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Nov. 6th, 2012 10:53 amSaturday's soccer game was at nine in the morning. There was heavy frost on the grass. All of us had wet feet as it melted. Delia decided that she doesn't want to play fall soccer ever again because it gets too cold by the end of the season. I think she's forgotten how cold it starts out in the spring. I suppose we'll see what she thinks next summer when it's time to sign up for fall soccer.
Delia's team won the game, 2-1. There were nine girls there, so several were missing. We did the team photo anyway. Hopefully someone will send Scott a copy. The volleyball coach said her picture wasn't that good but that she'd share it with us.
We had about fifteen minutes at home between the soccer game and the volleyball game, just enough time for Delia to change her shoes and her shirt. The volleyball coach lives relatively near us, so she gave us rides to both games.
In volleyball, they have an hour to play and play three to four games, depending on how time goes. Saturday, they only had time for three games. Delia's team won one and lost two. The key to winning right now is successful serving. Not all the girls can do it yet, and returning a serve is really difficult. None of the girls know yet how to hit a ball by raising their hands over their heads. The area of the court is quite small, so a lot of balls go out. The kids (the teams are coed, in theory, but neither Delia's team nor the team they played had any boys) rotate with every serve, with somebody leaving the court and somebody new coming on. The kids still don't remember to do this unprompted, so both coaches were yelling, "Rotate!" a lot.
I made cheddar potato soup from a mix for lunch. I'd have appreciated it more right after the soccer game when I was still freezing, but it was pretty tasty. Delia even ate some. I did discover, unfortunately, that I can't eat that soup and expect to lie down any time within the next three to five hours. I shan't be eating it for dinner, ever.
I experimented with a pork dish for dinner. It was a recipe Scott found online and forwarded to me, cola onion pork. It was uninspired, tasting of nothing much at all. Delia declared that she wasn't going to eat any more of it, so we're going to have to figure out what to feed her while Scott and I eat the rest of the pork.
Sunday morning, I made pancakes. Usually, Scott does that, so I'm not very practiced at things like flipping the pancakes. I had a couple that smeared and a couple that hit the edge of the griddle. I also over greased the griddle. The first couple of batches were practically swimming. They tasted okay, not greasy, so I think I did okay.
Delia didn't eat any pancakes. She almost didn't eat any breakfast at all. A couple of neighborhood kids came by before she was even dressed. She ate and dressed in about ten minutes and was out the door. She never did eat lunch.
Scott arrived home about one. His flight left Sarasota at 6:50, so he'd been on the road for quite a while and was pretty worn out. He still did the grocery shopping because it had to be done, but he was having a lot of trouble focusing.
Scott called in yesterday. He now only gets two call in days every six months. It used to be three. I wish his job had a union. At any rate, he caught up on sleep, and he and I hung out together for most of the day. We had a locksmith in to rekey the locks so that they all use the same key. Unfortunately, none of the copies we had made work, so we're going to have to try again. At least we've got two working keys.
Scott also worked on putting the storm doors back up. That project ran into a big snag-- The sizing on the door frames has changed. The front door opening is now shorter than it was, and the back door opening is now narrower than it was. The front door, Scott thinks he can adapt. The back door, we may have to buy new. There's simply no way for us to make the existing door narrower. That project is getting put off till the weekend.
Scott and I had lunch at Cafe Marie. We both had the cherry chicken sandwich. I ordered for both of us because Scott had to run home to get his phone. He had to go back twice because the first time, we both forgot that I had the only key to the door.
Scott made pasta for dinner. Delia has been agitating for spaghetti for a couple of months. Scott used some leftover chicken and some of the uninspired pork with a jar of Alfredo sauce. I think the noodles were actually soba noodles that we bought several years ago. We thought we had spaghetti, but there was none to be found.
After dinner, we went out to run some errands. Delia uses a heated rice pack at night when it's chilly, and the cloth of the bag is starting to develop holes. We went to JoAnn's to pick out some fabric for a replacement. Delia spent quite a while deciding on the cloth. She wanted a fabric that would reflect her interest in sports, and we couldn't find much of the sort. She settled on a fabric with volleyballs and the word 'girl' on it.
