There's so much going on; most importantly, Sam's nap. I find myself tip-toeing around the house during this hour/hour-and-a-half; every noise I make deserves a curse of onomatopoeia with an added dash of inflection. I hit my wedding ring against the glass table: bugger! I creak the hardwood floor: zeek! Let that baby sleep.
Darryn told me the funniest story today... He has an actual 1984 license plate on his 1984 Mercedes. There's a new law allowing antique cars (anything over 25-years-old) to carry plates from the year they were made. Darryn got pulled over his first week out. The policeman didn't know about the law and said, "Your plate's expired." Darryn replied, "Do you really think I'd be driving on a plate that had been expired for 25 years?"
Angie and Eva moved to Chicago this week...just like that. Angie is a brave soul, always has been. I called Ev last night to see how the first day of school went. She said, "Well, it was good. I met new friends and started Chinese class." She'll be fine; that little girl intuits the positive side of everything.
I'm very disappointed in California's decision to make parents have teacher credentials to home school this week. Statistics show that the majority of home-schooled kids are well above the national average. That's because they are not distracted with silliness, "clicks", recess, the class clown or the child who cannot speak English. It should be up the parent, as long as the child performs well, how education is administered. The superb teachers of California should band together and form new, private schools; the State only wants money, hence the reason for the injunction. Sock it to the Man. Matt said, "Good idea!" I knew I would marry an attorney because I think like one. ; )~
I know my stepmom would love to personally choose her class each year!
Alas, Sam is crying. The fissure between having time to write and reality grows as quickly as he does. I'm off to homeschool him. He already knows how to spell his name; it's just getting him to say it that is the trick.
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