Things That Happened This Week
Michelle on Oct 13 2007 at 10:46 pm | Filed under: The Personal
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I don’t really have anything to write about, except:
I made blueberry pancakes and bacon this morning. The blueberries came from a friend’s farm, and they weren’t as good as the store ones. It seems as though they should have been better.
Sage got over a four day stomach bug that caused him to run a 104 degree temperature, and me to miss two days of work and purchase a carpet cleaner.
I hate Cingular but they have a monopoly where I live. I won’t go into the reasons I dislike them, as they are petty and inevitable. I will be grateful that I have a phone instead.
I went to the flea market and found something really awesome that I’ll share when I get my scanner working. It is a copy of Youth Evangelism from 1963. Woo boy. I also got a pair of old-fashioned sheep shears for $2.50. I’m really not sure why. Here’s a pic of the same from eBay. Apparently they are worth what I paid. Oh, and we bought a dreamcatcher. Thanks, Deborah!
At a garage sale this morning, Sage made a new friend. It turns out that she is friends with another of Sage’s friends who lives here in the same apartment complex. All of these kiddos march to their own beat, but they find each other. It’s cool.
Last night, the dog ate the chocolate bar I had left on the table. She’s fine, thanks.
Sage got good grades on his report card and I think think this is so they can say there is not a problem when I have the meeting to try to get him exempted from the state test that could keep him in third grade for another year because of his reading disability. The reading grade went from 70 to 88 in three weeks. Hmm. The teacher keeps putting off our conference. I don’t know what I will do if I can’t get him exempted from the state reading test and he fails it. This is stressing me out, because he is exceptional in math, science, etc., and it would really be a waste. Texas is big on holding kids back, even though research shows that it doesn’t work.
I picked up an awesome book, The Lizard Cage about a man imprisoned for political dissent in Burma (Myanmar) in 1984. Imagine that. The book is awesome, and is only semi-fictional. It is definitely a timely read.
I have been thinking a lot about plastic surgery lately, and how in some circles, it is a perceived necessity as more and more people watch makeover shows and read about how better looking people make more money and advance higher in their careers. I began to wonder when it doesn’t matter. Like, if I wrote the book referenced above and had been interviewing political refugees, would it be okay for me to have gray hair, as opposed to if I were working in sales? What if, like my friend, I had an organic blueberry farm? Surely then it wouldn’t matter if I had a tummy tuck, right? At what point does one get respect for being who they are? I don’t want to “market myself”. There is a course by that name at my school. Ick.
I thought I didn’t have anything to say, but I guess I did.
visiting from jane poe’s site; had to come and see who else recalled and appreciated REO Speedwagon. I had blueberry pan-a-cakes this morning too. We call them pan-a-cakes around here as that is how my daughter used to say it at four. (She called pajamas “dumbies” but that is another story) Though your photo of blueberries look so much nicer then the ones I put in mine.
Sounds like Sage is stuck in a story by Kafka. His reading ability is exaggerated so that he’ll fail his reading test. Insane. o_O
The picture of those blueberries makes my mouth water. I used to spend many-a-summer picking those things, in order to buy my school clothes, student activity card, and year book each year. (Six cents a pound they paid us pickers!)
Had a dog who ate a whole bag of chocolate-covered raisins. To put this as delicately as possible, it was a good thing she “lost” them all soon afterward. It was also a good thing that I wasn’t the one to arrive home first to face/clean up the godawful mess.
You DID have some things to say, and I for one, am very happy about that! Also very happy to hear about the dreamcatcher (hope it works for S as well as it did for F!) lots of love & friendship from me to you, xx, JP/deb
Maybe the blueberries weren’t ready? Those sheep shears look cool. I don’t know what you would do with them… Good luck with Sage’s teachers. I wonder why they wouldn’t want him exempted… a bit more paperwork, but at least it’ll be one less student retained.
My grandfather had the very best blueberry bushes in his backyard. The blueberries from those bushes were absolutely delicious. My mother-in-law bought me a blueberry bush last year for my birthday. Her son killed it. At least it wasn’t me!
Yes, it’s funny how we usually have something to say even when we are stuck in the moment. I love blueberries!
I am obviously depending on my bloglines, and it is not reading your feed. STILL! I love blueberries in all forms, and hate state tests in all forms as well. I think in many instances we have to do what feels right to us, no matter how that plays for the rest of the world. Whether we get respect for it is anyone’s guess, but at least, we’re living our lives the way we think best.