The Little Things

Another week is almost gone, and I don't know where it went.  I have accomplished little, although there is some progress in some of the little things that need doing.

The headboard on the guest bed had come off, and the side bars on the frame had been spread apart enough that the slats holding the box spring up fell out and made the bed appear broken.  (My grandchildren have been pretty hard on that bed.  They like to jump on it.  The bed was my parents', purchased when I was very young.  I can remember my sister and brother and I jumping on that bed when my parents weren't home...and breaking the slats.  That was in...um...probably 1955.  In short, the bed has been through several generations of children and grandchildren, and doesn't owe me anything!)  Ryan, KB9RAF, came by after his work today and fixed it.  Thanks, Ryan!  When Ryan finishes with something like that, it is better and stronger than it was before it broke!  (He built his house with his own two hands.)  I'm just grateful to have yet another repair taken care of.

My students have been wild and wooly this week.  There are a few bright spots, but the middle school animal is a different breed, and it is a full time job just to keep everyone on the straight and narrow.  Today, the rush to lunch was out of control and a topic of conversation at the teachers' lunch table.  Apparently the principal noticed it, too, because her announcement at the end of the day indicated that she was done messing around.  I'm thinking we are going to have to put teachers in strategic places in the hallways during the passing period just to keep kids honest.  We'll see!

Every morning, I feed Frodo the Wonder Dog a half can of dog food.  I give her the other half when I get home from school.  One day this week, I came home to discover that there was NO other half-can.  I figured the dog had somehow stolen it off the counter, but I searched her hiding place and found nothing.  Being old and senile, I began to feel guilty that perhaps, somehow, I had forgotten to feed the pooch in the morning (although I realize how impossible that is because she wouldn't let it happen).  When the guest room bed got moved for the repairs, voila!  There was the can, far under the bed...with some tell-tale food still inside.  (Frodie's nose isn't slim enough to reach the bottom of the can.)  So, she HAD stolen it!  It wouldn't have been very funny if I had come home to a dog with a dog food can stuck on her face!  Stupid, stupid dog!

Guess my granddaughter has cut her hair again...two weeks before she is to be a flower girl in her uncle's wedding...and has hurt a tooth in a fall.  I haven't heard any more about it.  There is no end to the surprises with children!

October is filling up fast.  I'm trying to stay on top of the demands.  All of the little things add up!