Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
With that in mind, this past week's list is:
- Clouds of Witnesses / Dorothy Sayers / An excellent favorite
- Aunt Dimity's Death / Nancy Atherton / First in a series, it's a charming, easy going mystery
- Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself / Alan Alda / A good read. Now I'll have to find Never Have Your Dog Stuffed
- Killing Time / Linda Howard / Quasi-SF/Romance, a good read, not my favorite of hers.
- Trio for the Chair / Rex Stout / I've always liked his shorts best.
When asked to clarify desired minimum/maximum length, the answer is:
10 pages is probably the minimum possible to get the amount of detail desired, maximum is to be 20 pages.
So... We have 22 days to write a 20 page paper. Urph.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
I do the Girl Scouts with K, J does the soccer with S. We didn't specifically set out to divide up Boys vs Girls, but it works out that way in practice. I was a Girl Scout, I know how they work. I'm not a jock and never have been. J was a jock, although Little League and crosscountry rather than soccer. We've gone with our strengths.
Since I don't do the soccer mom thing very often, I really don't know the parents, don't know the stories, don't know who to ask. I was a trifle startled when S first officially got on the soccer team, two years ago, to start receiving emails about ST. ST had a seizure last night, ST's in the hospital, ST's home again and doing better, we're taking up a collection for goodies for ST. Who's ST? Slowly it started getting pieced together. ST was the younger brother of one of the boys on the team, diagnosed almost four years ago (at seven?) with some form of cancer, either a brain tumor or metatasized to the brain. You see what I mean - we walked in almost halfway through the story - I never have found out exactly what the problem is. People on the periphery don't really remember exactly what the problem is, just It's Bad. It seems rude to query the people at the center of the drama, trying to get the cliff notes version to catch up. It really doesn't matter what the problem is: It's Bad.
ST's birthday was Tuesday. He turned 11. ST passed away on Wednesday morning. After some discussion, it was decided that S's soccer team would attend the calling hours at the funeral home. Most of the boys on the team have been together as a team since they were in first grade - six or seven? ST would have been four at the time. As with most pesty younger brothers, messing around on the sidelines, he would have been mostly beneath the notice of the lordly players. He's been ill for a third of their lives. They gave him encouragement, knew vaguely of his troubles, contributed to gifts for him, watched him in his wheelchair as his disease progressed, sympathized with his older brother when the subject came up.
S wanted to go; his team was going. Mom, have you made a contribution to the gift yet. Mom, don't forget. Mom, have you done this yet. Yes, It's done, I gave your coach the money. Yes, you can go, I'll take you over there, Yes, I know when they're meeting. Yes, they're right, you should wear your nice clothes. Calling hours were from 7 to 9, we were to meet at 7:40. The line was out the door, but we found the team. Almost all of them were there, uncomfortable in their best clothes, solemn with the Occasion, but so grown up in appearance and manners despite the slow pace and lack of amusements they would usually consider de rigeur. It took 45 minutes to wind our way in and upstairs, down the hall, through the maze of chairs setup for sitting and to guide the flow of traffic. The family had set up masses of pictures - ST as an infant, ST at every age since then, ST with his school mates, ST with his family. The boys studied these pictures carefully, silently.
ST's father was greeting each person; what a massive ordeal. He called NT over to see his teammates - it was great to see his face brighten. We spoke a few words, then headed out the door, leaving room for others to go in. The line when we left was as long as when we first got there.
A rite of passage for S: his first funeral-for-a-person-he-knew, however distantly. It follows for him on the footsteps of the deceased family cats, the flushed fish, those smaller events that help one learn how to cope with death and grief. A difficult thing, the other half of life.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
It will be more exciting later in the season after the eggs hatch, but I still like looking in on them every now and then.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Yesterday was all about the red and white stripes - today's stripes are green and magenta. The tulips in the front window bed are on their way up - I expect those little buds just peeping up with probably be ready to open by the weekend.
I had another interview today - this one was a cattle call screening interview. Ten sets of interviewers, five rooms to work with, and hordes of interviewees being turned off in 30 minute job lots for approximately 20 positions. I think it went pretty well, considering the circumstances, but who knows. The company is one I'd like to work for, so we'll see what happens. I'm still waiting to hear from my first choice - they keep swearing the paperwork is in process, but!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
K, S and I trundled down to MD to visit my family, J went went to Tucson for a training class. We went to the National Museum of the American Indian, that new section of the Smithsonian that has been recently added, and we went to the National Aquarium in Baltimore. My intention had been to go to the Air and Space Museum and the National Gallery of Art, but that was the day the Pope was doing his thing so we decided heading for Baltimore was the more sensible thing to do.
