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With the start of summer camp tomorrow, I move to a new room and start a new schedule. 10-6 every day, which is sweet. Except that once we start taking fieldtrips, I'll pretty much have to be at work by 9ish every day in order to catch the bus with the kids, which means my real schedule will be more like 9-6, but whatever. The bigger problem is going to be to remember to pack a lunch every day. We have hot meals during the school year, but during summer camp the kitchen staff only cook for the toddlers. Everyone else packs. Which means I should have gone to the store this weekend to buy food, but somehow I didn't. Luckily, I still have a couple slices of bread and some tuna. I'll stop at CVS to pick up some fruit cups or something to go along with that.
We actually had real, almost summer-like weather today, bright and sunny, just cool enough and with enough breeze to make sitting on the porch seem like the very best thing in the world this afternoon. I spent a good half hour or forty minutes chatting with my landlady, who had the same idea. We totally badmouthed half the people at work (she's retired but still knows most of the people in the Infant/Toddler program) - she's eighty-two or eighty-three and doesn't hesitate to say what's on her mind. It can be pretty hilarious talking with her.
I had the front door open, with just the screen door closed, and Mal was exceptionally well-behaved. He only tried to jump up onto the upper, screened half of the door once (an attempt he totally failed at although he's usually pretty good at it). Just as well, as my landlady has a very strong phobia about cats.
We actually had real, almost summer-like weather today, bright and sunny, just cool enough and with enough breeze to make sitting on the porch seem like the very best thing in the world this afternoon. I spent a good half hour or forty minutes chatting with my landlady, who had the same idea. We totally badmouthed half the people at work (she's retired but still knows most of the people in the Infant/Toddler program) - she's eighty-two or eighty-three and doesn't hesitate to say what's on her mind. It can be pretty hilarious talking with her.
I had the front door open, with just the screen door closed, and Mal was exceptionally well-behaved. He only tried to jump up onto the upper, screened half of the door once (an attempt he totally failed at although he's usually pretty good at it). Just as well, as my landlady has a very strong phobia about cats.
