Then, Mrs. Ha and I sat on the front yard in the sun, she was knitting, I was finishing up Watchmen, while our thirteen year old got ready for Ultimate. When she went, we went over to the Collective Gardens, our frame was ready, so we moved in into position, lined the bottom with cardboard, and filled it up.
Yes, Watchmen, I heard enough about it over the years that I thought I should give it a read. I liked it, I like dystopic literature. I'm not a comic convert yet, though.
We got home, our oldest got home, exhausted and happy she got a point in Ultimate, and then we got a call just as I started to vacuum. Our youngest was running to roll down a hill and got hit by a bike. Once more we ventured into Lilac Fest traffic, blocked traffic for a few minutes while we picked her up, and then got her home on the couch. It could have been much, much worse, she didn't even get a real black eye, just some bruising on the side of her nose and cheek. My wife still drove her in to school Monday.
Saturday we did see the Lilac Festival Parade, I posted a few pics on FB. There was lots of running around that day, too.
Monday night was packing night. Thirteen year old was getting ready for her four day trip to DC, and eight year old was packing for a "Settler's Expedition" from Tuesday to Wednesday. They make the kids walk through the woods pulling wagons, make them cook like 18th century settlers and all that, to gain appreciation for frontier life, at least the white folks frontier.
Tuesday morning I went to the camp ground to set up tents, I mostly worked with class moms, though some dads were there too. Amazingly I didn't get affected by the poison ivy that was around there. Later that night Mrs. Ha went to spend the night, I went to a friend's house to play a game (Combat Commander: Europe, if you're curious).
Mrs. Ha rode with preschool_mom to the campout, they even shared a tent. After coming home, she asked if she could borrow our computer for a half hour. Then, she asked if we had PowerPoint, prompting Mrs. Ha to call me. She had overextended herself and was wanting a to finish a PP presentation that was due weeks ago.
We no longer have PP. We did have a trial license, but I didn't want to spend $100-200 to upgrade. At one point I downloaded Open Office for thirteen year old who had to do a PP presentation for school, but it's not exactly the same, it causes formatting changes. I figure it was a good lesson for her, do PP at school, or at my parents or work ahead on the weekends when I bring my laptop home.
Anyhow, the preschool_mom was there most of the day. Mrs. Ha just wanted a lazy day at home. I'm not sure why preschool_mom couldn't use her husbands computer, other than he's an asshole. BTW, PowerPoint sucks.
Wednesday night the class showed off, we took the minivan, it wasn't the wisest choice for parking on a narrow road in the woods where 30+ other cars would be parking. It was a good experience, thougheight year old was tired of "settler" food. Her crew built a sturdy bridge over a rivulet, it got a good workout when 200 people ran over it, there was a 5k cross country run scheduled at the same time. The other projects were a "boat", snake fences and a mill model. All common things in the early days of Rochester.
Getting home was a little tricky, in that I had to back up and do a 9 point turn on a narrow wooded road in a big old Canadian minivan while avoiding cross country runners jumping out of the woods. I should have brought the Tercel.
On to media reviews.
I finished Prince Caspian, it's like the movie.
Speaking of movies, one night when Mrs. Ha went to bed early I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which was more about relationships and less about crude humor than I expected. Recommended if you like Atapow.
We both watched The Door in the Floor, an Irving adaptation about a family falling apart after a tragedy. I thought it took place on Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard, because there was a ferry in the opening scenes, but no, it was Long Island. A famous children's writer and illustrator, separating from his wife, hires a teenage boy to be his assistant. He and his wife swap nights in the house with their four year old daughter, while the teenage boy ferries Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, err, Cole, around. Recommended if you like Jeff Bridges, or tasteful Kim Basinger sex scenes.
Last night Mrs. Ha had her overnight cancelled, so we had pizza, then went to the Collective Garden to spread manure and plant some seeds. We ended up meeting a few people there (including newspaper_dad), it's becoming a hangout. We need to get some cheap tomato, pepper and cucumber plants, we'll try the Public Market tomorrow morning.
My father in law is in town, he visits from the West Coast once or twice a year, usually to coincide with family events (this time it's his sister's birthday).
His visits throw a spanner in the works. He'll let his family know ahead of time (by that I mean his sisters and brother), his kids, well, they should drop everything to see him with no notice, he is "Father of the Year".
Originally we were asked to go to Buffalo tonight to see him. Let's see, Mrs. Ha is off work at 5:00, thirteen year old gets back to Rochester around 9:00, if we drove fast, we might be able to spend an hour there before we have to get to Rochester. We said no.
Then it was changed to my sister in law's in Albion, a little more doable. Now it's changed to Saturday, even though Mrs. Ha is working Saturday and Sunday, we'll see if we go.
Anyhow, we're home today, but probably not going to make Donna The Buffalo at the Lilac Fest.
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