Kindergarten... report cards?

So Peanut #1 got her first report card ever, and it was perfect. Like 100% As. (well, actually, 4s, but you know what I mean)

And she is over the moon, like incandescent with joy. So apparently we're raising a little Lisa Simpson.

Spring is here!

Prairie Metropolis is full of warmer temperatures and it's all lovely out there!

I have continued to run, and a had a lovely meeting with my chiropractor yesterday where he figured out that I have some bursitis in my knee, NOT a miniscal tear, which is nice and comforting.

My big bike trip is three weeks away, and I need to get ready for that, and prep that the whole family is ready for my absence, in particular Peanut #1 who loves to wrassle with the Project Manager while I'm not there, so I'm trying to instill some good _habits_ in her, like getting her clothes on by herself, and managing her own emotions etc.

She is so ... me.... at that age....

Well I was gonna blog a blase blog of blathering but then...

I found out that a friend of mine that I dated briefly had passed away (the tacit understanding being that she killed herself) and that should be unpacked a bit?

I'm a wee bit numb to it, as she had struggled for some time, and to varying degrees, and boy, if you needed someone alienated she was your girl.

She was brilliant and creative and aggressive and maybe autistic or pathologically introverted?  I'm not sure that there was anyone in her life, particularly, at all at the very end?

Ah well, I shall miss her a little bit in that way that I miss all my friends who are too far away from me.

Very little of note...

Let's see, where are we at?

Our war on our stuff continues, well, I think?

Our children are doing well, and Peanut #2's language is improving and she's getting some of the one on one she needs to be close to her sister's ability...

Ooh, the Project Manager and I had a great evening last night in our new crafting space in the basement; she with her sewing, and I with my 3d printing. And also with some video games
:)

At war with our stuff

There was almost a fight between the Project Manager and I yesterday about vacuum cleaners.

I say "almost" because I was able to navigate myself between the shoals of fight-dom and land on the beach of "contructive talk-island"

And THAT was awesome... we were able to settle on a joint feeling that we are at war with our own possessions.

They encroach on us, invade into our space, and push us around, often literally and physically.

Some of it is toys... some of it is... books, some of it is old furniture.

Ok, so what if I took a chunk out of our toys, and that freed up enough space in our living room to put our books, which let me get rid of the white bookcase that is kinda crappy? Or the top of it? I could get rid of just the bad top of it...

Then there's the kitchen to get rid of. But that's mostly ok.

Oh, then also, a friend laughed at me and said he's always thought of the Project Manager and I as models of of spartan living.

So that was also comforting.

A thing that makes me grumpy, ergo I might be a bad person.

I am very grumped with a facebook friend of mine who is a desperate state, with impending homelessness and no family supports, and autism.

Ok, why is the last one important? Because he is an asshole, and he blames it on his autism.

He was perfectly capable of messaging me and demanding I take him out for coffee on the weekend, but somehow magically incapable of e-mailing the government and demanding more money for an emergency loan.

So I am angry, and it's kinda generalized to being angry at the mental illnesses of all my friends (99.9% of whom are not assholes even when ill) and at how those illnesses place demands on the friends of my friends.

And yes, I know, they're brutal to live with as the person, and that's why I'm pretty sure I'm in the wrong on this one. It is not allowed to be mad at an illness for the effects of the illness on others.

Well, ok, wait, maybe it is, if I'm also mad at the illness for the effects it has on its bearer.

Ok, I can square that, I think.

Also, depression and anxiety lie, remember that.

Easy times...

*Note, not one word of this is to construed as anything but undying love for my wife*

I am on my own for the weekend, with the Peanuts, while the Project Manager is in Europe for two days (BWAHAHAHAHAHA) to work. (Yes, that's as much flying time as time in actual Europe)

And I know it will be super relaxed.

But why?

Well, I am 100% in charge of everything.  I know, and can decide, every thing that will happen between now and Monday night.

Everything I put down will be where I left it.

I can eat what I choose, when I choose!

Isn't THAT interesting...