Boy, I'll be glad when Oldest learns this vital skill.
Typed until suppertime, ate well, because it was my Father's Day meal, and then it was time for the opening of presents! Yea!
First up, all the cards, which turned out to be storebought, but thoughtfully filled with all sorts of handwritten sentiments of the occasion. And lots of Xs and Os. I like those. Next, the gift haul, which included eleventy dozen pairs of sox. I am rather hard on them, and I believe my long-suffering wife had gotten tired of the sight of tattered heels peeking over the backs of my shoes. So, all sorts of sox, including some nice white ones for yard work or my side gig as a Cliff Claven impersonator. Then, the big thing I wanted--SLEEVES! I have mentioned it before, but I have psoriasis on my elbows, and every once in a while, it gets irritated and can bleed. This is gross, to be sure, but even worse when it leaves telltale spots on the sheets or my pillow. So, sometime back I took to wearing a longsleeve tee-shirt to bed. But I hate wearing shirts to bed--I get all sweaty, especially with long sleeves. The perfect thing would seem to be a baseball undershirt with the 3/4 sleeves. So, I've been hinting for those and got a whole wad of them. And they work very well, I might add. And I look very cool in them, sort of like a fat version of Fernando Valenzuela. Boy also got a few matching shirts because Reba picked up some that said XL, not realizing they were XL Youth size. They would not quite have fit over me, unless the intent was for me to look like I had on one of those kewl midriff-baring shirts Britney Spears wears.
ANYway, finished up with supper, put away the dishes, told the kids to go bathe, and I set to work on typing some more. Type type type.
Stayed up until midnight or so.
Sunday morning, up bright and early, get kids up, get wife up (all easier written than done) then on to church. Taught class in something of a fog, children were so kind as not to notice, worship, very good sermon about Jairus, then off to the other side of the county to see Oldest's other set of grandparents. Which is all I will say of that. Then back to check in on Reba's dad, who we woke up by our incessant doorbell-ringing and door-knocking. Poor guy. I know how much he enjoyed taking that nap. We dawdled there for while, all the while Ashley, and now Reba, working on getting her paper finished.
I sat on the couch and dozed, and then for some reason woke up enough to start a Simon Says tournament. I don't know why. But I did. The kids seemed to enjoy it. Rebecca was the best at it, and no surprise, Cat was worst. Comes from not listening carefully. Or, listening at all. Anyway, time to leave. Home for a few minutes, then back to church. Second part of Jairus sermon, then toward home, with a stop at a fast food joint so we wouldn't waste any time trying to get supper fixed that could better be spent trying to get someone's health class paper typed.
Home, type. Type type type.
Finished at 1:20 a.m. Actually, it's not really finished--there were all sorts of role-playing type things she was supposed to do--interviews with people, production of health-related pamphlets, actual research. Those things kinda got lost in the mix. I told Reba that given the way the class is being handled, I really doubt that stuff will be missed as long as there is a sufficient volume of paper in the clear binder. I suppose we'll see. I'm just glad it's almost over. She only has one more paper, you know.
It's due Wednesday morning.
::sigh::
Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 20, 2005 01:58 PM