We’ve gone (temporarily) into full-on winter and it’s sapped my energy. As I write this, it’s nearly 1 p.m. and I’m still in my bathrobe. That sometimes happens when I have no tasks or dates; however, there are always projects that could be done around here. I’m not great at forcing myself to do them, unfortunately.
It was chilly at Sharky’s T-ball game; he fought not to go, but once he arrived, he had an excellent time. Last year, it was mostly picking daisies in the field and running the wrong way or not at all whereas now the kids are a bit more advanced. It was hilarious when three outfielders got into a scrum on the ground, wrestling over the ball; one boy was bonked in the head in the melee. So, there is still that entertainment! I was proud of Sharky for asking the coach if he could play first base where there’s way more action. I watched him tag the base (not sure of the term) and then throw home–or attempt to. His arm isn’t the strongest but is improving. Although he loves swimming and enjoys soccer, he only plays T-ball because their neighbor and close friend is one of the coaches. I doubt that he’ll stay with it, so I’m always eager to catch a game when possible.
I found this past photo of Old Copper when she was healthy; it made me sad. Part of me feels guilty that I don’t want another rhododendron in that spot. But changes happen. Or is it excrement happens?
In spite of being partially pulled out (hey, it looked dead), my dianthus continues to thrive. Because of the rain and cooler weather, I haven’t had to water for a while. That’s a good/bad thing since yard work gets me dressed and outside. According to the forecast, it will be under 65 degrees for Sharky’s birthday party which means that the snakes and other critters will have to be inside. Older Daughter was dreading that. The decision to hire the Snake Man wasn’t up to me; I would’ve found a snake cake and snake themed items without LIVE ANIMALS. OD will make the cake from scratch, along with an edible snake. She’s been experimenting this week; sometimes I wonder…is she really my child? LOL
In kid news, Anders kicked a teacher today; I don’t know why or how badly but Younger Daughter is shaken and concerned about the situation. We think he’s ADHD and possibly somewhat on the spectrum; he lives in two households, has a newish baby brother and loving although problematic parents. YD wants my advice and I have none to give. Does he know he’s not supposed to hit or kick? Yes. Does he still get upset and lash out? Also, yes. I would probably encourage him to take out his feelings in a different way, even if that involved hitting a pillow instead of a person. However, the daycare probably just wants no kicking or hitting of any kind, so I won’t suggest that. I will tell YD that Obro was a biter (he’s better) and that part of it might be Anders’ age and stage. I don’t want to minimize or ignore behaviors though…no easy answers here, eh? Just a lot of head scratching.
Watching: I’ve finished the disappointing “Great American Baking Show,” mainly because Paul and Prue are the judges. It was obvious who would win from the first couple episodes and the American version is lacking the charm of the British version. Now it’s on to the second season of “The Chestnut Man” although I’ve read that it’s nowhere near the quality of the first season. I’ll also watch “Remarkably Bright Creatures” because I like Sally Field. I’ve never read the book, which is apparently a tearjerker. Or perhaps I’m not in the right frame of mind at the moment to get upset over a film.
It’s past time to go for a walk…with an umbrella and raincoat.
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