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I went from the hospital to Delia's pre-school to do more work on the inventory. I need another four or five hours to finish the project. I'm concerned because, starting Monday, there'll be kids in there every day. There's no way for me to get in to finish before Monday, though. I'll just have to aim for Monday.
I'm a bit depressed about how many of the books seem to have walked off. I've got about two hundred missing volumes so far (some of them don't greatly concern me-- losing one version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears when we still have two others or one of six copies of Little Rabbit Foo Foo just doesn't seem urgent, but about two thirds of the missing volumes are only copies), and I'm only in the Ms. Some of those books are probably with the teacher, but others... Check out is purely on the honor system. I suspect that kids grab things, and the parents don't know where they came from (I haven't managed to property stamp everything, and even that will only help if people look for the mark). The pre-school rooms are also used for Sunday school, so the pre-school families aren't the only ones who might have borrowed books. They're just the only ones I can ask to return things.
My intention is to compile a list of what's missing and give it to the teacher. After she's checked to see what she has, I'll send the list to those families I can find from last year. (I have no idea if anybody's kept last year's e-mail list. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.)
I also have to find time next week to catalog the volumes that the inventory has turned up that aren't in our catalog yet. That's about thirty titles so far. I need to repair some books as well and to spend time putting together the display shelves for the September themes. I e-mailed the teacher with several questions, including one about the September themes, and got answers to about half the questions. Surprisingly, she didn't address that one. I'd have expected that to be one of the easiest to answer (plus, it's the one I listed first). Oh, well. I'll go with what I'm inferring from the monthly curriculum. That'll give me more than enough books to fill the display.
My mother-in-law and Delia came to get me about three. They'd visited a resale shop and gotten Delia some dresses and a flannel lined raincoat. When we got home, Delia showed off her new clothes, and I discovered that Squishy Pooh Bear had not made the trip home.
Delia cried when I told her, but I thought it was better to do it then than to wait until bedtime for her to notice. And she *would* notice. My mother-in-law promised to look for the bear when she got home.
I had a five o'clock appointment with my social worker psychotherapist, so Scott had to come home to take me there (I need an hour and a half to get there by bus). My mother-in-law called to say that she'd found the bear. He was sitting with her collection of teddy bears on the bed in the guest room. She had to go out, so she put the bear between her front door and the storm door, and after dropping me off, Scott and Delia headed north to get the bear.
When my appointment was over, I went to the closest restaurant, a Denny's, to eat something and wait. I could have tried getting a bus home, but it was after six which means the buses run less frequently, and it was still raining. I thought that I'd rather sit and read for a couple of hours than spend all of that time on buses.
I miscalculated about what was safe for me to eat, though. I avoided getting a hamburger because I was concerned about heartburn due to the grease. Sadly, I ended up with a different form of indigestion, one I'm less equipped to do anything about. Food that just sits there, promising misery if I do anything to provoke it, is a lot more miserable than food that actually attacks.
At any rate, I didn't get to sleep until quite late, so I wasn't surprised to wake up with a migraine on Tuesday. It took me about three hours and judicious application of water, caffeine, anaprox and imitrex to feel human again and to be willing to risk food.
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cherydactyl and her kids came over for a playdate. Delia enjoyed that hugely and didn't want to see them go home. Fortunately, by then, I was feeling mostly okay. I think cherydactyl realized that I was low energy because she took over a lot of the child supervision work. We both read a bit, and we talked a bit, and the kids ran wild.
I'm a bit depressed about how many of the books seem to have walked off. I've got about two hundred missing volumes so far (some of them don't greatly concern me-- losing one version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears when we still have two others or one of six copies of Little Rabbit Foo Foo just doesn't seem urgent, but about two thirds of the missing volumes are only copies), and I'm only in the Ms. Some of those books are probably with the teacher, but others... Check out is purely on the honor system. I suspect that kids grab things, and the parents don't know where they came from (I haven't managed to property stamp everything, and even that will only help if people look for the mark). The pre-school rooms are also used for Sunday school, so the pre-school families aren't the only ones who might have borrowed books. They're just the only ones I can ask to return things.
My intention is to compile a list of what's missing and give it to the teacher. After she's checked to see what she has, I'll send the list to those families I can find from last year. (I have no idea if anybody's kept last year's e-mail list. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.)
I also have to find time next week to catalog the volumes that the inventory has turned up that aren't in our catalog yet. That's about thirty titles so far. I need to repair some books as well and to spend time putting together the display shelves for the September themes. I e-mailed the teacher with several questions, including one about the September themes, and got answers to about half the questions. Surprisingly, she didn't address that one. I'd have expected that to be one of the easiest to answer (plus, it's the one I listed first). Oh, well. I'll go with what I'm inferring from the monthly curriculum. That'll give me more than enough books to fill the display.
My mother-in-law and Delia came to get me about three. They'd visited a resale shop and gotten Delia some dresses and a flannel lined raincoat. When we got home, Delia showed off her new clothes, and I discovered that Squishy Pooh Bear had not made the trip home.
Delia cried when I told her, but I thought it was better to do it then than to wait until bedtime for her to notice. And she *would* notice. My mother-in-law promised to look for the bear when she got home.
I had a five o'clock appointment with my social worker psychotherapist, so Scott had to come home to take me there (I need an hour and a half to get there by bus). My mother-in-law called to say that she'd found the bear. He was sitting with her collection of teddy bears on the bed in the guest room. She had to go out, so she put the bear between her front door and the storm door, and after dropping me off, Scott and Delia headed north to get the bear.
When my appointment was over, I went to the closest restaurant, a Denny's, to eat something and wait. I could have tried getting a bus home, but it was after six which means the buses run less frequently, and it was still raining. I thought that I'd rather sit and read for a couple of hours than spend all of that time on buses.
I miscalculated about what was safe for me to eat, though. I avoided getting a hamburger because I was concerned about heartburn due to the grease. Sadly, I ended up with a different form of indigestion, one I'm less equipped to do anything about. Food that just sits there, promising misery if I do anything to provoke it, is a lot more miserable than food that actually attacks.
At any rate, I didn't get to sleep until quite late, so I wasn't surprised to wake up with a migraine on Tuesday. It took me about three hours and judicious application of water, caffeine, anaprox and imitrex to feel human again and to be willing to risk food.
About one,
cherydactyl and her kids came over for a playdate. Delia enjoyed that hugely and didn't want to see them go home. Fortunately, by then, I was feeling mostly okay. I think cherydactyl realized that I was low energy because she took over a lot of the child supervision work. We both read a bit, and we talked a bit, and the kids ran wild.