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The rain has been endless, it is muggy, things are rotting. Yesterday was a glorious, beautiful sunny day, and the third grade picnic at Cathedral Park was awesome. Our sweet third graders sang us the "St. John's Bridge" song and they already look so much older and wiser than they did last January...
Flash has a sore on his face that he will not leave alone. I do not know where he got it - I suspect the rat scratched him - but it has been over a week with the cone of shame and it is just not healing - I take the cone off so he can eat and groom and I watch him like a hawk and the moment he starts scratching that spot it goes right back on... but it is just not healing. Randy is taking him to the vet tomorrow because I simply CANNOT DO ANY MORE CAT CARE and I told him to have them culture it and test him for kitty AIDs. I am so tired and weary and heartsick about the damn cat. I want him to be able to have a normal kitty life. The cone is making him neurotic and mean! It's making ME neurotic and mean!
Meanwhile a second-grade boy disappeared from a school across town, and although they've called in the FBI and K9 and helicopters with infrared they have no leads and traces of him. His stepmother, who brought him to school, has raised him since infancy... and although it all points to her I just don't know what to think. It's made us all hug our kids a little tighter, and rethink the times we let them out of our sight.
It's just so hard to believe that this small school, tight knit community, someone did not see something unusual. I mean, we have almost 400 kids at our school, and I keep my eye on all of them. If one of them is looking unhappy, and it's not an adult I recognize, I will stop and ask them if they are okay. But this stepmother sent him off down the hall to class and no one saw him after that? Really? Was the hallway utterly deserted? The otehr mystery is the kid had dropped off his backpack in the classroom and then went around looking at science fair stuff with his stepmom. So, it being science fair day would pretty much guarantee there were more adults around - for better or worse. But his teacher didn't call or anything when he never came back to class. Maybe she wasn't in the room when he brought in the backpack. Still, that is when he went missing, so if someone took him they had until 3:30pm to get elsewhere.
Ugh, it just makes me sick. Seven years old.
I wish the rain was not getting to me but it really, really is. It seems every year it gets worse, it is grey a little longer. I need sun.
I am sewing eight "Hogwarts" robes for Sara's upcoming Harry Potter theme slumber party next weekend. It's coming along great - I think the girls are going to be thrilled. I'm not going to any other huge extremes though - we won't be doing any highly-thought-out activities, but rather doing activites that will be called something else. For example, I am not devising some special thing for "Transfiguration" class, rather the girls are going to 'transform' plain cupcakes into yummy works of art with toppings. That sort of thing. Frog-shaped pinata. They will use sculpey clay to embellish some driftwood wands that we snagged at the beach. I'm not decorating the house like Hogwarts or anything because really that sort of detail is lost on kids, and I don't care about impressing parents. It is going to be a blast.
I need to get sewing. I'm very grouchy and lonely lately. I need to have some fun!
Be well ya'll.
Flash has a sore on his face that he will not leave alone. I do not know where he got it - I suspect the rat scratched him - but it has been over a week with the cone of shame and it is just not healing - I take the cone off so he can eat and groom and I watch him like a hawk and the moment he starts scratching that spot it goes right back on... but it is just not healing. Randy is taking him to the vet tomorrow because I simply CANNOT DO ANY MORE CAT CARE and I told him to have them culture it and test him for kitty AIDs. I am so tired and weary and heartsick about the damn cat. I want him to be able to have a normal kitty life. The cone is making him neurotic and mean! It's making ME neurotic and mean!
Meanwhile a second-grade boy disappeared from a school across town, and although they've called in the FBI and K9 and helicopters with infrared they have no leads and traces of him. His stepmother, who brought him to school, has raised him since infancy... and although it all points to her I just don't know what to think. It's made us all hug our kids a little tighter, and rethink the times we let them out of our sight.
It's just so hard to believe that this small school, tight knit community, someone did not see something unusual. I mean, we have almost 400 kids at our school, and I keep my eye on all of them. If one of them is looking unhappy, and it's not an adult I recognize, I will stop and ask them if they are okay. But this stepmother sent him off down the hall to class and no one saw him after that? Really? Was the hallway utterly deserted? The otehr mystery is the kid had dropped off his backpack in the classroom and then went around looking at science fair stuff with his stepmom. So, it being science fair day would pretty much guarantee there were more adults around - for better or worse. But his teacher didn't call or anything when he never came back to class. Maybe she wasn't in the room when he brought in the backpack. Still, that is when he went missing, so if someone took him they had until 3:30pm to get elsewhere.
Ugh, it just makes me sick. Seven years old.
I wish the rain was not getting to me but it really, really is. It seems every year it gets worse, it is grey a little longer. I need sun.
I am sewing eight "Hogwarts" robes for Sara's upcoming Harry Potter theme slumber party next weekend. It's coming along great - I think the girls are going to be thrilled. I'm not going to any other huge extremes though - we won't be doing any highly-thought-out activities, but rather doing activites that will be called something else. For example, I am not devising some special thing for "Transfiguration" class, rather the girls are going to 'transform' plain cupcakes into yummy works of art with toppings. That sort of thing. Frog-shaped pinata. They will use sculpey clay to embellish some driftwood wands that we snagged at the beach. I'm not decorating the house like Hogwarts or anything because really that sort of detail is lost on kids, and I don't care about impressing parents. It is going to be a blast.
I need to get sewing. I'm very grouchy and lonely lately. I need to have some fun!
Be well ya'll.