Friday-Naked Guy and Octopi

Last night was back to school night at Isaac's school. What a comedy of errors. He is assigned to a team of four teachers, in a building with 5 floors. We all got a map. I quickly checked for the location of his classrooms. Not one of the teachers he has for anything was marked on the map. Oooook, I know this is the school he comes to... However, I'm not alone since there are a few other parents milling around looking fruitlessly at their maps. We ask the principal, who cannot seem to recall where this particular team of teachers is located. Neither can the vice principal. Neither can the guidance counselor. I understand this is only the second week of school but sheesh...not one of these people can even tell me what floor to go to, let alone what room. We march off to the office where the secretary tells us in half a second what the room numbers are and which floor. One my son's desk was a copy of the schedule of classes for the evening. Teacher names, room numbers... I don't know whose schedule Isaac copied down but it sure wasn't his. He got his first and last class right but everything in between was wrong. Enter a class, sit down, no one is there but the teacher and me. Why are you here? Um, the schedule says so. Let me see your schedule, please. No, sorry, this is incorrect. I had Isaac last period/will have Isaac next period/don't see him at all. Well, alrighty, thanks. OK, I have some sort of free time here. I'll go to the library and get set up on the parent web page thing that let's you look in on grades. Hi, I signed up for this last year but the email address I used is now defunct so I need to change things. Grave looks, Ooooh, you have an account? Yes, I need to change the email address because the one my husband used is no longer functional. Ooohh, we can't help you here. (There are 2 dozen empty computer terminals and we have the district technology director and his assistant but they are looking like I told them I just hacked NSA computers.) If you call our office tomorrow I think we can help. Alrighty then...it was an interesting evening to be sure.

Today's Friday 55 brought to you by Auguste Rodin and by the organizers of Parent Night.



I turned off the coffee pot and iron. I let the dog out. I have checked my dayplanner...meeting at 9, lunch with the superintendant at noon, parent night at 7. I have to get the oil changed in the car. Gees, it just feels like I am forgetting something...What could it possibly be?


Da Count:
It's that time again, time to count what you got instead of bemoan what you don't. Even though I posted it months and months ago at Insane Asylime, I want to share what has become a bit of a mantra in the Lime household because I think it fits with the concept of 'da count.'

Limelet #3 was very emphatic about being independant from a young age. He wanted to learn to do things on his own with no assistance. One day, when he was 3 or 4, he was struggling to get his coat on. One arm was in a sleeve and he was flailing wildly and spinning like a dog chasing his tail as he tried to find the second sleeve. Knowing he preferred flying solo but seeing his difficulty, I asked gently, 'Do you want any help with that, buddy?' He continued flailing and spinning, 'Oof.....ugh......errk...mmpphh...No, but I'm glad I'm not an octopus.'

So, for da count this week, I'm counting my son, Isaac, who cracks me up with his sense of humor, touches me with his tenderness, and challenges me with his perpsective.

Let me encourage you all to make your own count whether you post it on your blog or not. For of 'Da count' you can check at Lecram's.

Have a great weekend!