A Journal of Sorts

15 February 1999

Now, the teacher knows I'm stupid

I had a parent/teacher conference scheduled with Jason's teacher. I don't always look forward to them. If anything, Jason dances to the tune of a different drummer. I expected to hear more about his hygiene than his academics. She feels that he needs to shave. She is probably right since his dad feels that he needs to shave, too. He has a pretty dark fuzzy mustache and several stray hairs off of his chin, too. I told Ed that he was too young to shave and Ed told me that he was too young to have a mustache. I suppose I can't argue with that. I did ask him to shave for my wedding, though.

Anyway, I meant to shower and put on nice clothes for the meeting, but as usual, I was on the Internet and waited until the last minute to leave for the meeting, so I went in my yardwork clothes and my white tennies with a hole in the toe. When I got there (on time, actually), the doors were locked and I couldn't get into the school. I circled the building trying ALL the doors and finally decided to give up and go back to the car. Back out front, I accosted a janitor who was taking the flag down for the day and asked him to let me in. He did.

Jason's classroom was deserted. I figured Mrs. Hale waited for me until a few minutes past 4:00 and then decided I wasn't coming and left, so I sat at Jason's desk and wrote her a note, basically saying, "I am here. Where are you?" Then I left, secretly glad that she didn't see me and think Jason got his cleanliness habits from his mother.

Home again, looking at my appointment book, I see that my appointment with her is on February 25th. At that point, I didn't want to talk to her, so I sent her e-mail and told her I figured it out.

The bed for the veggie garden is ready! Tom does such a good job of EVERYTHING, I'm about to get a complex over it. He actually built a frame! I was going to prop boards against stakes and call it a bed. It is nice and full of humus and topsoil, but I didn't plant the peas yet. I had a feeling that Cricket, the diggin' dog, would find great sport with all that new dirt. He did. It has more holes than dirt at the moment.

Same sort of subject: both of the seed packets, for the peas and for the carrots, say to sow as soon as the soil can be worked in the spring. I'm not sure when that is here in Texas since the soil can always be worked. I think I'll use the formula figuring from the last freeze date like I originally planned. Several of Jason's tomato plants have sprouted and I heard from Park Seed that the gift pepper seeds they sent (couldn't find them in the catalog) are red bell peppers. Looks like our veggie garden is going to be a bit more than we planned.

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