation.
Aside: he has a great voice, I wish he would have tried chorus this year. Their school has the most amazing choirs. I'll never forget our first Christmas (and see, I can say that because it is a Christian school) concert last December...when the high school choir launched into their first piece. My jaw was on the floor, let's just put it that way. They have an incredible, incredible director. Just one more reason we love our school.
15YO met with the principal this week, gave him a decent handshake and then proceeded to answer all questions with monosyllables and grunts. He has decided to quit all music. He's not interested in any extracurriculars. OK, possibly yearbook staff...I think to admit interest in something at school would be tantamount to social suicide so I'll try not to get too hung up on it. His GPA hovers just under acceptable, but no matter how many conversations The Captain and I have about his future and how having poor grades is going to close doors to him, 15YO doesn't seem to hear. I try to console myself that I know plenty of successful people that didn't go to college AND I constantly harp on the trades as a very acceptable alternative. Or the military. He's going to be OK...
Anyway...this weekend has been quiet. I would say that the worst of the heat has maybe passed, but that's as foolish as being a Minnesotan who thinks the cold is over. Nope, I'm sure that Virginia has one more sweltering heat wave we will endure until we settle into our "cold" 30+ degree-every-day winter. However, it was in the low 80s yesterday and this morning was clear and cool, so beautiful that I sat out on our hideous and defunct deck that is NEVER going to get rebuilt at the rate we're moving, argh. Had my coffee and finished a lovely book, even ate some eggs and a peach from the CSA box...lovely.
Yesterday, The Captain and I went to Home Depot, because hell, I don't spend enough time there during the week. Why can't I take care of my Home Depot-ing needs at the same time as I'm running around frantically trying to find the right nails for The Contractor? Oh, I learned something about nails this week, there is some type that is INFERIOR to other nails. Anyway, we purchased a circular saw--I know--this is some fascinating stuff right here, but we have stuff to cut and even though I keep meaning to drag stuff to a random jobsite and beg the guys to do it for me, I never get around to it and they're always busy. Also, bought another plant because I'm wild for plants now...
(Watched "Stripes" last night: "You can't leave! All the plants will die!!")
And a sweater that's pretty much avocado green, because that's what is hip for fall. Oh, not at Home Depot, at Nordstrom Rack. Then we randomly stopped off at the humane society to look at kittens. I didn't go in because though I profess a deep dislike of all cats and dogs not belonging to me (with the possible exceptions of Jackson and Luna), I cannot go into these places without that damn Sarah MacLachlan song coming into my head and all those mournful eyes looking at me, begging me to take them home. ALL of them. The Captain assured me that it's a no-kill shelter, but I couldn't do it.
In case you're wondering, we did NOT find a kitten equitable to the stunningly handsome Rhett. I simply won't make do with a makeshift kitten. She must be a kitten and she must be exceptional. We really hit the jackpot with Rhett and I don't intend to pair him with some distempery-looking, skinny, pallid animal. And so we will wait until we find the right animal. Rhett did come from a barn, but I don't know...it was a fancy horse barn in Clifton, so there may be some fancy tomcats running around because he's pretty damn beautiful for a barn cat, and so calm, and doesn't make us sneeze and doesn't scratch things or pee in weird places. I don't want to upset the balance.
I'm off now to scrounge up some Sunday lunch as it is (mostly) our tradition to fend for ourselves at lunch on Sundays. Every once and awhile I muster up energy to try to make something nice for Sunday lunch, but it's pretty rare...as noted in my byline, I am a terrible cook/baker and make no bones about it. I justify the foraging by thinking that my children will be able to feed themselves someday when they're out on their own.
After lunch, naps, cutting stuff (yay!!), sanding stuff, supper, gearing up for another week chasing the dream!
UPDATE: The Captain, being the most amazing husband, is bringing me Chipotle for lunch...this nap is going to be epic!
