September 10th, 2003

wild rose

Actual events from the day:

Firewalls! On toast!
Cool Linux-oriented movie, with Bill Gates' voice done by whiny pissy female
LJ pictures fairly toasted
Lit: poetry
Puddles outside; must have rained
LF had a good day with only one time-out
More puddles; puddlejumping
Rain falling sideways while in DBA class
LF landmark: actually wrote a note to communicate (first ever)
Puddlestomping with LF
EPIC puddlestomping
Chilling @ home
Chilling @ home with Dragonlance book and imaginary presence of real friend
I am now capable of falling asleep while reading
LF gets given the six-year-old version of the "Being sad because your interests do not match the stereotypical role for your gender is silly" speech
LF likes ramen
marxdarx likes caramels
votania has had worse workplace injuries than a fiddling 2" burn
Eventually, store for groceries
I take LF to school in morning as certain parties are far too tired
running, bomb tech

Morning? What's that?

As certain someones were very much asleep this morning, as anticipated, I woke up the Little Fayoumis and got him shuttled schoolward. "Is it morning already?" he complained, or asked in a very complainy sort of way.

He got dressed, and there was only one pants crisis, but he got clothed. Then he wanted me to sign his reading folder. I stressed that it was crucial for me to have actually seen him do the reading, rather than him telling me that he'd done it, and he and I settled down on the couch with a book ... not, on examination, his reading folder book... there were a few hangups, mostly having to do with him guessing at difficult words without at least attempting to sound them out. (He hasn't figured out the trick where you sound out each letter individually, then look at the grown-up, who will, pleased with your effort, give you the correct pronounciation, and has to be prodded into that.)

Half a page, and it was time to leave. We read a few simple words from signs (rugs, the car, car pool, you) on the way.

Now at DeVry. Zonked. Got to chat with cRon, though. Bragged about Mr. Note-writer. Class isn't until 9; what am I doing, again? Oh, yeah, napping. And calling Darkside later in the afternoon.
running, bomb tech



Gemini Horoscope for week of September 11, 2003

Gemini (May 21-June 20)
Trains in China are divided into two different sections: soft seats and hard seats. "The soft seats are usually where you find the richer, stiffer, better-educated people," reports Charlotte Temple in DoubleTake magazine. "In the hard-seat section, it's like a little village. Everyone is eating watermelon seeds, playing games, leaning out windows to buy from the dumpling sellers." I bring this up, Gemini, because it's an apt metaphor for the choice you now face. As you travel on to the next phase of your life, the soft seats would provide the greatest comfort, but the most interesting and educational events would unfold in the hard seats.


Cancer Horoscope for week of September 11, 2003

Cancer (June 21-July 22)
You've heard of passive smoking, which occurs when the burning cigarette wastes of smokers snake into the lungs of innocent bystanders. Now scientists at the Beauty and Truth Lab have identified a phenomenon they call second-hand depression, wherein victims inadvertently absorb the misery and cynicism of people who are spewing out negative emotions. You Cancerians must be especially careful to protect yourself against that contamination in the coming week. You can't afford to be poisoned by the lazy blather of out-of-control naysayers. Why? Because you have an astrological mandate to nurture optimistic perceptions and articulate loving strategies that uplift everyone whose life you touch.

Hear *that*, love.
Azzgrin, Azure: Lunatic, crazy

"See? *That's* the instructor."

Pointed out Sandstrom to Mr. President this morning. "See? *That's* the instructor." Appropriate gawking ensued. Exchanged high-fives with Mr. President.
  • Current Mood
    amused smug
running, bomb tech


Well, LF's got several pages of homework this afternoon -- but he did make it to lunch recess.

Midterms say that he's not long on remembering directions. We are lucky in that his behaviour at home and his behaviour at school match up -- we're not dealing with a perfect, well-behaved angel, and neither is she.

Well, he is a perfect angel -- one who can't remember what the next step on the worksheet was. Or that he was supposed to be folding laundry.