stuff and miscellany
Aug. 20th, 2011 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiYesterday was our last Big Adventure Friday for a while (I have to keep reminding myself that there will be other BAFs, or even BATuesdays, or whatever; it's just going on hiatus), so we asked Z. what he wanted to do, and he said the beach and DQ. So we hauled out towels and sunblock and went to the touristy beach.
Let me tell you, the time to go to the beach is before noon during the regular school year.
We had a really nice time. Z is getting a lot braver about the water, which is both good and bad. No sting ray sightings, though we did see some guys catch fish off the pier, and Scott found a live conch for us to marvel at. Oh, and the DQ is open-air, so a bird flew into the dining area and tried to cadge fries off Z.
I'm having a hard time working my head around my schedule, probably because for the past couple of terms I've been teaching Monday nights. I like having Mondays off; in my mind, it gives me a little cushion of time to get last-minute stuff done, and for some reason, doing the same thing Sunday night feels frantic and rushed. Anyway, right now I keep thinking I have to get everything done by tomorrow night, and that I have to get Z home from school and then rush around to get ready to leave for work on Monday ... which, no, that's Tuesday. (Actually, it's worse Tuesday because Scott will be in class, so my backup won't be here. But let's not think about that.)
I'm hoping we get into a nice routine within a week or two. It would be good to have routine.
Also, my husband knocked the passenger side mirror off my car when he accidentally sideswiped a garbage can.
Seriously, this damn town needs sidewalks, because on trash day the roads are hazardous. Even if the homeowner hasn't put the trash cans right into the road, the garbage trucks use robotic arms and half the time the emptied cans wind up laying on their sides in the street (this happened before the robot trucks, too, actually).
All of that said, I am still teasing Scott mercilessly about my car. The new mirror should come in today. And speaking of my car, it needs cleaning before the day gets crazy hot.
Let me tell you, the time to go to the beach is before noon during the regular school year.
We had a really nice time. Z is getting a lot braver about the water, which is both good and bad. No sting ray sightings, though we did see some guys catch fish off the pier, and Scott found a live conch for us to marvel at. Oh, and the DQ is open-air, so a bird flew into the dining area and tried to cadge fries off Z.
I'm having a hard time working my head around my schedule, probably because for the past couple of terms I've been teaching Monday nights. I like having Mondays off; in my mind, it gives me a little cushion of time to get last-minute stuff done, and for some reason, doing the same thing Sunday night feels frantic and rushed. Anyway, right now I keep thinking I have to get everything done by tomorrow night, and that I have to get Z home from school and then rush around to get ready to leave for work on Monday ... which, no, that's Tuesday. (Actually, it's worse Tuesday because Scott will be in class, so my backup won't be here. But let's not think about that.)
I'm hoping we get into a nice routine within a week or two. It would be good to have routine.
Also, my husband knocked the passenger side mirror off my car when he accidentally sideswiped a garbage can.
Seriously, this damn town needs sidewalks, because on trash day the roads are hazardous. Even if the homeowner hasn't put the trash cans right into the road, the garbage trucks use robotic arms and half the time the emptied cans wind up laying on their sides in the street (this happened before the robot trucks, too, actually).
All of that said, I am still teasing Scott mercilessly about my car. The new mirror should come in today. And speaking of my car, it needs cleaning before the day gets crazy hot.
