You know, the foam bed is really growing on me. But I think it’s too small. And regardless, when it’s really warm outside it’s just a miserable time sleeping. So I haven’t been doing much of that. But when you’ve not achieved a deep sleep it’s actually not that hard to get up in the morning, and today was the first day of school so up we got! Oh, so foam bed may move into the guest bedroom and Sue and I will go out and try again with another bed for our room.
None of this is interesting so I will get straight to the pictures of the kids on their first day of school. I assume their days went well but in fact only Jason is home with me. Sue stayed at school to pick up Madeline and I assume they will be home shortly.
I continue to ramble and I think it’s because I had to wake up from a deep sleep just to go pick the kids up this afternoon. I am not sure how I made it up the hill. Luckily I just had to follow Sue up the hill … STOP TALKING and get to the pictures!
A little apprehension on Jason’s face but otherwise not a big deal. He didn’t cry at all during drop off, in fact was quite fine. This was the best first day of school for him from that perspective. He’s definitely growing up.
This one is over-exposed for some reason. Bummer. Madeline came home in a skirt and boy does it make her seem grown up to me. She did have a good day (she just arrived).
Madeline was freaking out this morning, very VERY upset about everything and in particular did not like it when I undid her tie and tried to fix it for her. Finally I just sat her down on the couch and asked her if she was nervous, and she said that she was. I told her I was too but I am sure she would do fine. That seemed to help and she re-tied her tie again really well this time (after I butchered my attempt) and all was well.
Here are my photos from other first days of schools:
Madeline’s first ever first day of school (2002):
Next year, same location, different flowers, slightly different dress (2003):
Same place, now Jason’s first ever first day of school (2004):
Both of them the next year (2005):
It’s kinda interesting to see them change. Here’s a similar project taken to the extreme. This woman took a picture of herself every day for a few years. I thought it was cool but now I see they are a dime a dozen on youtube. Still, it’s kinda cool.
Before we moved her we shipped ourselves 9 boxes. Most of the arrived while we were on the east coast last month and one of them was missing. We sent two boxes via the book shipping method. You get a reduction in price if your box is just books. I couldn’t figure out why they took my brand new box (from U-haul) and put it inside a book bag before they shipped it. Now that the missing box has shown up I know why:
I guess my point was a little confusing, because actually, the box of books that was not lost also came in the same condition, held together only by the bag it was in. Somehow the books were in almost perfect condition anyway.
Check out my printer, cable modem and wireless router table. So clean, so neat, off in the corner of the office. It’s wireless, which is cool, but - duh - the wireless router is sitting right next to it, so clearly it was not necessary to do it that way.
Here’s Sue at her desk looking out the back window.
This is my desk. I accidentally bought an analog monitor, which I have never had a problem with in the past, but this one seems to have blue (or sometimes red) tinting around some of the letters on the screen. Not sure whether I am going to keep this monitor or not yet.
Oh, and that’s the map of Europe we bought. It’s good because now I know where … um … Germany is … as well as all the other countries. We’ll mark it up with the countries we’ve visited. At the end we’ll make a list so I can prepare all the name dropping I plan to do in the future (”Oh, the South of France is splendid this time of year!”).
Wow, I just had a flashback to an uncomfortable experience I had with a VC lady at Marimba in 1996, when she asked me if I had been to Cannes with Paul Allen … I shook my head politely and made a note to myself to figure out what the hell Cannes was and why would Paul Allen go there?
