Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Yikes, a whole week?
It's 5:22a. I can't even remember the last time I got up this early--although considering how ineffective my brain is when first pried from the refuge of my Good Old Friendly Bed, I would probably not remember it if it had happened last week.
Mike has his yearly check-up with his Denver neurologist on the 14th. So Mike needs to have a blood draw so they can check things like med dosage levels, liver function, and general routine health thingies.
Tragically for me, at least one of these tests require a fasting level sample. This didn't used to be a problem, but Mike's developed that crazy early bird syndrome, where he sometimes pops out of bed hours ahead of me (duh) and the clone. So in order to be sure he "remembers" (complies with) the need to postpone breakfast, I am essentially up at a completely inappropriate hour to guard the refrigerator.
*sigh*
So where the heck did the last week get to? Well, last Thursday was the last day of school for the kids in our district. Caro is still finalizing her librarian year, of course, as are most of the other school personnel. Then next week her summer reading program begins, which will occupy her every weekday morning for the month of June. Read and Bead, she calls it, as she found having a craft component helps lure in the not-so-much reading faction. Since at least part of the purpose of the program is to help smooth the entrance of the fledgling middle schoolers-to-be, and make the library feel like the sanctuary the Goddess intended, this is a Good Thing.
We didn't go anywhere or do anything exciting for the holiday weekend. There was supposed to be a sort of recycling event in town, where folks stuck things they didn't need out on the curb for others to take away. Sadly, it was poorly promoted and the pickings were extremely slim. We did score an electric footbath and a light up Christmas tree that so far doesn't, but might once I find our stash of replacement lights and fill in the missing and broken ones.
The coolest find wasn't really part of the event, just serendipitous timing. At the Safeway, the produce manager was pulling out six-packs of bedding plants to discard, on the grounds that no one was likely to pay money for the ones where there were only 1-3 viable looking plantlings left. He kindly let us take all we wanted. So we toted home about 4 flats worth of assorted petunias and marigolds, plus a few sad little lobelias, for the Garden of Art, Science and Technology. So far quite a few are still alive!
On Memorial Day, they baled up the first cutting of alfalfa in the field across the road from our house:
That green lump right on the edge of the foreground is the crown cluster of our mighty red maple. As you can see, our own mowing operations have been going well, at last.
Bales, and Nimbus '95, and part of the non-lighting Christmas tree.
Hmm, 6:15 and Mike is still snoozing. The lab opens at 7, so this may work out relatively painlessly after all!
More on this early-breaking news story as it develops.
Mike has his yearly check-up with his Denver neurologist on the 14th. So Mike needs to have a blood draw so they can check things like med dosage levels, liver function, and general routine health thingies.
Tragically for me, at least one of these tests require a fasting level sample. This didn't used to be a problem, but Mike's developed that crazy early bird syndrome, where he sometimes pops out of bed hours ahead of me (duh) and the clone. So in order to be sure he "remembers" (complies with) the need to postpone breakfast, I am essentially up at a completely inappropriate hour to guard the refrigerator.
*sigh*
So where the heck did the last week get to? Well, last Thursday was the last day of school for the kids in our district. Caro is still finalizing her librarian year, of course, as are most of the other school personnel. Then next week her summer reading program begins, which will occupy her every weekday morning for the month of June. Read and Bead, she calls it, as she found having a craft component helps lure in the not-so-much reading faction. Since at least part of the purpose of the program is to help smooth the entrance of the fledgling middle schoolers-to-be, and make the library feel like the sanctuary the Goddess intended, this is a Good Thing.
We didn't go anywhere or do anything exciting for the holiday weekend. There was supposed to be a sort of recycling event in town, where folks stuck things they didn't need out on the curb for others to take away. Sadly, it was poorly promoted and the pickings were extremely slim. We did score an electric footbath and a light up Christmas tree that so far doesn't, but might once I find our stash of replacement lights and fill in the missing and broken ones.
The coolest find wasn't really part of the event, just serendipitous timing. At the Safeway, the produce manager was pulling out six-packs of bedding plants to discard, on the grounds that no one was likely to pay money for the ones where there were only 1-3 viable looking plantlings left. He kindly let us take all we wanted. So we toted home about 4 flats worth of assorted petunias and marigolds, plus a few sad little lobelias, for the Garden of Art, Science and Technology. So far quite a few are still alive!
On Memorial Day, they baled up the first cutting of alfalfa in the field across the road from our house:
That green lump right on the edge of the foreground is the crown cluster of our mighty red maple. As you can see, our own mowing operations have been going well, at last.
Bales, and Nimbus '95, and part of the non-lighting Christmas tree.
Hmm, 6:15 and Mike is still snoozing. The lab opens at 7, so this may work out relatively painlessly after all!
More on this early-breaking news story as it develops.
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