Busy Ness

Today, lots of things are happening.  All of them are good, though they might be a little chaotic.

The biggest single thing is that my wife is going back to work, kind of.  As a stopgap while she studies project management, she applied to the local school district to be a 'teachers aide', which to me meant the person who arranges the glue sticks.  Not entirely how I see her, as she is smart, personable, technical, and focused, but - okay.  Well, yesterday evening, the automated phone system called and said are you interested in working briefly? So this week, she's going to be a 'student aide', which means she'll spend the day escorting a kid who needs help - the exactly nature of the help is unclear; could be 'help them physically get from A to B', could be 'read the tests to them'.  How long, we're not sure. My guess is one to two weeks. But she's happy, so, good.

My daughter's home.  I got up at 2AM to get something to drink, saw the light on under her door. Remembered my wife telling me that the first weekend she was home from college, she came home at 2AM, which was when people tended to go to sleep at college.  She was politely but firmly informed by her mother that this was not acceptable.  Me, I think my daughter's an adult.  So long as she doesn't bring booze and guys in... Basically, treat her just like I did my parents, when they lived with us.

Going to do some baking today, get cookies off to another family in France, as well as have some to give to my mento tomorrow, along with a gift card to a local bookstore. I know, he's going to use it to see if he can get something relative to World of Warcraft and the like. At least we have bookstores - when we were in Ohio yesterday, we were in a small town 20 minutes from The Mall; the mall itself was actually pretty nice, but to my astonishment - no bookstore at all.  None. Zip. So yeah, a gift for him.  And some cookies. I mentioned to him that I would do that, and he seemed gratified but surprised.  I think he likes me.  Doesn't understand this fascination I have with getting him to read, but - hey, I'll take what I can get.

And I'll finally get a haircut.  Been putting that off, to the point where my hair looks like what my mother used to call 'a wild man'.  It feels odd, on my neck and ears.

So that's the day.