Actually, I think Jacob looks apprehensive,
and I look grim.
We both got over it.
Yesterday got away from me,
what with welcome calls to make for the church, corrections on a manuscript I’m
editing, a blog I forgot I had to write (which sent me scurrying to the kitchen
this morning so I’d have a casserole to take a picture of), and an occasional
spell with my work-in-progress. No Judy’s Stew.
But those of you who read
this regularly know I wouldn’t forget the first day of school. I sent good
wishes to all my grandchildren—have had responses from two families. Megan
reported before the fact that her boys were really excited, and Jamie and Mel
both reported that the girls were excited (though Maddie, at fourteen,
pretended to be blasé) and ended up the first night fighting over space at the
kitchen table to do homework. The year is under way.
Of course, I was most
involved in Jacob’s first day. In fact, I had orders to be in the driveway,
dressed and “cute,” by 7:50 yesterday morning. Trailed along while Jordan took
Jacob to his new classroom—she would have forgotten to introduce me to the
teacher as the afternoon pick-up person if I didn’t remind her. But all went
well, and Jacob seemed quite happy in his classroom. He has a teacher we didn’t
know, but she said she’d seen him in the halls and was delighted to have him in
her class.
Maybe I forgot to write about
it because I had to rush him home, shove a chocolate pudding into him, and make
him brush his teeth, so he could head off to the dentist with his dad. Today it
was less of a rush but still a time crunch to get him ready for Little League
practice. Poor kid said, “I just want to quit everything but school.” I bit my
tongue to keep from saying, “Amen.”
Today when he was changing
clothes, Jacob had a bit of an attitude—okay, a lot of attitude. I’ll wait out
the week but there’s going to be a new regime around here. Jordan keeps saying,
“You’re were so tough as a mom. What happened to you?” I don’t think I was
really that tough, but she seems to think it’s a good thing.
Meantime, I made progress
today on the work-in-progress and even came up with a new title. How does Living with Secrets strike you? And I
did make a good casserole—look for it Thursday on http://www.Chickletsinthekitchen.com.
Yes, I’ll remind everyone. And the exterminator came—we sincerely hope he took
care of the rats, but I’m pleased that he was extra careful of my dog’s safety.
Final achievement—and this is Elizabeth’s—we ordered a case of our special tuna
and a case of salmon from the Pisces cannery. My pocket book is depleted but my salivary anticipation
is high. I’ll post about that special fish sometime.
Peace and a happy evening to all. I’m
off to the Old Neighborhood Grill for neighbors’ night. Pork cutlets sound so
good. Notice how often food crosses my mind?
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