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Busy, Busy, Busy, Dammit
16/6/09 19:10This morning, as I was trotting off to pick up the City-Car-Share car to take Avocado for her physical, she noted that I was a little crabby. Well, sure; the roads were full of more than the usual number of DWS (driving while stupid), plus I had various things to get done in two hours, by which time the car had to be returned. The kid's tires were kicked and her health declared excellent. This meant we could copy her health report and send it off to the camp (only a month late...what do you want from me?). Plus, I had to mail off a package and buy some food. Returned the car two minutes before it was due, so I rule.
By this time Emily was craving a walk in the worst way, but I had to set up a conference call with the Spouse and a business advisor about, like, business and stuff. So it was almost two before Emily the Anxious got to go chase balls for an hour. She was grateful. Then I packed the duffles. This has been, as noted earlier, an ongoing battle. The girl wants specific things, but doesn't want to interrupt her social schedule to organize them. Finally, yesterday, we got the piles of stuff set up, so today was basically just checking things off the list as they went into the duffles. Which meant we discovered a few things that hadn't gone into the piles, and there was some stress about that.
Meanwhile, I arranged for Emily's physical--is there a theme developing here?--and Avocado's gala birthday visit to Great Adventure tomorrow. Astute readers may recall that the girl's 13th birthday was on the same day as a friend's bar mitzvah, so we promised that at some future time there would be jollity. The bill has come due, jollity-wise, and tomorrow I'm driving A and two of her buddies down to Great America; I will stay within quick driving distance, but I'm going to let the three of them ride roller coasters and be giddy without me. Am searching for a coffee shop nearby, where I will establish myself and get lots of work done.
And Thursday the duffles go to UPS and Avocado and I head off to the East Coast.
By this time Emily was craving a walk in the worst way, but I had to set up a conference call with the Spouse and a business advisor about, like, business and stuff. So it was almost two before Emily the Anxious got to go chase balls for an hour. She was grateful. Then I packed the duffles. This has been, as noted earlier, an ongoing battle. The girl wants specific things, but doesn't want to interrupt her social schedule to organize them. Finally, yesterday, we got the piles of stuff set up, so today was basically just checking things off the list as they went into the duffles. Which meant we discovered a few things that hadn't gone into the piles, and there was some stress about that.
Meanwhile, I arranged for Emily's physical--is there a theme developing here?--and Avocado's gala birthday visit to Great Adventure tomorrow. Astute readers may recall that the girl's 13th birthday was on the same day as a friend's bar mitzvah, so we promised that at some future time there would be jollity. The bill has come due, jollity-wise, and tomorrow I'm driving A and two of her buddies down to Great America; I will stay within quick driving distance, but I'm going to let the three of them ride roller coasters and be giddy without me. Am searching for a coffee shop nearby, where I will establish myself and get lots of work done.
And Thursday the duffles go to UPS and Avocado and I head off to the East Coast.