A couple of weekends ago we started temporarily kitten sitting, the owner's landlord does not want them to have a cat, and he was coming over to fix stuff real soon now, so the kitten is hiding out in our house. We don't have an ETA when she can return, so for the foreseeable future, we have a rambunctious kitten in the house. The boy cat likes her, the female cat hates her, the dog is somewhat intrigued. The kitten needs to learn not to jump on people when they sleep, until then she gets kicked out of the bedroom.
That same weekend I overdid shoveling mulch at the Collective Gardens, and was sore for a long time after. I'm old. Good thing it was a low key weekend, with fourteen year old off camping with the Girl Scouts.
Earlier that week was curriculum night, I met fourteen year old's teachers, those who had things to say about her said great things, in theater tech she's doing A+ work and is at the head of the class, as well as the only girl, and she's doing very well in math. I even socialized a bit with other parents (newspaper_dad, sa_dad, sa_mom, some others), some of whom I've known for ten years. Time flies.
A good weekend
The next weekend was good, my parents took the girls, along with one friend each, camping. We had most of a weekend alone.
Saturday we went to three garage sales, three thrift stores, one church rummage sale and two wineries on Keuka Lake. The sales in Canadaigua (rummage and two thrifts) were bad, I expected the church sale to be awful, but we had hopes the thrifts would be good. The vineyards made up for it. First up was Stever Hill Vineyards, a small place sitting on the side of a hill, the tasting room was a converted barn, and they had the kids helping carry out bottles. Next up was Hunt Country Vineyards, just over the hill. They were much bigger and fancier, and were having a harvest fest with locally sourced food. It was a real good time, we preferred the wines at Stevers, but both were good.
That's not all the crazy happenings though. The next day, I took $13 worth of bottles back, can you feel the excitement?
Fourteen year old's swim team finally won a meet. It was against the other prestigious public city high school, one of their teammates used to go to SOTA and was the captain of fourteen year old's team last year until she transferred to get into the IB problem, another team mate transferred from SOTA to get into the IB program and was asked to be on the team because she can swim. Surprisingly, our oldest didn't talk much to her friends from the other school, one of whom she's known since fourth grade. Anyhow, a win is a win. They're 1-2, a big change from last year's many-0.
Speaking of friends, fourteen year old is concerned about a friend who watches Netflix until ten at night, and stays up until 2:00 doing homework. She could be depressed, she could be burned out (her parents overschedule her), she could be really missing her friend her transferred, who knows. It doesn't sound healthy.
But not a second win
It was closer than the 102-55 score indicated
I made a meet yesterday, and it was closer than the 102-55 score indicates. The other team had a diver, she wasn't very good, but she was the only one diving, so she got points for her team. Our team won a long race, the other team took second, and after a while, third. Because it was a six lane pool, they got more points for taking second and third then our team got for winning. Weird. Also weird, the pool was in the elementary school, not the high school next door.
It was an Eastern, outer suburb school. Most of my co-workers live in the eastern burbs, it was unsurprising to see a few familiar names on the bulletin boards. Anyhow, I wasn't totally sure how to get home, other than following the setting sun, but we (fourteen year old, newspaper_girl and I), followed the bus until I got to place I recognized.
Good volunteers don't lose students
I went through the chaperone/volunteer orientation one night for the charter elementary school, I don't want to do an overnight (though tracing the Gennesee from its source to its mouth would be neat) but I can probably fit in a few field studies. I talked with fourteen year old's favorite teacher at the school, filling him in on what she's been doing. Two dads from nine year old's class were there, one was the dad of the new girl, so it was nice to meet him.
Bachelor night, maybe
There might be a bachelor night coming up. My father in law drove up from Palm Springs, an old man in a Cadillac driving cross country, he's here until Thanksgiving, or Christmas. My wife and the kids may go see him this weekend, one plan is to go to Buffalo Sunday night, and spend Monday there, so she can also see her mom. Who knows, with that free time I may even find a Bond movie.
On tap for the weekend, art class for nine year old, maybe a Lego robotics thing for her too. There's also Guinness chilling in the fridge to have with leftover corned beef and cabbage, I need it. There might even be a bachelor night. On to media reviews.
Things We Lost in the Fire was a movie we say half of, it got late, it didn't grab us enough to finish it, but if you like Halle Berry, you might like it.
In Raiders of Gor, Tarl Cabot is boating through some marshes to get to the evil Port Kar, and he gets captured by marsh people. Rather than dying in a suicidal fight, he submits, becomes enslaved and taunted by women. Then the marsh people get raided by Port Kar slaves, only Tarl and his Mistress get away, whereupon he enslaves her. They stalk the raiders, kill enough of them to make them flee, and free the marsh people, except for the taunting women which Tarl enslaves. Aside from all the usual Gorean slavery, it was interesting in how Tarl becomes a sea going power, and helps Port Kar in it's fight against two other powers, even though he gets enslaved, and then enslaves another taunting woman during the power struggle.
The Man With the Golden Touch: How The Bond Films Conquered the World, is a book about the James Bond films. I stopped watching Bond in the 90's, I recall bits of Octopussy but I don't know if I watched the whole thing, so half the book is about films that I haven't seen. Still, it was good, if awful Englishy, with adjectives like naff and Brummie thrown about the pages. It touches on Bond, the books and the movies, and competitors, including a fave, The Avengers , as well as the Bourne movies, Austin Power movies, the Mission Impossible movies, English culture and society, Maggie Thatcher, all sorts of stuff. I didn't realize what a complex undertaking a Bond film was, and how important the sets, titles and sound track were, there's much more than whoever is playing Bond.
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