Possumblog

Don't let me interrupt you.

The Great Literature story continues below, but it's getting close to time for me to leave for the weekend. Where have I been all day? Here, but been busier than a hackneyed analogy writer. I have a feeling it will extend on into the weekend as well. I really DO have to cut the grass this weekend, and there's a bunch of other stuff I think is supposed to be done, and this whole week has just been a blur. First full week of school for the kids, and so the evenings have been full of admonitions to finish homework interspersed with trips to go pick up MORE supplies that somehow got left off supply lists.

There was a parent's night last night for Boy's classes. Reba had to go to that since I had my little zoning board meeting to attend. It would probably have been more pleasant for her had she also not had Catherine along with her, who was in a foul mood and wicked distemper. Fortunately, Jonathan's teachers were full of nothing but praise for him, as well as shock that he's so much more vocal than his big sister who had just been through their classes last year.

Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it can be a bit embarrassing. He has one teacher who gets the kids to provide a bit of class levity (the thought being that they're going to do crazy crap anyway, so why not set aside a few minutes at the first of class to get it out of their systems). Boy's decision was to sing a song for the class. I can barely hear him in church, but Reba said his teacher told her he sang loud and long and without flinching in front of a crowd of his seventh grade peers.

The song?

One of the variations of this.

I don't know whether to chide him for his earthiness or congratulate him for being willing to stand in front of a crowd.

I believe I am leaning much more toward expressing congratulations. Or maybe I'm just leaning for another reason...

ANYway, other than the Tiny Terror living up to her name, it went well and things continue to work well. Even for Oldest, who has now managed to drive for an entire week without collision. Which is good, because we finally got the bill for how much adding her to the insurance will cost. As much as it does for both Reba and I to be insured, that's how much.

And so the headlong rush to destitution picks up speed. I really need to find a way to make some more money. But, obviously, something easy that requires no work. I think I'll be a celebrity--that looks pretty cushy.

IN THE MEANTIME, I will go on home and do house stuff, and all of you have a good weekend and I'll see you bright and somewhat early come Monday.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at August 18, 2006 04:10 PM