I have not! OK, back on the list. Maybe under petting otters and seeing shrines in Japan...

An awesome time to be living vicariously through meara.

Good try, mac! I was ever so grateful that my boys weren't as good at parental subterfuge as I was. I feared Karma.

Sadly, I think Sara is almost as good as I was, but she's also not quite as brave. Brave? Reckless? I don't know.

She and her friends do seem to do things differently than we did. By ninth grade, I don't remember a lot of sleepovers, and these girls rotate between houses constantly. There are also a lot of sort of official "parties" where a kid's parent is home and supervising, but it's just casual mixed evenings with snacks and music, I guess. Which is good! I guess.

Timelies all!

There was a community event, where we got a bunch of old paperwork shredded. I then got a couple inches trimmed off my hair, and we had lunch. We are now trying to get Mr. S to take a nap.

(earlier he decided he wanted to wear his costume around the house. Silly boy)

The veggie sandwich I picked up for lunch has pieces of chicken stuck to the bottom. Not a problem for me except as a sign of lax care in kitchen prep, but I suspect a vegetarian ordering this as a meal would be rather peeved.

Given my brother & SIL, my nephews will have to up their game to epic proportions. I don't think Dominic has it in him. Tyler? I think he might give it a go, but even his chaos has an order to it. His stubbornness, however, is going to make for interesting times. He matches his parents, and his mother in rage.

Ripped up a bag of ivy. Am now sneezing. I hate leaves.

Dancing at the library this afternoon. Pretty low key, but likely to be the most people I actually know in the audience. Got an hour still before I'm supposed to be there, and an hour and a half of prep with the troupe before we go on - kind of at a loose ends for the moment.

Oh, whoops, I haven't done my daily meditation yet. That's probably a good idea.

Tomorrow will be all about the yard work and housework I have been neglecting...

I have succeeded in getting the wax out of my carpet, but it was a highly dyed candle. Of course it was deep maroon, and it dripped onto a beige carpet. So I've got a pinky stain on the carpet, which is a thousand times better than the small pile of maroon wax. A stain remover will probably make a dent in it.

I bought a heat gun for the purpose and bought the second cheapest one, because it had a much lower bottom setting than the cheapest one, 250 vs 700.

So now I have a heat gun. I probably shouldn't start looking around my place and musing "Will it melt?"

Made it through my father's funeral and finally gave up on family time and came downstairs alone to watch tv for a bit. This is the part that's especially exhausting -- all the together time. Yikes.

Sorry, Jesse.

Unhugs to you.