Crazy Time

I feel like Dr. Who, except I never go back in time, only forward. Too fast.

We managed to get through our eye doctor appointments on Tuesday, even finishing early.

The six of us were processed in less than two hours. And that includes picking out two new frames (Ethan and myself). Everyone needed new lens prescriptions except Nolan, but he is eligible to have the same ones replaced, since his are scratched (big surprise).

Ma is quite excited about going really different this time around. Can you say plastic frames? Glamorous plastic frames?

I asked the lady to pull out any that had clip on shades, and there was only one pair aside from what I already have. My first reaction was, "Whoa...this is different."

Then is was, "WHOA...this is kinda cool !"

So we'll see what we'll see. Loren may have to walk several paces off the side, if he thinks it's too embarrassing. And they actually didn't have what I'm going to get, but some that were black and pink. I've ordered ones that are brown with a touch of blue.

Soon as they arrive I'm gonna go stand around the mall and see if anyone asks for my autograph.
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Another extremely momentous occurrence was the arrival in the mail of the kids' test scores.

*drum roll*

They all passed!

Ethan was never a worry. And Nolan did somewhat better than last year, though frankly one would expect so, since he was repeating 5th grade. That taken into consideration, it was less than exceptional averaged out, but he did shine in certain areas.

Trevor just barely squeaked by, but squeak by, he did.

The first thing he asked was, "Can I go on to 4th grade?"

I answered in the affirmative, but he will definitely be on probation. If he doesn't improve next time around...

If I can just get them to increase their reading speed and comprehension (particularly the latter) over the summer... It is obvious we still have our work cut out for us, but I am ever so slightly relieved.
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On the garden front, Ethan and Nolan...OOPS...wrong name Trevor planted their corn this evening. They must have dug that bed about four separate times, so it should be nice and soft.

Carolyn also got her spaghetti squash into her bed, which she'll keep in pristine condition, no doubt.

All that is left are the beans and cucumbers, and a few odd flowers and herbs.

I did make a nail-biting discovery, however. The trees that I had heeled-in were not looking so hot, and it's all my fault. After the rains that first night or so, I'd forgotten to water them. They look rather peaked. I sure hope I don't lose too many any.

Ma the Master Gardener Killer, strikes again.
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Next on the agenda is getting ready for Jason and Derek to be here overnight, after driving up from Texas on Friday.

Even though I've worked with the two youngest boys to clean their room, SEVERAL TIMES since Christmas, a path needs to be cleared, once again. Nolan seems to enjoy starting up projects and not finishing them, and I never see it until it is bedtime and too late for remedy.

Perhaps this time will be the magic moment when he tries to maintain order...

A crazy thought, but remotely possible.

Maybe.
 

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