Hump Day

Time is flying.  Friday marks the deadline for midterm grades.  What that means is that we are already halfway through the frist grading period.  ISTEP testing is next week.  Once we get that over, we can actually begin to...like...teach?

Saw the Superintendent today who commented on my "tennis" shoes.  Asked if I was comfortable in them. I was a little concerned that he might not think I was appropriately dressed, so  I told him that I have plantar fasciitis in one foot--and he went into a whole bit about how how his wife has it, and that I can wear my tennis shoes any time.  Yay!  (I'm glad he said that because I was going to have to wear them whether he liked it or not!  I don't care to wear them because they are actually "walkers" and are quite clunky looking.  Not exactly my idea of exquisite footwear...)

Meg was supposed to come down yesterday early-afternoon to her in-laws' house in order to get Robin's flower girl dress fitted, etc.  She didn't get down until much later than she thought, and had to run to Greenwood to pick up a mower part (or something) for one of Nathan's golf course machines.  She didn't head down there until nearly 8:00 PM, so I went over to her in-laws' in order to help corral the children while she did that.  By that time of night, Ryan tends to get wound up.  Everything is a game.  Robin was pretty civilized, though, because she got to try on her beautiful "princess" gown.  She said, "I'm beautiful."  Yes, she is!

I'm glad the rain has stopped.  The dog refused to go out because of it.  What a neurotic critter she is!

Monday evening, my radio club's tour of the National Weather Service got canceled at the last minute, so I had to scramble to get everyone notified.  The ensuing confusion was a bit irritating.  I found that I didn't have phone numbers for everyone who had committed to the tour, but I finally got hold of everyone either by phone or repeater.  What bothered me was the number of people who were going to come without having first reserved a spot, even though I announced it for three weeks on the repeater, and our secretary had sent out an emailing about it.  Then there were those who seemed to know nothing about it and had their noses out of joint because the regular meeting was canceled, seemingly without their understanding why.  And, of course, there were at least a couple who had reserved a spot but weren't actually going to show up.  We are going to have to address communications at the next club meeting.  If folks don't monitor the nets or have email addresses, I hardly know what to do for them!

Back to work here.  Grading papers.  Ugh!