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Apr. 18th, 2012 10:04 amToday a family that lives near us is moving to Indianapolis. We'll miss them. Delia played a lot with their four year old (the friendship worked. It puzzled me, but it worked) and was in the same class as their older daughter. The mother and I used to go out for lunch about once a month. That tended to be a big deal for me-- I can't get out very easily on my own (not driving makes many things harder. Add in agoraphobia, and you have a recipe for a shut in), and I don't know very many people who aren't busy with work.
Meg and I had one final lunch out last week, on Wednesday. We went to Red Robin. The food was okay but not great. We didn't linger because she still had massive amounts of packing to do.
Saturday was Delia's first soccer game. It was at the field next to her school. Some of us, including the coaches, got there about an hour early to take care of paperwork and get the kids their t-shirts. Fortunately, it was a little chilly. The kids didn't mind wearing two shirts (there wasn't anywhere to go to change).
The team was short a few players when it came time for the game to start. The other team loaned us two players for the first half, until the missing girls showed up. At the end of the game, there were eight girls on Delia's team (and one girl expected who didn't show up). All the girls were exhausted because they didn't get the breaks they're used to. Most teams play girls for half of each quarter, but this team doesn't have enough players to switch off like that.
After the game, we went to Briarwood. Scott needed to buy glasses, and I wanted to take Delia to The Body Shop. My sister's mother gave Delia some shower gel and lotion for Christmas, and Delia really liked them. They were small bottles, so they're gone now. I thought that more shower gel might make a good birthday present. Of course, Delia was with me, so it ended up being a month early birthday present. I have no willpower.
Getting to Briarwood proved more complicated than we expected. We got to Main Street and found it bumper to bumper. Apparently the football team had done some sort of exhibition game as a fundraiser for the University's children's hospital, and we had the poor timing to head through town just after the game ended. The possibility of such a thing hadn't occurred to us. In the fall, we know to check the football schedule, but in April, not so much.
After we got home, Delia's four year old friend (the one mentioned above) came over for a last sleepover. Her mother had asked if we could take her because the mother was going to be out of town and wanted to make things easier on the father. The four year old ended up sleeping in Delia's bed (which she'd have been happy to share with Delia) while Delia slept on an air mattress on the floor. Delia was near tears at one point because she couldn't fall asleep. She wanted her bed back.
Sunday, Scott worked. We're hoping that him working this weekend will make getting next Saturday off easier. We need next Saturday badly enough that he'll call in if he has to, but it's better not to have to. Next Saturday is the Science Olympiad. I'll be there all day. Scott and Delia will be there in the morning but will leave in the afternoon to get Delia to her soccer game. I'll be stuck at Pioneer (one of the local high schools) until after the game.
Monday was our last Estimania practice. We did another timed worksheet for the kids. Delia did poorly. She hasn't memorized her unit conversions, so an ounces to pounds question got her, and Scott asked her to pour out twelve centiliters of water. She had no idea what a centiliter was and was too rattled to logic it out as 120 milliliters. I'm afraid we've done the kids a disservice by not starting the worksheets sooner.
Delia is pretty adamant that she doesn't want to actually compete in Estimania on Saturday. I'm torn. On the one hand, it's supposed to be fun, and she's miserable. On the other hand, she committed to it, and I don't want to teach her that she can get out of commitments easily. Some of this is my fault. I haven't made her memorize the things she needs to know.
Yesterday was our first soccer practice (the one last week was cancelled due to cold weather). Delia didn't want to go because her school was having a special thing-- They had nine holes of putt putt golf set up in the gym and were charging three dollars a round. They were also showing a free movie and selling snacks. Soccer practice ran 6:00-7:30. Putt putt night ran 6:00-8:00. We promised Delia she could have that last half hour at the school, and she played two rounds with one of her friends.
