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The Car in the Shop... Again
Apr. 2nd, 2008 10:21 amSteve's car (as we call our car) has a tendency toward rattling. Thus, I'm sitting at Coffee News, a coffee shop/restaurant a block or two from our car mechanic's, waiting for the call that they've removed the heat sheild that had become loose under the car and was making a god-awful racket. I'm going to have to get up soon, though, because I need to pick up Mason in an hour, and if they can't do it by then I'm just going to have to bring the car back later today -- after running about a million errands. There are pictures of Shawn's dad that need to be picked up at ProEX (for the funeral), kitty litter and food to buy (because we leave tomorrow), stuff to drop off in the mail (a book for a fan in Scotland and papers for a student who missed class last night), and an overdue library book that needs returning.
*sigh* I've turned into such a soccer mom.
In the meantime, I haven't written a blasted word on Tate's latest novel. I should never have discovered that my deadline is June. I work so much better under pressure. :-)
Yesterday was "crazy hair day" at Mason's school in honor of Shawn's birthday, otherwise known as April Fool's. I was pleased to discover a lot of the boys in Mason's class participated. Mason was really excited to do it, but, being a couple of lesbians, we had to do a pretty serious hunt around the house to find any PRODUCT to add to his hair. I pull out -- and dusted off -- an old curling iron, and we curled Mason's hair. From the back of the medicine cabniet I found some hairspray that some enterprising Aveda stylist talked me into at some point. It was really cute the way Mason worried over his "curls" all morning until he got to school. A lot of the kids had that cool spray on glitter/color, which one of the students snarkily informed me I "_could_ have gotten at Target" for Mason if I were a better mom (okay, she didn't actually add that last part, but it was said in that four year-old way that implied HER mom was much smarter than I was.)
Shawn's birthday was relatively low key given how she's been feeling about her dad's death -- and the fact that I had to teach last night. But, Mason and I made a cake (pink! Shawn's least favorite color -- long story) and she had various gifts to open (oooh! small boxes!) and flowers delivered to her work (pussy willows! tulips!). So there was some fuss made, which I think she needed.
Another funny story. Last night after class, Shawn and I were talking and laughing about life, the universe, and everything and I teased her that she's been much chattier since her father died. She said, "Actually, I'm between books." I had to laugh. It's good to know I'm second fiddle to a good book. :-)
*sigh* I've turned into such a soccer mom.
In the meantime, I haven't written a blasted word on Tate's latest novel. I should never have discovered that my deadline is June. I work so much better under pressure. :-)
Yesterday was "crazy hair day" at Mason's school in honor of Shawn's birthday, otherwise known as April Fool's. I was pleased to discover a lot of the boys in Mason's class participated. Mason was really excited to do it, but, being a couple of lesbians, we had to do a pretty serious hunt around the house to find any PRODUCT to add to his hair. I pull out -- and dusted off -- an old curling iron, and we curled Mason's hair. From the back of the medicine cabniet I found some hairspray that some enterprising Aveda stylist talked me into at some point. It was really cute the way Mason worried over his "curls" all morning until he got to school. A lot of the kids had that cool spray on glitter/color, which one of the students snarkily informed me I "_could_ have gotten at Target" for Mason if I were a better mom (okay, she didn't actually add that last part, but it was said in that four year-old way that implied HER mom was much smarter than I was.)
Shawn's birthday was relatively low key given how she's been feeling about her dad's death -- and the fact that I had to teach last night. But, Mason and I made a cake (pink! Shawn's least favorite color -- long story) and she had various gifts to open (oooh! small boxes!) and flowers delivered to her work (pussy willows! tulips!). So there was some fuss made, which I think she needed.
Another funny story. Last night after class, Shawn and I were talking and laughing about life, the universe, and everything and I teased her that she's been much chattier since her father died. She said, "Actually, I'm between books." I had to laugh. It's good to know I'm second fiddle to a good book. :-)
