In theory I'm unpacking.

So far it is only a theory.

Will most of his current classmates be going to the same school, Hec?

Yep. His school district is 3 elementary, 1 middle and 1 high school. So all of his classmates go to the same middle school, plus a bunch of kids from he knows from baseball and summer camp that go to the other elementary schools.

The sixth graders are purposefully isolated in Middle school in their own wing and only really interact with the upper classmen during lunch. But still, it will be nice for him and Maggie to be in the same school. Among other things, that means I can do back to school night with his godparents.

Back from the Giants game where we won 8-0. Emmett's seen Matt Cain pitch twice this year without giving up a run. (The first was the Giants/A's game at the F2F in the Suzi Suite.) Cain ought to buy us tickets for all his starts.

Gorgeous day at the park. I hadn't been there in a while and forgot how nice it is to have a promenade. Makes the whole game experience so much nicer to be able to walk around in the sunshine (drinking a margarita) and watching the game or looking out on the bay.

In theory I'm unpacking.

Today is Buffista Moving Day Par Excellence. ND/Kristin, Emily S., P-Cow...

Raq, those are great. I'll just have to figure out what sizes I want for Liv and O.

Ben's going into fifth grade, but that's Middle School, in our town (it isn't in any of the surrounding towns, and I hate that it is, in our town).

I just got into a bit of a row with our building's handyman, as they've been doing a lot of work on the apartment. Work that needs to be done, mind you, but it includes a lot of paintin, and I'm quite concerned about the effects of the fumes on S's health right now.

The handyman tried to say that the building inspector (who ordered these repairs) doesn't care about our problems. I told he can get me the damned phone number, and I'll make him care.

Hi everyone.

Just got back from Maine. It was a fun trip -- lay on the beach and read The Thornbirds, went boogie-boarding, drooled over some surfboards that there's no way I can afford to buy, walked through a wildlife preserve and failed to see a single animal, went shopping, ate yummy food, went roller-blading, and generally relaxed. Also went kayaking and nearly hit a Coast Guard boat, but then a few minutes later, we were nearly hit by a Secret Service boat. (W was in K'port this weekend. Security was nuts -- way more than I remember from when his father was president.)

Hil, how was the weather over the weekend? We left York, Friday, to be home for a family reunion.

Go you with the fierce and protective, Sean.

Emmett and I are slounging about watching Venture Brothers all on our own, because Hec is an utterly sterling human being and has gone to drive Emily to Bed Bath & Beyond and Trader Joe's. She called looking for assistance in tracking down a shower curtain, and sounded all sorts of wiped out and overwhelmed with the move and unpacking and the school year starting tomorrow morning, so now she's getting a chauffeur for household goods and treatful foods. She has a cat and everything, but Hec doesn't care.

t crushing on own husband

Wrod, minus the "Big Love" overtones...he's all yours, JZ.