An Uneventful Day

That title grabbed you and dragged you in, didn't it?

Nothing new to report around the mansion. The kids fought all day,
we went to their bowling league, and HH has taken #1 son to
Wal*Mart to buy a new bicycle. His legs are way to long for his
old one. HH says he will not buy #2 a new bike, because he refuses
to try to ride it. Meaning, he has training wheels, and leans to one
side when he rides. It's not like we have a smooth road to ride on.
The kid won't believe that it's easier to balance the bike and ride,
instead of leaning over trying to pedal on grass and gravel with that
training wheel acting as an anchor.

The dog hasn't eaten anything not meant to be eaten today. No
pets were run over by HH. I didn't do a thing I needed to do,
except two loads of laundry. That's just a drop in the laundry
bucket around here. One load is still in the washer, waiting for
me to hang it up. It's very patient, that laundry, and I am not
exactly rushing to hang it.

This week at school is a 4-day week for the kids. We have a
Teachers' Inservice Day on Friday. We work the same hours,
but no students. We'll have meetings in the morning with all
buildings together, then break up in the afternoon. I don't know
where my presence will be requested. Someone is sure to tell
me where to go by Friday. And for the meeting, too. Heh heh.
My NOT IMAGINARY friend Mabel and I have a lunch date
that day. It's the only time we have to talk now, what with my
new schedule.

I watched TV with #1 son this morning. He has odd tastes. He
likes the History Channel. We watched some show, Mail Call,
with a drill sergeant being gruff and explaining military stuff. The
high point was watching some guys spend 9 hours trying to dig
a foxhole and a fighting hole like were used in WWII. They bent
their shovels, sweated, and only got half as deep as was needed.
I suppose bullets whizzing over your head is a better motivator
than a TV camera and a toy drill instructor doll that swears at you.

We also saw a show about building the suspension bridge from
the lower peninsula of Michigan to the upper peninsula of Michigan.
Whew! I don't know how they do that stuff. I could never drive
across that bridge! I don't like heights. The narrator said that they
have a crew on the bridge to get in and drive for motorists who
become frozen with fear. The center lanes are not even concrete.
They are metal mesh. You can see right down to the water. Not
for me, that engineering marvel. I would have to take the 4-day
drive across dry land to get where I was going. Oh, and did I
mention that the bridge also has extra-low side rails to cut down
on its great weight? The better to crash through into the drink, I say.

It’s very peaceful here now. #2 and I are quite sympatico. We
do not ruffle each others feathers, pull each others chains, rub
each other the wrong way, get each others goats. We peacefully
coexist. It's a little slice of heaven.

I must enjoy it while I can.