Then we went to Target. Delia's knee socks are wearing dreadfully thin in the heels, and her other socks are too short to wear with most of her pants. She's at that awkward between sizes stage. Size eight pants are getting short, but she can't possibly wear size ten because they're too long and too big in the hips and waist. We also wanted to get volleyball knee pads. Unfortunately, they only had adult sizes. The 'small/medium' was the smallest and looked like Delia could get both legs into it. Scott will have to go to a sporting goods store to look for the right size.
Scott and his siblings are talking about how to get their parents home. The car and all their baggage are the real sticking points. They can ship the car for about six hundred dollars, but they can't have anything visibly in it, and it's effectively a station wagon, and they have so much stuff that the entire back seat is filled. Scott's sister has suggested shipping part of the way by train. Her husband would go down and drive the car to a place near Orlando. He and the car would get on the train for about seventeen hours, making the trip to, I think, DC. Then he would drive the car the rest of the way home. So far, it's the most workable plan. Scott's parents have to be out of their condo by the fifth of December because they have tenants coming then. If Scott's father's still not cleared to travel, they'll have to find some place else down there to stay.
There's no school today, but I got us up at school time anyway because I wanted to vote in the morning. I hoped that going around nine would put us after the before work rush, and I didn't dare put it off too long because Delia's got a dental appointment this afternoon. That'll eat about three hours of our day.
The line was relatively long, stretching from the school's gym back almost to the doors into the kindergarten wing. Well, I should say, the line for our precinct was long. Precinct six which also votes at the school had almost no line. Still, the line moved along relatively quickly. I think it took less than an hour from getting in line to putting on the I voted sticker. Delia was remarkably patient about the whole thing. She brought a book, but she found it awkward to read while standing in line.
Scott has errands he wants to run tonight, but I told him he'd better put them off until after he votes. He gets off work between three and four and takes half an hour to get home. If he goes straight to the polls, he can beat the after work rush and not have to wait quite so long. If he looks for knee pads, looks into getting the keys replaced and picks up Lego Lord of the Rings for the Wii (what genius put the release for that on election day? I mean, really), he won't get there until well after five.
Delia's team won the game, 2-1. There were nine girls there, so several were missing. We did the team photo anyway. Hopefully someone will send Scott a copy. The volleyball coach said her picture wasn't that good but that she'd share it with us.
We had about fifteen minutes at home between the soccer game and the volleyball game, just enough time for Delia to change her shoes and her shirt. The volleyball coach lives relatively near us, so she gave us rides to both games.
In volleyball, they have an hour to play and play three to four games, depending on how time goes. Saturday, they only had time for three games. Delia's team won one and lost two. The key to winning right now is successful serving. Not all the girls can do it yet, and returning a serve is really difficult. None of the girls know yet how to hit a ball by raising their hands over their heads. The area of the court is quite small, so a lot of balls go out. The kids (the teams are coed, in theory, but neither Delia's team nor the team they played had any boys) rotate with every serve, with somebody leaving the court and somebody new coming on. The kids still don't remember to do this unprompted, so both coaches were yelling, "Rotate!" a lot.
I made cheddar potato soup from a mix for lunch. I'd have appreciated it more right after the soccer game when I was still freezing, but it was pretty tasty. Delia even ate some. I did discover, unfortunately, that I can't eat that soup and expect to lie down any time within the next three to five hours. I shan't be eating it for dinner, ever.
I experimented with a pork dish for dinner. It was a recipe Scott found online and forwarded to me, cola onion pork. It was uninspired, tasting of nothing much at all. Delia declared that she wasn't going to eat any more of it, so we're going to have to figure out what to feed her while Scott and I eat the rest of the pork.
Sunday morning, I made pancakes. Usually, Scott does that, so I'm not very practiced at things like flipping the pancakes. I had a couple that smeared and a couple that hit the edge of the griddle. I also over greased the griddle. The first couple of batches were practically swimming. They tasted okay, not greasy, so I think I did okay.
