Thanks! It was nice. Emmett was very laudatory and praising - which means more to her than anything.
He talked specifically about coming late to appreciating academic accomplishment, but that he's pulled good grades himself the last couple years of college and he takes a lot of satisfaction from that.
In Other Matilda News, she made her own Halloween costume this year! She and JZ picked up various bits and bobs from the art supply store and Matilda got out her glue gun and got to work.
For as often as I regret the pernicious effects of smart phones on kids today, I will say that Matilda gets a tremendous amount from YouTube tutorials. JZ models it, of course, but Matilda is very hands-on and crafty and unafraid to get in and make something.
Go Matilda!
I'm sick with something I caught at Disney despite liberal use of hand sanitizer. I'd really love to take a week and do a staycation to recover from everything, but I don't see that happening anytime soon.
I'ma get pot pie for lunch.
Mmmm, pot pie. Now that I'm no longer in lots of pain nor on opioids, my diminished appetite has returned to normal levels of "yes, please can I have some more". Problematic for "the next theee months I'll be scooting around on a knee scooter or sitting on a couch" level of activity.
Also, yay Matilda!
Pot pie sounds great, though maybe better tomorrow, when it's back down into the 60s and raining.
Why do I start conversations with my coworker? I should know it will just end in pain.
I just lost my temper at roommate Rosemary -- took her and the cat to the vet, having discussed that I'd do a few short errands and then swing back to pick them up -- "text me when you're done!"
Result: I went back to the vet office, asked what room she was in, vet tech said that the cat was on a tech visit and that R wasn't on the premises. OK, I say to myself, she went on her own errand -- this is in a handy location with lots of stores -- text her, and wait, and wait, and wait. For 15 minutes, until my timer for the meter ran out. Finally, I call her number, which goes right to voicemail. Huh.
Go up to the front desk again, ask specifically if Jack (the cat) is done -- oh no, he ISN'T on the premises either. (Which they didn't tell me the first time.)
Not only did she go home without me (having agreed several times that I'd pick her up), she didn't text to say she was doing it, and then she turned her phone off when she got home.
