Midnight

Nothing is wrong - I took the weekend off because there wasn't much out of the ordinary happening and I was feeling lazy.

There still isn't and I still am. The girls have their bus route and their walk home down to a science. They seem to be enjoying it and call me at least 3 times enroute to let me know.

Ray's having therapy on his left arm and shoulder 3 times a week for the next six weeks (I may already have said this). I take the two younger girls to the bus, come back in time to say goodbye to Elcie, and leave with Ray for an 8:00 a.m. appointment. The timing is great - I have everything done early and the therapy is less than an hour so I just hang out on that end of town. There's a nearby Starbuck so I may treat myself on Thursday or Friday. Or maybe not. Barnes & Noble with the same products plus my discount has me spoiled. They don't open until nine unfortunately and they're further away.

I put gas in the car after his appointment at $3.05/gallon. I passed by the same station in late afternoon taking Carol to her oncologist appointment and it was $3.02. It never fails. If I'd waited, it would have been $3.08.

Rebecca has moved from her math of last week into basic geometry. I was much better at geometry in school than algebra so we're learning how to calculate angles. I think she gets it but I hope she spends enough time with them to understand how they work. Great fun. At least she's bringing her work home and doing it. I'm signing her agenda each day as I've done with Rochelle and Elcie all along. It means I can keep up with what she's supposed to be doing and I can check her assignments off as she completes them. Big improvement.

They've all settled into an 8:30 bedtime routine which means they're asleep usually by nine and up at six. Somehow my clock was set an hour ahead on Sunday and Monday I woke up with the alarm at 5:00 a.m. thinking it was 6:00. I made some coffee and stayed up.

I'm almost asleep sitting here but I didn't want my loyal visitors to think I'd jumped ship.

Mollie - if you're reading, we won and Barry hit number 275 into McCovey cove. Big splash.

Dawn I., that silly song is still running around in my brain. I'll never forget the name of it even if I forget my own. Tom's Diner.

Thanks to all for the comments and glad you enjoyed the toilet flushing cat and the cooking meme. Most of us long time cooks seemed to qualify as apprentice chefs. Who wants to wear one of those big white hats anyway? Not I. It would fall into the soup.

Oh, Rebecca came to me on Saturday to tell me she had a loose filling. I said we'd make a dentist's appointment; they're due for a checkup anyhow. A little while later she brought me the tooth. She'd failed to tell me the tooth was loose as well. Six year molar with her permanent tooth already showing behind it. I'm sure she helped it along a little rather than have the dentist work on that filling (the only one she has) one more time.

On Sunday morning, she brought me two quarters. Said she'd gotten them from my loose change because she knew I'd probably forget and I didn't have a whole dollar. It was okay, she said, I could owe her the other fifty cents.

I guess the tooth fairy is gone forever.

Take care everyone. I may feel more inspired tomorrow.