sofa surfing for the day

9:00 am - Phone my mother to see if she'll go to the farmer's market for me. Decide to let CD take Bug there for the day on his way to work.

9:30 am - Take pillow from bed to downstairs sofa. Move Pook to the right side so I can have the left.

10:00 am - Turn on last night's Braves game.

10:30 am - Swap sides of the sofa with Pook to relieve the cricks in my neck and hip.

11:00 am - Laugh when Pook tries to crawl to the kitchen to get us toast. Decide that laughing is not a good idea. Decide that having CD leave us is not a good idea.

11:30 am - Eat slice of toast with a light smear of apricot jam and sip some weak Gatorade.

12:00 pm- 2:30 pm - Doze.

3:00 pm - Play Kings in the Corners with Pook.

3:30 pm - Rest from the exertion.

Need I say that last night was more eventful?

log ride

I have found my desk.  And emptied my email inbox.  And the kids won't be home from school for an hour still. (I just want to pause now while you gasp with amazement. Thank you.) (And don't look in the laundry room. That doesn't count because it wasn't on my desk.)

I've started picturing April as the long climb up a roller coaster. Every time you blink someone adds something to your May calendar. You see it filling fuller and fuller and see the multiple conflicts which you don't have time to adjust. And then comes May. You might as well enjoy the ride because there is no stopping it.  Until June. And June feels like the water at the bottom of the log ride, stopping the action quickly. If you can make it to June you're home safely. If.

Piano recitals went beautifully. In-laws had a good visit. Baseball is over for both kids. We didn't win anything at the baseball family festival.  Pook turned eleven and the sleep-over boys slept a bit. Pook has turned in three of four end-of-year projects and if he doesn't volunteer to present the fourth today I will have his head. Mother's Day got some notice.

My own mother's birthday celebration will happen Saturday. Sunday afternoon we have an end-of-baseball swim party. Monday is field day for the second grade. (I'm helping.) Tuesday is my last day of work for the year and field day for the fifth grade. Wednesday is the second grade end-of-year party. (I'm helping.) Thursday is awards day for the fifth grade and their party. (I'm helping.) But Thursday is also the last day of school.  So Friday? Friday we're sleeping.

win, lose or draw

Red Wings	10	3	1	0.75000
Timber Rattlers	9	4	1	0.67857
Express	8	4	2	0.64286
Iron Pigs	8	6	0	0.57143
Mets	8	6	0	0.57143
Mudhens	8	6	0	0.57143
Storm	7	5	2	0.57143
Ironbirds	6	8	0	0.42857
Thunder	4	9	1	0.32143
Bulls	3	8	3	0.32143
Threshers	3	9	2	0.28571
River Cats	3	9	2	0.28571

The eight year old Little League season is coming to a close. Bug was proud to be a Thresher this spring, despite their losing record. (Tied for last place.) He's made some friends and had a great time, so we all ignored the stats. BUT, here we are suddenly in the semifinals. The heat is on. The moms might need a bottle of wine to stay calm during all this excitement.


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The Threshers lost the semifinal game. They are now focused on the team pool party taking place this weekend. They bounce back quickly!

dizzy, blurry and old