I went home at about five to eight. I was worn out with standing for so long (I expected that we'd be practicing in the same part of the field where we played. There are sideline benches there. Instead, we practiced on the opposite end of the field, much nearer the school and playground, because the school has goals set up there). Delia apparently got very upset at not getting any snacks. Scott would have bought her something, but she asked him after the parents selling snacks had started to pack up.
Meg and I had one final lunch out last week, on Wednesday. We went to Red Robin. The food was okay but not great. We didn't linger because she still had massive amounts of packing to do.
Saturday was Delia's first soccer game. It was at the field next to her school. Some of us, including the coaches, got there about an hour early to take care of paperwork and get the kids their t-shirts. Fortunately, it was a little chilly. The kids didn't mind wearing two shirts (there wasn't anywhere to go to change).
The team was short a few players when it came time for the game to start. The other team loaned us two players for the first half, until the missing girls showed up. At the end of the game, there were eight girls on Delia's team (and one girl expected who didn't show up). All the girls were exhausted because they didn't get the breaks they're used to. Most teams play girls for half of each quarter, but this team doesn't have enough players to switch off like that.
After the game, we went to Briarwood. Scott needed to buy glasses, and I wanted to take Delia to The Body Shop. My sister's mother gave Delia some shower gel and lotion for Christmas, and Delia really liked them. They were small bottles, so they're gone now. I thought that more shower gel might make a good birthday present. Of course, Delia was with me, so it ended up being a month early birthday present. I have no willpower.
Getting to Briarwood proved more complicated than we expected. We got to Main Street and found it bumper to bumper. Apparently the football team had done some sort of exhibition game as a fundraiser for the University's children's hospital, and we had the poor timing to head through town just after the game ended. The possibility of such a thing hadn't occurred to us. In the fall, we know to check the football schedule, but in April, not so much.
After we got home, Delia's four year old friend (the one mentioned above) came over for a last sleepover. Her mother had asked if we could take her because the mother was going to be out of town and wanted to make things easier on the father. The four year old ended up sleeping in Delia's bed (which she'd have been happy to share with Delia) while Delia slept on an air mattress on the floor. Delia was near tears at one point because she couldn't fall asleep. She wanted her bed back.
Sunday, Scott worked. We're hoping that him working this weekend will make getting next Saturday off easier. We need next Saturday badly enough that he'll call in if he has to, but it's better not to have to. Next Saturday is the Science Olympiad. I'll be there all day. Scott and Delia will be there in the morning but will leave in the afternoon to get Delia to her soccer game. I'll be stuck at Pioneer (one of the local high schools) until after the game.
Monday was our last Estimania practice. We did another timed worksheet for the kids. Delia did poorly. She hasn't memorized her unit conversions, so an ounces to pounds question got her, and Scott asked her to pour out twelve centiliters of water. She had no idea what a centiliter was and was too rattled to logic it out as 120 milliliters. I'm afraid we've done the kids a disservice by not starting the worksheets sooner.
Delia is pretty adamant that she doesn't want to actually compete in Estimania on Saturday. I'm torn. On the one hand, it's supposed to be fun, and she's miserable. On the other hand, she committed to it, and I don't want to teach her that she can get out of commitments easily. Some of this is my fault. I haven't made her memorize the things she needs to know.
Yesterday was our first soccer practice (the one last week was cancelled due to cold weather). Delia didn't want to go because her school was having a special thing-- They had nine holes of putt putt golf set up in the gym and were charging three dollars a round. They were also showing a free movie and selling snacks. Soccer practice ran 6:00-7:30. Putt putt night ran 6:00-8:00. We promised Delia she could have that last half hour at the school, and she played two rounds with one of her friends.
I went home at about five to eight. I was worn out with standing for so long (I expected that we'd be practicing in the same part of the field where we played. There are sideline benches there. Instead, we practiced on the opposite end of the field, much nearer the school and playground, because the school has goals set up there). Delia apparently got very upset at not getting any snacks. Scott would have bought her something, but she asked him after the parents selling snacks had started to pack up.