Aside: he has a great voice, I wish he would have tried chorus this year. Their school has the most amazing choirs. I'll never forget our first Christmas (and see, I can say that because it is a Christian school) concert last December...when the high school choir launched into their first piece. My jaw was on the floor, let's just put it that way. They have an incredible, incredible director. Just one more reason we love our school.
15YO met with the principal this week, gave him a decent handshake and then proceeded to answer all questions with monosyllables and grunts. He has decided to quit all music. He's not interested in any extracurriculars. OK, possibly yearbook staff...I think to admit interest in something at school would be tantamount to social suicide so I'll try not to get too hung up on it. His GPA hovers just under acceptable, but no matter how many conversations The Captain and I have about his future and how having poor grades is going to close doors to him, 15YO doesn't seem to hear. I try to console myself that I know plenty of successful people that didn't go to college AND I constantly harp on the trades as a very acceptable alternative. Or the military. He's going to be OK...
Anyway...this weekend has been quiet. I would say that the worst of the heat has maybe passed, but that's as foolish as being a Minnesotan who thinks the cold is over. Nope, I'm sure that Virginia has one more sweltering heat wave we will endure until we settle into our "cold" 30+ degree-every-day winter. However, it was in the low 80s yesterday and this morning was clear and cool, so beautiful that I sat out on our hideous and defunct deck that is NEVER going to get rebuilt at the rate we're moving, argh. Had my coffee and finished a lovely book, even ate some eggs and a peach from the CSA box...lovely.
Yesterday, The Captain and I went to Home Depot, because hell, I don't spend enough time there during the week. Why can't I take care of my Home Depot-ing needs at the same time as I'm running around frantically trying to find the right nails for The Contractor? Oh, I learned something about nails this week, there is some type that is INFERIOR to other nails. Anyway, we purchased a circular saw--I know--this is some fascinating stuff right here, but we have stuff to cut and even though I keep meaning to drag stuff to a random jobsite and beg the guys to do it for me, I never get around to it and they're always busy. Also, bought another plant because I'm wild for plants now...
(Watched "Stripes" last night: "You can't leave! All the plants will die!!")
And a sweater that's pretty much avocado green, because that's what is hip for fall. Oh, not at Home Depot, at Nordstrom Rack. Then we randomly stopped off at the humane society to look at kittens. I didn't go in because though I profess a deep dislike of all cats and dogs not belonging to me (with the possible exceptions of Jackson and Luna), I cannot go into these places without that damn Sarah MacLachlan song coming into my head and all those mournful eyes looking at me, begging me to take them home. ALL of them. The Captain assured me that it's a no-kill shelter, but I couldn't do it.
In case you're wondering, we did NOT find a kitten equitable to the stunningly handsome Rhett. I simply won't make do with a makeshift kitten. She must be a kitten and she must be exceptional. We really hit the jackpot with Rhett and I don't intend to pair him with some distempery-looking, skinny, pallid animal. And so we will wait until we find the right animal. Rhett did come from a barn, but I don't know...it was a fancy horse barn in Clifton, so there may be some fancy tomcats running around because he's pretty damn beautiful for a barn cat, and so calm, and doesn't make us sneeze and doesn't scratch things or pee in weird places. I don't want to upset the balance.
I'm off now to scrounge up some Sunday lunch as it is (mostly) our tradition to fend for ourselves at lunch on Sundays. Every once and awhile I muster up energy to try to make something nice for Sunday lunch, but it's pretty rare...as noted in my byline, I am a terrible cook/baker and make no bones about it. I justify the foraging by thinking that my children will be able to feed themselves someday when they're out on their own.
After lunch, naps, cutting stuff (yay!!), sanding stuff, supper, gearing up for another week chasing the dream!
UPDATE: The Captain, being the most amazing husband, is bringing me Chipotle for lunch...this nap is going to be epic!
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Hope you are having a wonderful weekend celebrating. Read your recent posts and thrilled to see you pounding out the keys "blogstyle". Thanks for sharing.
Do they have lotteries in Japan?