Maryland is in late spring - daffodils almost over, forsythia almost over, all the pink trees were in bloom (cherries, plums, crab apples, dogwoods, redbud), almost all the trees were variations of spring green. Pennsylvania was in mid spring when we drove home - daffodils in full bloom, some trees just popping out leaves or flowers, forsythia at its best. Once we drove over the long grade just north of Williamsport in Pennsylvania, we were suddenly in early spring once more. The daffodils are just starting, the hills were still covered in bare trees, the forsythia is just peeping open. When I drove in the driveway, I saw my crocuses are over except for one tiny purple one that was very late. Instead, the tulips are just opening up, and the daylilies are putting up sprouts. Cathy, all four of the babies seem to have made it through the winter!
The grass is green - I'm not in the mood to work on papers and homework.
Friday, April 18, 2008
K wants to try out for The Music Man for this summer's play. She has to have "My White Knight" ready for the tryout next week. So far, K has "Shipoopi", S has "Gary, Indiana" and I have "Lida Rose" as earworms. Or maybe it's the other way around. We seem to be trading them on a regular basis and driving each other nuts.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Maryland Sheep and Wool is the first full weekend in May at the Howard County Fairgrounds. Someday I'll get there, but not until I'm out of school, since that's the last weekend before finals, always.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
It never fails - we go through the winter, bundled up to the eyebrows against the cold. Then spring comes and it rains and blows - we stay bundled up (in slightly fewer layers). Then, comes the first really warm day, sunny and bright... And no one puts on sunscreen. Who's bought sunscreen this early in the season anyway? Y'right.
The girl at the checkout counter was glowing.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Good job, K.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
The reading for the paper is coming along - it isn't due until next week Monday, so I'm still on schedule for that.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
K's dress for her recital is cut out and the black trim pieces have been edged. Tomorrow I'll see about putting the blue dress together, and if I get the lining put together on Sunday, there will only the assembly, zipper, and hem to do. That and my paper will occupy this weekend; not much else is going to get done, I'm afraid.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
In random happenings today:
The temperature went from 22 F this morning to 58 F this afternoon. A nice day for wandering around the campus and getting paperwork done.
I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and as I walked in, an older couple (in their 80s perhaps?) were checking out Mart Carts (those grocery store provided scooters with grocery baskets mounted at the front end. This isn't too unusual, except that one doesn't usually see people checking out his-n-hers carts. I wouldn't have thought anything about it except that when I was in the meat dept. I had to pause to let the gentleman pass - he was swimming upstream of the planned traffic flow. Then, when I got to the deli counter, he passed me again, swimming upstream once more. He still didn't have anything in his basket. When I got to the milk section, here he came again, still unladen, still headed upstream. He passed me one more time, and then I swung down an intermediate aisle and didn't see him again until I was leaving the store. He was parking the cart. I watched, sort of bemused, as he walked out of the store (just fine, no apparent difficulty with walking, although it isn't always obvious), went and got the car, and met his wife at the curb where he helped her off her cart and into the car, loaded the groceries she'd bought, then went and parked her cart for her.
If he were 17 you know they wouldn't let him pass the time riding laps around the store, but he seemed to have enjoyed it.
I finished my intermediate milestone for my 8 page research paper and handed it in tonight. Tomorrow I'll continue with the readings. Oh boy!
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I finished knitting on K's Rogue. All it needs now is finishing.
I have a single sleeve of J's Oberstdorf done, but need to find where the pattern got put. I have the last section of a shawl to knit, but need to find the pattern for that. I have an 8 page paper to write, in-laws coming next week (i.e. housework that needs doing) and a trip to plan for. I had an interview today for a job that would be interesting.
A trip to the LYS holding a moving sale yielded a book I've wanted for a while, yarn that will look good on my nephew B, and a pattern to be knitted in variations of garter stitch. I can knit this, not exactly with my eyes closed, but certainly while reading papers for my research for that aforementioned 8 page paper. This is in striking contrast to any of the aforementioned knitting projects in progress.
A new project.
I have to say I missed them this year.
A snarking sneeze and cough from S are not the same.