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Time for the update
May. 18th, 2010 09:36 pmLast time we met, I'd just received "Fun Home"; since then, Sonny's read it and used it for his latest book report, which got an A (on both the written part and the oral part), so good for him!
Ex continues to bury herself in work, particularly this time of year, with meetings coming up fast and furious, plus required briefings that she has to present (always a source of anxiety for her). She ended up coming over for help on her powerpoint last week, because someone else had written it, then decanted it over to her, and she was overwhelmed with information. I process information rapidly, even when I don't know much about it, so I was able to whittle down the number of slides and help her reorganize the flow of some of the slides. Today, when she called me in the middle of the day (to ask if I could pick him up from school), I helped her with another aspect of her talk: her boss had mentioned a bunch of topics/ideas he thought she should include. He's another fast processor, and hasn't caught on to the anxiety that produces in her. Anyway, I pointed out that she could refer to those advanced topics on a last slide, and reminded her that the institute has most of that information on their website. I could hear the relief in her voice as she realized that she could just point people to their URL and not have to add more slides/talk longer.
At the Scout meeting tonight, she ended up deciding to leave him at home with me tonight, even though he is technically at her place this week. She is getting ready to leave for a short meeting in NOLA this weekend, and needed more time to do her work/presentation practice. He's still enough of a distraction, and we're carpooling tomorrow anyway.
Yes, that was the other favor she called about this afternoon. She has a meeting across the street from my campus, at 8 am, and parking is very limited. If we carpool, she doesn't have to worry about any of that. The meeting ends right about at our normal end of day, so we'd carpool home. All this was her suggestion, not mine.
Last weekend, Sonny's school held their spring play -- starting Thursday night, actually -- and he was on the lighting crew. He seemed to enjoy it, and the play was good. We saw it more than once, as Ex was working the concession table at least twice, and I was helping with a number of different things. On Saturday, they had two showings, with a catered lunch in between. That meant I could drop him off, run up to the car dealer to work on car seat checks for three hours, run home, meet Ex, take her to a Preakness Party at my boss's house (he'd invited us before, but she'd never been able to go, just me), watch the race, drink some Black-Eyed Susans, eat delicious home cooked food (he had a career in catering during grad school), run back to the school, catch the last 20 minutes of the last show, take everyone back home, and say goodnight to Ex. On Sunday, we took the dogs down to the park for play time, then I took Sonny to church, along with the requested printouts for Herself, ran over to the school to help with "strike" (AKA cleanup after the play), ran back to the church, picked up Sonny and brought him back to the school for the post-strike cast/crew party, then home again for him to rest and Herself to show up with her presentation. It's all coming back to me now...
I was so glad when Monday rolled around.
Ex continues to bury herself in work, particularly this time of year, with meetings coming up fast and furious, plus required briefings that she has to present (always a source of anxiety for her). She ended up coming over for help on her powerpoint last week, because someone else had written it, then decanted it over to her, and she was overwhelmed with information. I process information rapidly, even when I don't know much about it, so I was able to whittle down the number of slides and help her reorganize the flow of some of the slides. Today, when she called me in the middle of the day (to ask if I could pick him up from school), I helped her with another aspect of her talk: her boss had mentioned a bunch of topics/ideas he thought she should include. He's another fast processor, and hasn't caught on to the anxiety that produces in her. Anyway, I pointed out that she could refer to those advanced topics on a last slide, and reminded her that the institute has most of that information on their website. I could hear the relief in her voice as she realized that she could just point people to their URL and not have to add more slides/talk longer.
At the Scout meeting tonight, she ended up deciding to leave him at home with me tonight, even though he is technically at her place this week. She is getting ready to leave for a short meeting in NOLA this weekend, and needed more time to do her work/presentation practice. He's still enough of a distraction, and we're carpooling tomorrow anyway.
Yes, that was the other favor she called about this afternoon. She has a meeting across the street from my campus, at 8 am, and parking is very limited. If we carpool, she doesn't have to worry about any of that. The meeting ends right about at our normal end of day, so we'd carpool home. All this was her suggestion, not mine.
Last weekend, Sonny's school held their spring play -- starting Thursday night, actually -- and he was on the lighting crew. He seemed to enjoy it, and the play was good. We saw it more than once, as Ex was working the concession table at least twice, and I was helping with a number of different things. On Saturday, they had two showings, with a catered lunch in between. That meant I could drop him off, run up to the car dealer to work on car seat checks for three hours, run home, meet Ex, take her to a Preakness Party at my boss's house (he'd invited us before, but she'd never been able to go, just me), watch the race, drink some Black-Eyed Susans, eat delicious home cooked food (he had a career in catering during grad school), run back to the school, catch the last 20 minutes of the last show, take everyone back home, and say goodnight to Ex. On Sunday, we took the dogs down to the park for play time, then I took Sonny to church, along with the requested printouts for Herself, ran over to the school to help with "strike" (AKA cleanup after the play), ran back to the church, picked up Sonny and brought him back to the school for the post-strike cast/crew party, then home again for him to rest and Herself to show up with her presentation. It's all coming back to me now...
I was so glad when Monday rolled around.
