It's lunchtime in the computer lab, which limits me to
monitoring the kids with the sneaky-peeky computer program and not
much more. My desk is in the back of the room, so I need to sit
upfront at the SCM's desk for now, to ask them to sign in when they
get here and to sign passes when they leave, so this is as good a
thing to be doing now as anything else. I'll catch up on the last
couple of days, since, uncharacteristically, I haven't written.I didn't write Saturday because I felt like nothing had happened worth
writing about. Then, Sunday. Let's see. The Hubs and K and I headed
down the Garden State Parkway at noon. R was coming in her own car,
since she lives a half hour closer to the ILs, plus she and K were
going back to her apartment afterwards, and not home. Was there
traffic? Was it a weekend holiday in New Jersey? So. What is normally
an hour and fifteen minute trip took two hours. Bleah.
The odd thing of the day was that the subject of K's graduation and
who's going never came up. I think the ILs are truly starting to show
signs of age. My sister-in-law, however, did pull me aside to talk
about it. She says there is no way they can go and that we should just
tell them that there aren't enough tickets. Her kid, it so happens, is
graduating two days later and there really aren't enough tickets, so
the ILs aren't going to that one. I told the SIL that the only problem
is that her brother is insane, and will never tell their parents that
they can't go. But I got nice support and encouragement from her, and
I even brought it up in the car on the way home, once we had passed
all the traffic, and did something I promised myself I would never do:
told the Hubs that I will call his mother this week and tell her. I
figure I handled my parents and he should handle his, but Hubby don't
play that. He will always be the good little boy and just build
resentment about it. Anyway, I'm hopeful that the situation is in
hand. If they go, then the whole weekend will be about them and not K,
and seriously, whose graduation is it? I feel like we've made some
positive progress here, even if the only forward motion was getting
the Hubs to be normal about it.
And then here I am in school, where the world is upside down and
everything is soooo strange. I have done a ton of walking today, which
is always good, bopping around to the office, to a classroom to find
out if a teacher was still bringing her class to the computer lab (Oh,
gee, did I forget to tell you we're not coming?), out to my car a
couple of times. I'm not comfortable bringing a purse here, and since
I don't always carry one anyway, it's no big deal, except I did bring
my camera and a couple of other things today, so I put them in the car
when I was done with them. Perhaps later I will post some pictures I
took this morning of the empty library. When I went to my car
lunchtime, I saw workers loading my shelving into a big dumpster in
the parking lot. : (
In other news, I had a lovely, if brief, weekend visit with K, and R
joined us Friday evening as well. (I may have mentioned that in my
last entry, the whole dinner fiasco.) Saturday we went to Target and
yesterday, as I said, down to the shore, where all the old people in
New Jersey are required, by law, to live. Now, we avoided traffic on
the way home by taking an alternate route, up Highway 9, famously
cited by Bruce Springsteen in Born to Run (we were in his neck
of the woods). Highway 9 is not tacky, per se, although parts of it
are; it is just classic New Jersey. There was a strip mall every 20
yards. Let me tell you, I counted five Targets along the way, and
possibly 40 Dunkin' Donuts. The density of Dunkin' Donuts must be
greater in New Jersey than anywhere else on the planet, although it's
possibly a result of our having the highest population density in the
country, I don't know.The only place that could rival us DD for DD
might be Rhode Island, which I understand is where they originated.
So. Half hour into the lunch period, and I've got about twelve kids on
the computers. Mr. Sneaky Peeky tells me that someone is writing about
the fall of the Romanovs, someone else is investigating careers in the
military, some are checking email or updating their websites, another
one is writing a book report, and someone else is reading a message
board in Chinese.
Two girls just came in and asked if they could take my picture for a
presentation they're doing on school clubs and I thought, picture,
euuww. I sent them to the GSA co-advisor, who has all kinds of related
posters and stuff in his classroom, much much better, doncha think?
Speaking of self-image, I'm unofficially back on the W8 Watching
today. I say unofficially because I didn't have the guts -- so to
speak -- to weigh myself first, although I'm counting points and
eating right. If my extra-large shirts arent' still too tight on
Saturday, I'll weigh in then. Oh yes, by all means, take my picture
today. That's the ticket.
Okay, I'm emailing this in now. By the way, when I had trouble last
night with my account, I emailed Andrew and used the subject SUPERGOLD
account question. I got an answer and results in five minutes.
