Archive for November, 2008

So, it was a pretty average day today. I worked longer than I was supposed to, but it is fun and they got me a real desk chair, so I’m pretty happy about that.

I then went to get the dog before coming back to pick up the kids. We then took the dog for a walk around the block. I let Boo hold the leash, because Jasper’s a pretty mellow guy. He’s also a sneaky dog. He loped along beside her until we reached the house where, four mornings ago, he found an ancient dried chicken bone. Four mornings ago – how does he remember that? That time, I spotted it just as he did and pulled him away before he could get ahold of it.

Today, by the time I figured out why he’d suddenly started pulling Boo along, he’d reached the bone still at the edge of their lawn. It was about 4″ long and he scarfed it right in. I grabbed him and he clamped his jaws shut. Here’s what people who have never owned dogs probably don’t know, and those who do wish they didn’t need to – dogs have gaps in their teeth, so even when they are clamping those jaws shut, you can get your finger in between the teeth and into their mouths. Through the gap on the left side, I shoved the chicken bone out the gap in the right. The moment it left his mouth, Jasper relaxed and just started back on his walk like nothing had ever happened.


Asher is in heaven over having a computer. He’s finding his written work much easier to get through and it actually, voluntarily, doing his homework. I was shocked speechless yesterday when he came home and, without any prompting, starting doing his spelling homework. Yay for assisted learning technology!



There, a nice normal post on a nice normal day. Nothing else going on in the world.


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I have New Yorker magazines all over, strategically-placed in the bathroom, by my bed, in the car, in my backpack. I had a bath this evening and read the bathroom one, which turns out to be one of the more recent. It has a David Sedaris column. I love Sedaris. He holds the same opinion as I do on the undecided voters in the American election, only he’s funnier about it. This is what he writes:

“I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want to lot of attention?

To them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down th aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it besides my seat. ‘Can I interest you in the chicken?’ she asks. ‘Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?’

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.”

He then goes on and write about how his mother made him vote for her when he was 11 years old, which also kind of resonated with me because in the election we just had, I marked the X, but it was Asher who told me who to vote for. There we were, behind the little ballot box and I still hadn’t made up my mind, so I asked him, “Liberal or Green?” and he said, “Liberal,” so I put an X next to the Liberal’s name.


Speaking of Asher, we got him a computer, putting out family total at 5 – two desktops and three laptops. This is not something I ever imagined. I did imagine maybe have 2 computers, one for the kids and one for the parents. Clueless.

We have the old desktop and the new desktop (pretty much side-by-side), J’s laptop, my laptop and Asher’s laptop. Asher’s is little and cute and he loves it so much he refers to it as his baby.

Asher has a graphomotor disorder. Basically, he can’t write. He has an awkward grip and this weird, uneven scrawl. And he’s slow as all get-out. They teach typing at school and, even at the age of 9, he touch-types faster than he writes. We are hoping this will reduce his frustration level. The new challenge? Not losing the laptop at school.

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Yesterday was a little bit of One of Those Days. I misplaced my bank card, so I grabbed a credit card to go to the grocery store and pick up a few last minute necessities on the way home from school with the kids. The plan was to pop in, pop out and then rest for an hour before the Halloween madness hit, because I was tired.

Instead, having picked up last minute face glitter, candy to give out and food for an easy dinner, I found out the grocery store didn’t take the credit card I had. Instead of abandoning it all, I called J, who was just leaving work, and asked him to come to the store and pay for it. Then we sat down to wait.

The next 20 minutes were not pretty. For one, it should have only been 10, but the traffic was hell and hubby was slow. And his phone died, so I couldn’t call him and tell him to give up. I got to just sit and listen to Maya freak out about how Halloween was ruined and we’d never get home in time to eat, dress and and get an early start on the greed. This was her last Halloween and it was completely ruined! How could I do this to her?!

I used the time to phone the mother of the friend Maya was going out with to find out her timeline and discovered they too were running behind. I explained what was up with us and we agreed to touch base later.

When I hung up, a woman approached me and said she’d overheard me saying I’d brought the wrong card and was waiting for a not-appearing husband. She then, this total stranger, offered to pay for my groceries, give me her address and I just have me mail her a cheque. She could see that the kids were tired and strung out and had been there and wanted to help.

I declined, because we were stuck waiting for J anyway, since I couldn’t reach him, and I was sure he’d show up any minutes, but she made my day anyway.

There are good, good people in the world.

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