Tonight is the schoolwide welcoming picnic for Primo's school/kindergarten. I am not quite sure what exactly to expect. The first PTA meeting was an eye-opener, in a very positive way; I anticipate that this evening will be as well. God help me, I have a kindergartener. Why do I still feel as unsure of myself and awkward as I did when I was sixteen?
It is a potluck picnic kind of deal, and I made apple-carrot muffins to share.
It has finally cooled off a bit here. And the humidity seems to have dropped this morning. What a relief. Seems we might catch the tail end of Ernesto - meaning lots and lots of rain. Joke, how did you fare down there in Florida with Ernie?
I picked up the last of Hilary McKay's Casson family series, Caddy Ever After, at the library yesterday on my lunch break, and finished it last night. Saffy's Angel, the first in the group, was probably the most magical, but perhaps because it was the first one I read and I was simply giddy with delight. I think Permanent Rose was my favorite, because I adore Rose - as everyone should. The book last night wrapped up in true Casson fashion - never a dull or predictable moment, but not necessarily the most satisfying solution. Just like real life, only more charming. And I *still* want to smack Bill, the father, upside the head.
I have to read The Brief History of the Dead next as it is due back at the library very soon. I was sort of waiting till the mood struck, but who knows how long it might be before I stop feeling like immersing myself in young adult fiction? I started The Children's Blizzard and quite frankly was shocked at how readable and compelling it was. If I can find it cheap on half.com, I will probably just buy it.
WHAT was I thinking, wearing this shirt? It was on for about, oh, fifteen seconds before I got gunk on it. Either from the baby's nose or taking out the garbage, not sure which. Either way, ew.
See, when I am not stressed out, how boring I am?
15 comments:
YOU have a kindergartener!
HA.
It is to laugh.
Meanwhile, I was telling Middle, while we were at the mall the other day, that I am always shocked when hawkers approach me trying to sell me perfume or some such...because in my head I am 14.
Those muffins look really good. Kindgarteners are fun and cute and sweet. I have a 21 year old and an almost 13 year old!
You. Are never boring.
Found this whole kindergarten (US)/prep (Aus) thing to be really wierd. The Girl adjusted immediately but it's taken me 7 months to get used to it all.
I know you'll make loads of friends with those muffins.
Kindergarten was so fun for my boys.
It all goes by so quickly.
I cried this week when my middle schoolers went to school. I wish I could tell you it gets easier.
Thanks for the book updates. I get the best lists from you!
My first-born enters kindergarten this year. I am NOT sad..excited for him...and me. Being a former teacher, it's so strange that I am now "the parent" looking to join the PTA!!!! I just hope I'm not the "parent from hell" that I experienced too many times!!!
what LC said: you are never boring. I'll have to catch up on my Hilary McKay--right now I'm still reading East of Eden (which got good.)
Oh--and from Permanent Rose, I now have Bette Midler singing "Second Hand Rose" in my head.
I have a son entering his freshman year of college this year. AND a newborn. So, yeah. I feel weird, too. Somewhere between 14 and friggin' ancient.
I just finished A Brief History Of The Dead. It was a bit weird, but weird in a good way. The premise was interesting, but I never felt like I got to know any of the characters. I wouldn't read it again, which is my standard for how much I liked a book.
I NEVER wear white.
Ernesto missed us, and the parts of FL it did hit made out OK (some winds, fair bit of rain). I'm sore and achy from putting up the shutters.
But it's better this way.
-J.
I bought a white sleeveless linen dress, a white linen skirt at the op shop recently.
Why? Why did I DO that?
oooh, teacher, pick me, pick me!
Because we like white. It's a sickness. (well, I tend more for beige but it stains the same)
Speaking of reading and book lists (why I love to come here!) tell Gina I finished Gentlemen and Players. Please.
Yes, white.
That color that other people wear.
And you? Look SLIM AS A NOODLE in that white tee, missy. So there, mean Frenchman!
The kindergarten is going well over this-a-way. I have a call in to the school to report an 'incident' I witnessed. *sigh* so I'm already going on record as a hysteric.
I figure, why wait?
I love how white shirts look. Clean. Briefly clean.
If you're anything like me (and well, that we've already established some similarities, at least literary) you will never feel like stopping with the YA fiction. Lately I find it really hard to get into adult fiction - except! A few weeks ago I rescued a Laurie Colwin novel that hadn't circulated in 4 years and was on our weeding list, and I checked it out and read it and loved it, of course. So, Laurie Colwin and YA.
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