You know, of undone plans.
1. Friday afternoon, I was supposed to meet Reba and the kids at the elementary school to pick up a buncha junk Cat was selling, then get Oldest and go to the game. Got there, they were already there. Fine. Found out Mom had decided to go to game with Oldest instead of me. Fine. Although by then I had worked myself into actually wanting to be there, so I wound up being slightly perturbed. This was made up for by actually getting to go home and vegetate.
2. Went home, changed clothes, started laundry, fed the kids supper of some sort, and vegetated. They watched a movie, and I was in the same room, but kept nodding off and drooling like the old fart I am.
3. Oldest and Mom home early--it was very cold and whiney at the game. Turns out she wasn't working a sales table as I had earlier thought, but serving as a hostess for some prize deal they came up with where a student could have their very own sideline seat on a sofa and have food brought to them throughout the game. Downside for the supposed "winner"? The sofa sat behind the end zone, on the ground, meaning that the only persons with a worse view were the ones who were blind. The student who won wound up sitting in the stand with friends, so the couch was left to her mother, Ashley's teacher, Ashley, and some kid in her class. She and Reba left at halftime.
4. The game itself? Well, let's just say that the Possumblog Sports Center is taking applications for a brand new Football Pickin' Chicken. Hewitt fell for the third year in a row, by a score of 30-14.
5. Saturday--the day I finally get to play with the Volvo! Or not. ::sigh:: Got up and asked Reba what the schedule was for the day. "Well, I want to take the kids to Parisian for Bargain Days," (and if there was ever a misnomer, that's it) "to get Rebecca some church clothes, and Catherine, too. And I need some dresses for work. And Jonathan needs some new pants. And Ashley is down to only one suit for church." ::sigh::
"Well, I have GOT to cut the grass, and I really need to change the oil in the car. Any chance I have time to do that?"
Of course not, but you know, accomodations for my unreasonable demands were made. I wound up taking it down to the oil change place at the foot of the hill, mainly to save time, because my ramp stands were going to have to be dug out from underneath a pile of stuff in the garage, and that would have taken several extra minutes. But doggone it, I DID go ahead and change my own air filter, just to keep them from messing it up. And you get a $4 credit if you bring your own filter, and the guy I bought the car from let me have six.
Oh well, 3,000 miles will roll around again pretty soon.
Back home, cut the grass. I like my new lawn mower. Very relaxing to listen to. And a fine day to cut grass. Cool and overcast, which was nice because the yard was jungle-like in its density and height. And there were TIGERS! Not really.
Got finished and heard all about the ongoing series of "discussions" that had occurred inside the house while I was out. Yet another good reason to cut your grass as often as you possibly can.
And then, shower to remove all the grass clippings from me, and on to go SHOPPING! AND TO EAT!
Number 6 up in just a little while. Staff Meeting Time, doncha know.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 10, 2005 09:32 AM