It’s a wet morning. Emily has a special reading celebration at her school today, including a picnic and outdoor games. She’s been looking forward to it all year. It’s caused some stress as she wasn’t sure she was going to meet the goals required to attend the celebration, so this is a particularly meaningful event for her. Unfortunately, it’s raining hard enough to put the kibosh on lunch in the field. Here’s hoping they can cram everyone into the gym without the noise levels bringing the roof down.
I was also hoping to run this morning, but it’s coming down pretty good and I’m just not that hardcore. Maybe a run on the wii fit will do.
In knitting news, I test-felted a sample of Lamb’s Pride worsted in Strawberry Smoothie. Sometimes the lighter colors don’t felt well, but this colorway does, so my projects are still on track.
And that’s the news from Lake Woebegon.
The first strawberry of the season is nearly ripe. I gave some of these plants to other people to grow, and it’s been interesting to hear how their plants are faring. Some produced berries weeks ago, some haven’t borne fruit yet. There’s something to be said for the role of environment in development.
Friends, I normally don’t rush to post these, but the events of this adventure are so shocking that they must be shared immediately. I know several of my fellow party members will explode if they can’t discuss it.
Actually, ‘explode’ is a poor choice of words…
After defeating the rust monsters, we saddle up and head back towards the room with the mouth, ready to do something with the stones, although we have no idea what.
Torkal: Torn between advancing the plot and rolling random encounters for us, Vaschon makes us take the scenic route.
Aleanghi: Don’t annoy the DM. It’s dangerous.
GM Vaschon: Proceeding another 40′ north you round a corner and continue NE. You arrive at an intersection. You can travel N, SW, E or through an archway.
Veracity: We haven’t seen a dragon for days. We’re due.
GM Vaschon: DM adds +2 to the random encounter roll for a snarky comment.
No wonder we suck so bad.
The doctor turned up an outer ear infection (commonly called swimmer’s ear), which would explain why she has been complaining that her pillow is uncomfortable no matter which pillow we try. Of course, in our desperation we have purchased a brand new box spring and mattress, which goes to show what exhaustion will lead you to. Eh, she needed a new one anyway. The doctor has also recommended some anti-allergy medicine (Zyrtec) which may help with her sniffling. We’re keeping an eye on other possible causes too.
Other interesting tidbits were turned up. For instance, I didn’t know she thought that sometimes there were goblins behind her curtains at night, and she told us that today at the doctor’s appointment. It would have been worth it to learn that, even if nothing else was turned up.
Em’s spring program went well. She played the recorder and sang, and I have some pics which I think came out well but I haven’t uploaded them yet.
Unfortunately, the program started at 7 and by about 7:30 at night, my daughter is usually pretty tired and ready to start winding down for the night. She yawned her way through the program. There was a local belly-dancing group who performed first – really! Then there were some technical difficulties with music playback which slowed things, and the program was a little long for her. She had a good time, but after a disappointment (she wanted to pick up a book after the program but the room selling books was closed) she was in tears before we left the building. She was just overtired. We got home and I got her a snack while she unwound a bit. She was already fading, asking “why do people have to sleeeeep?” and other similar questions.
She got to bed at around 8:45 but any little thing that went wrong would send her back into tears. She cried in bed for over an hour. I kid you not. Lest anyone think I am hard-hearted, going in to help was counter-productive, as she didn’t want me to help, no matter how phlegmy she got. What she really needed was sleep and me helping just woke her up more. She was just too tired to sleep. Her statement, “I don’t like anything!” really summed up the situation.
She woke up again about 11:30 and cried for another 15 minutes. Poor kid. She is not a night person under the best of circumstances, and while the program was enjoyable for her, all the activity and commotion was just too much. My husband and I agree that if this keeps up and she’s not doing well tomorrow, she doesn’t have to go to school. Down side: the school was going to arrange for her to get the book she wanted tomorrow, so if she doesn’t go…
Well, we’ll see what we can do. Right now she’s asleep again so I’m going to try to sleep too. Her being awake and crying makes me tense and frustrated, so it’s best to catch a few Z’s while I can.
Today on my way to pick up my daughter from school, I spotted the Google Earth car turning onto my street. I assume they were recording a side street. I know our street has already been done, since I’ve seen my house on Google Earth. Therefore I didn’t feel I had to frantically mow the lawn or, more likely, stand out front making the Vulcan salute or something equally goofy.
However, it begs the question. If you knew the Google Earth car was coming to photograph your house, what would you do?
In a similar vein:
Interesting sights caught by Google street view.
UK village thwarts Google street view.
And most oddly,
Mad scientists captured on Google street view.