Delia didn't eat any pancakes. She almost didn't eat any breakfast at all. A couple of neighborhood kids came by before she was even dressed. She ate and dressed in about ten minutes and was out the door. She never did eat lunch.
Scott arrived home about one. His flight left Sarasota at 6:50, so he'd been on the road for quite a while and was pretty worn out. He still did the grocery shopping because it had to be done, but he was having a lot of trouble focusing.
Scott called in yesterday. He now only gets two call in days every six months. It used to be three. I wish his job had a union. At any rate, he caught up on sleep, and he and I hung out together for most of the day. We had a locksmith in to rekey the locks so that they all use the same key. Unfortunately, none of the copies we had made work, so we're going to have to try again. At least we've got two working keys.
Scott also worked on putting the storm doors back up. That project ran into a big snag-- The sizing on the door frames has changed. The front door opening is now shorter than it was, and the back door opening is now narrower than it was. The front door, Scott thinks he can adapt. The back door, we may have to buy new. There's simply no way for us to make the existing door narrower. That project is getting put off till the weekend.
Scott and I had lunch at Cafe Marie. We both had the cherry chicken sandwich. I ordered for both of us because Scott had to run home to get his phone. He had to go back twice because the first time, we both forgot that I had the only key to the door.
Scott made pasta for dinner. Delia has been agitating for spaghetti for a couple of months. Scott used some leftover chicken and some of the uninspired pork with a jar of Alfredo sauce. I think the noodles were actually soba noodles that we bought several years ago. We thought we had spaghetti, but there was none to be found.
After dinner, we went out to run some errands. Delia uses a heated rice pack at night when it's chilly, and the cloth of the bag is starting to develop holes. We went to JoAnn's to pick out some fabric for a replacement. Delia spent quite a while deciding on the cloth. She wanted a fabric that would reflect her interest in sports, and we couldn't find much of the sort. She settled on a fabric with volleyballs and the word 'girl' on it.
Then we went to Target. Delia's knee socks are wearing dreadfully thin in the heels, and her other socks are too short to wear with most of her pants. She's at that awkward between sizes stage. Size eight pants are getting short, but she can't possibly wear size ten because they're too long and too big in the hips and waist. We also wanted to get volleyball knee pads. Unfortunately, they only had adult sizes. The 'small/medium' was the smallest and looked like Delia could get both legs into it. Scott will have to go to a sporting goods store to look for the right size.
Scott and his siblings are talking about how to get their parents home. The car and all their baggage are the real sticking points. They can ship the car for about six hundred dollars, but they can't have anything visibly in it, and it's effectively a station wagon, and they have so much stuff that the entire back seat is filled. Scott's sister has suggested shipping part of the way by train. Her husband would go down and drive the car to a place near Orlando. He and the car would get on the train for about seventeen hours, making the trip to, I think, DC. Then he would drive the car the rest of the way home. So far, it's the most workable plan. Scott's parents have to be out of their condo by the fifth of December because they have tenants coming then. If Scott's father's still not cleared to travel, they'll have to find some place else down there to stay.
There's no school today, but I got us up at school time anyway because I wanted to vote in the morning. I hoped that going around nine would put us after the before work rush, and I didn't dare put it off too long because Delia's got a dental appointment this afternoon. That'll eat about three hours of our day.
The line was relatively long, stretching from the school's gym back almost to the doors into the kindergarten wing. Well, I should say, the line for our precinct was long. Precinct six which also votes at the school had almost no line. Still, the line moved along relatively quickly. I think it took less than an hour from getting in line to putting on the I voted sticker. Delia was remarkably patient about the whole thing. She brought a book, but she found it awkward to read while standing in line.
Scott has errands he wants to run tonight, but I told him he'd better put them off until after he votes. He gets off work between three and four and takes half an hour to get home. If he goes straight to the polls, he can beat the after work rush and not have to wait quite so long. If he looks for knee pads, looks into getting the keys replaced and picks up Lego Lord of the Rings for the Wii (what genius put the release for that on election day? I mean, really), he won't get there until well after five.
