I have fallen asleep on the couch watching television Friday night.
Bliss. Bliss, I say.
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Bugged.
Ah, nature.
At school today we set up a low table on the concrete (A tabletop on some blocks) with some toys for the kids. While I was at the door waiting for a child to finish in the bathroom, Emma (a young four) was at the little table and started screaming bloody murder, and by the frozen way she was holding her arm, I thought, “NO! Her hand is pinned under the tabletop! Crushed bones! Crushed bones!”
I couldn’t leave the door and frantically shouted to other staff to please go help her. Donna did, and walked her over to me, saying something quietly that I completely missed in the panic. (I found out later.) Emma was still holding her arm stiffly and I said, “Where does it hurt?” She vaguely pointed, which I thought was weird, so I had her go and get a paper towel (the first step in preschool first aid). She returned holding the towel in her hand. I again inquired where it hurt and she replied in terror, “It’s still there.”
She pointed at the ladybug on her shoulder. (That’s what Donna had said. I missed it.)
Good grief. I thought she was dying.
I put the ladybug on her paper towel and told her, “There! Now you can take him outside and shake him onto a plant where he’ll be happy.” Instead she took him back over to the table where he watched her play.
Later in the day one of the aides was reading a story about animals and Emma piped up, “Ladybugs are very nice.”
What a one-eighty.
Red Green
We went to the Lied Center again! (It wasn’t just for an expensive nap this time.) Several teachers are retiring this year at Lloyd’s school, and John Roeber – their amazing shop teacher – is a big Red Green fan. The staff surprised him by a bunch of them getting together and buying a block of tickets. It was very cool. One of the parents at Lincoln Lutheran works with the guests at the Lied and got John in to meet Red Green before the show. Very cool. (Lloyd, if you could insert that photo at some point, that would be great.)
Our own situation was a little less great – at least at the start.
I met Lloyd at the parking garage and as we happily walked to Applebee’s I said, “Do you have the tickets or is someone bringing them?”
We stopped walking.
Lloyd looked ashen.
Lloyd (quietly): “I think they’re at home.”
Lauren: (gales of laughter) Seriously?
Lloyd called somebody at school to see if perhaps they had been left in his mailbox. I took a photo, because I love to document trouble.
After he hung up he said, “I’ll start driving to Seward. You go to the Lied and check at the box office to see if they can re-issue them or something. Stop laughing.”
So he did, and I did. I walked up to the lady at the box office and said, “I am about to ask you the dumbest question ever.” I told her my sob story and she said it was no problem at all, even though they were not purchased under our name. People in Nebraska are very nice.
The best part is that we made it to Applebee’s. We ordered an appetizer sampler and dessert right away! Woo-hoo for being grown-ups! If there would have been a package of licorice on the menu we would have ordered that, too.
Oh, Red Green was very funny, by the way. None of my photos turned out, though. Dang it!
Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there, and especially our own. In Lloyd’s own words, “I hope someday I can be half as nice as my mom.” Awwwwwww… that’s very sweet, Lloyd.
However, I feel my own Mom is the best, and I’m not just saying that because she has cancer. Yep. She has recently been diagnosed with Myeloma, so any prayers that her medicine would work and she not develop blood clots would be the very best present she could receive. (I know she’s not your mom, but I also know that you are very nice people. 🙂 ) She’s pretty amazing about it, though – awfully positive!
We love you, Moms. 😀 😀
(I’m having iPhoto problems right now or there would be a picture with this.)
Lloyd hates that cat.
Today was a long day. Our summer program starts up next week and we’re having church together as a Center tomorrow night and I had some time-management problems, so it was a late evening. The evening conspired to make itself later.
Lloyd had a dinner to go to in Lincoln so I went to the Runza drive-thru and sat there for.eh.ver while the car ahead of me waited for their order to arrive. (They must have had some specialty items. “A large order of french fries made out of only long fries, please. Nor shorties or I’m not paying.”‘
Then I pulled over because a large flock of big hawk/raven/death birds were circling, and if it was a harbinger of doom, I wanted a photo.
Then there was traffic, so I overshot my regular turn and came to the house from the north. If I had gone the normal way I would have missed the broken branch from the tree in the ‘park’ by our house.
I think carpenter ants and some random gust of wind are to blame. I went over to take pictures, and some neighbors got out of their car and we started talking about how lucky they were that they weren’t parked there when it happened.
Then P.B. walked up.
What the what?
I looked at her, did a double-take and said, “I… I think that’s my cat,” which must have made me sound drunk, then I scooped her up and walked back to the house. Apparently she got out when Lloyd left the house this morning, and no amount of coaxing would get her back inside.
Well, 13 hours did it. I’m glad she didn’t r-u-n-n-o-f-t.
Lauren out.
The past couple of weeks have been kind of busy, and I’ve soooo looking forward Thursday night, when I didn’t have anything going on. Just a night of watching television and perhaps zonking out on the couch.
As I write this, I have just gotten up to get a drink of water, and I’m going back to the couch.
What recharges your batteries?
Lauren out.