This morning was a lot of running and scrambling and refereeing. The kids were tired and extra grumpy with each other. Normally I can handle it, or I guess I just go to my happy place, but today I had a shorter fuse. Porbably didn't help that it was senior citizen'd discount day there and we had some near misses with some seasoned citizens in the produce department with a boy who had ants in his pants and just had to dance. There is no malice behind their actions...just no use of the "noodle" when acting. This afternoon we had a nice suprise of friends dropping in for a visit. The kids ran and played with reckless abandon and the grown ups chatted about family drama and cried about losing dogs. Then the rain came in sheets. Yep. We party like the Golden Girls around here. Thank YOU for being a friend. Sarah's percussion teacher came for her weekly visit and again didn't run screaming from our crazy house. We all think she's a rock star. Dinner tonight consisted of stir fry and riveting conversation about watching filmstrips in social studies class. Of course, we had to explain what a filmstrip was, which led to what a cassette tape was, which led to feelings of doom and fear about the loss of a whole era of multimedia history. At least they do know what records are...they've listened to those at my parents and seen them framed and hanging in my brother's house.
After dinner, we took a trip to Froyoz to get the kids a little treat and drove around for a few minutes. We saw our beloved retired Pastor Jim and his wife, who had the unfortunate job of showing us that we were indeed murderers:
Just a topper for the day...bird murderers. Sorry friends. Sorry. Thank you for being a friend....
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ReplyDeleteMy sister, Elem. Librarian, explained filmstrip issues to her kids as like buffering issues. One niece wants to know what they did with all the old filmstrips, she thinks they would be cool to decorate her room.
Creaky old aunt, here.