The wind was really whipping around the other night - snow on both sides of the trees...
Cass went skating last week. And bounced home, big-grinned and thrilled with himself. 'Some teachers and parents helped me, 'specially M's Mom (I heart M's Mom) and now I can skate. But slow. If I go fast, I fall down.' So now he's thrilled and excited about the next skate, and I'm thrilled and excited that he's changed his mind and embraced this.
The first parents meeting to save the school took place tonight. It's going to be a hard fight. I also think we've got a lot of good ideas.
I think I'm losing control over this computer world. Facebook, Twitter, Flick'r, three blogs, a blogroll that hovers near 100, a fairly active chat board - crap, if I could find a way to make money in this chair, I'd never move. But right now? Something has to give. (First time I've admitted that.)
I had my first 'Incident Report' on Pinky today. Seems she fell and smacked her face on the floor at school. She's got a nice nickel sized red-patch-turning-to-bruise on her cheekbone.
B is getting over the flu. Which is good, because soon I would have to begin banishing him to the basement.
So, to recap:
Computer time - long. (But good.)
Rosey-bruised but unbowed.
Bear- bad bad bad bad bad bad. About to be shouted at by his nearest and dearest, because baby? You can get your own tissues.