springtime...

Yet there was frost on the pumpkins this morning, as my mother used to say. Rosie and I didn't do our regular long walk...but not because of the chill...I just got up a little too late, and Jonathan was up early since he didn't finish his homework last night. If he doesn't get it done, he has to either miss playtime or pay some of his "class cash" to his teacher. So Rosie and I just did our cheat-y little walk.

For some reason, today I am picking Kathryn Grace and Suzanne Eleanor up from school at 11-ish. They will be done with their state tests, and asked me if I could PLEASE pick them up. So I said I would.

Samuel is going fishing with one of his friends who has no college classes today. This friend is a great kid. Thing is, he is picking Sam up early from school. All Sam will be missing is gym, and part of English, which he is doing fine in. The school is rather picky about these things though. One cannot just write, "please allow my son to be picked up early by his friend so they can go fishing." And if one writes that the student has an appointment, the school wants a note from the doctor. So what's a parent to do? I chose to write that Sam was being picked up for a church activity. It IS sort of a church activity, since this friend is a real example of living a pure life, and he is a help to Sam....and I really don't think God will mind.

It is a free country, right?

Which makes me think of Benjamin. Every time I go shopping, I think of things to get for him. Yesterday I got him a bag of beef jerky and a huge box of Slim Jims. And lots of pens to give to the village kids, if he wants to, or just for the other soldiers if they want them. It frustrates me to have my kid over there in a war zone. I want to call his Sgt. and say that Benjy is NOT ALLOWED to go on those dangerous convoys.

Since I am leaving sooner rather than later, and I want to fit my exercise in, I shall sign off early this morning....