The cookies are sorted. And I’m not really sure how the girls will get all of them to school in one trip.
Mom and dad were over for dinner, to see all of us, and mom wanted to help sort the cookies. Her help was much appreciated. As much as we may have a system worked out for getting it done, extra help is always welcome.
My parents are back from their annual month-long sojourn to Gulf Shores, and after the last month, it’s great to have them home, nearby, and to have seen them, if only for an evening.
The girls came off of a fun day–skiing for the first time, with their Grandpa Bob to help…or watch…or laugh with…All I know is that it sounds like all three of them had a great day on the slopes, under the warm sun.
Patrick seemed to have a good day, too. He was at school but out of class for the day, working on the play that has four performances beginning tomorrow night. They did a show for some of the district’s elementary school classes–a kind of preview showing. And I think that for now, his nervousness about working as the prop crew is gone. It may just flare up again tomorrow night for the first “real” show, but he’ll be fine.
Jenni finally got some quiet time on her own at home, which she needed, and hopefully was good. Whether it was productive or not is irrelevant–she just needed some time without anyone underfoot.
And I had a typical Wednesday, save for the dinner, and the picking up Patrick from school, and the sorting cookies, and the mandatory training/meeting hour at work, and…Okay, maybe it wasn’t typical. Or maybe nothing about my days are really all that typical. I don’t know.
In the meantime, I’m going to have a trunk full of Girl Scout cookies tomorrow, and part of me wants to have everyone who bought from me at work come out to the car so we can have some sort of shady exchange in the parking lot…But that would be untoward. Funny, but probably not terribly respectful.
Ah well. Life’s constant flow of events continues. Today cookies. Tomorrow, a school play. Next week? Who knows, but it’ll be something.
See you tomorrow.