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Quiet Nest
6/4/09 08:26It's spring break. In years past this meant children lolling around the house watching Too Much TV (and Spouse complaining about it). It meant the spinning of not-gonna-happen-pie-in-the-sky plans for visits or trips or vacations (usually on the part of Avocado, whose ambition frequently outstrips our budget or my energy). It meant a complete and total disruption of my work/life schedule.
This year: Sarcasm Girl has disappeared into the mists of True Love, and is at her boyfriend's place until Wednesday night, when we're all going to the opening Giants game together. And Avocado, of the vast and ambitious plans? She signed up to be a program assistant for a Girl Scout camp, and is spending Monday-Friday from 9-4 in the Presidio, being a counselor to a bunch of tiny, cute Daisies, as they explore the Presidio. Other than packing her a lunch (and providing money for the Tactile Dome at the Exploratorium, where the camp has a Friday field trip and A and one of her fellow Program Aides are going to stay late) I have no responsibilities.
Well, there's the dog, of course, but that's an every day thing, and factored in. I'm waiting for the next flurry of freelance stuff to come over my email, but there's a possibility that I might get some writing done, too. Is this the shape of things to come?
This year: Sarcasm Girl has disappeared into the mists of True Love, and is at her boyfriend's place until Wednesday night, when we're all going to the opening Giants game together. And Avocado, of the vast and ambitious plans? She signed up to be a program assistant for a Girl Scout camp, and is spending Monday-Friday from 9-4 in the Presidio, being a counselor to a bunch of tiny, cute Daisies, as they explore the Presidio. Other than packing her a lunch (and providing money for the Tactile Dome at the Exploratorium, where the camp has a Friday field trip and A and one of her fellow Program Aides are going to stay late) I have no responsibilities.
Well, there's the dog, of course, but that's an every day thing, and factored in. I'm waiting for the next flurry of freelance stuff to come over my email, but there's a possibility that I might get some writing done, too. Is this the shape of things to come?