We started out with back-to-back games with the Boy. They won the first game 2-0 (I think — maybe it was only 1), but lost the second game 1-2. They scored first, but on the very next possession, the opposing team equalized. They scored one more in the second half to pull ahead. We had one shot that hit the goal uprights but didn’t go in, and we had about 4 more close shots on goal, but none of them went in.
In the afternoon, it was yardwork.
The renovation is almost done — just the floor and outlets remain…
Today was the first Saturday we really spent in the yard this nearly-spring. We still have a few days to go until the official start of spring, but it feels like spring.
I spent most of the early afternoon working one little bit of our yard — our newest flowerbed.
For most of the rest of the day, I didn’t really take the time to snap any pictures. It wasn’t until the end of the day, after dinner, when we were out for walk that I thought to take a few more shots.
All of them with my phone. The truth is, I use a camera less and less often. In fact, this evening I experiment with writing the whole post on my phone. I got to about here, but then switched.
And this is just another bit of nonsense to keep a ridiculous streak going…
Soon, very soon, we will have renovated in one form or another every room in the house.
The only thing we can do more is an addition.
Which will not happen
We’re in the midst of — at least theoretically — our final renovations. The guest bath is almost done: we just have the tile work to complete (or rather, to have completed).
The basement, though, is another story…
K has decided to return to surveying. She’s landed a work-at-home gig that pays quite well without the moral stresses the current real estate market is putting on her. The things you have to recommend to your client these days to get a winning bid just feel too morally questionable to her, and then there’s the stress of working, working, working, and not even knowing if you’ll get paid (i.e., your client will have a winning offer).
Part of working at home involves creating a new work space, with a fancy dual-monitor display system on an adjustable desk.
We got most of it set up tonight.
It finally arrived.
Extra storage!
A new home for the lawnmower, bikes, and gardening nonsense.
The snow is disappearing. We thought today would be the last e-learning day with everyone at home, but apparently, the threat of snow tonight was enough to make tomorrow another e-learning day. A whole week spent at home. That’s a blessing in many ways, but tough on some kids, no doubt.
Not our kids, though.
We finally finished our last bit of Christmas un-decorating today. The lights came down from gutters and the Christmas tree got some Sawz-all attention.
Afterward, instead of destroying trees, the Boy decided he wanted to try climbing one — a magnolia in the backyard that was just a little sapling when we bought the house.
And what better way to end this day off of school than with a little bonfire, burning the tree that was just in our living room.
When you make your bathroom look like this
you inevitably make your table look like this
and even your counter, significantly further away, look like this.
We had an online meeting tonight with a company that helps student-athletes navigate the challenge of getting an academic scholarship. It’s something that I have absolutely no firsthand knowledge and little to no general knowledge about. The question is, given the cost of the service (it’s not cheap by any stretch), just how much will this provide us in the long run. Its cost would certainly be justified if we ended up with major savings to L’s college costs through a scholarship to play volleyball. Yet if we just get nothing for it — no real offer, no real scholarship, no real hope — then it was obviously money poorly spent.
We had a teacher workday today, and the day concluded with a presentation from a therapist about trauma and its effects on learning. It basically boiled down to, “Don’t be a dick and compound these at-risk kids’ issues by taking everything personally and letting that trigger you into a power struggle that damages the relationship.” That’s laudable, and certainly a very basic best practice for classroom management, but it got me thinking about how much we never know about our students in a given moment: what taught a kid to react this way to this stimulus, what’s going on in the kid’s head at the moment, how we’re contributing to it, what other social forces, unseen and unknown, are contributing at that moment due to peer pressure and the idea of lost face — the whole miasmic mess we find ourselves in when an at-risk student is in full panic mode. Not an excuse for disregarding the processes we went over today. Far from it — a full admission to their basic necessity. Yet it still leaves me feeling a bit like Sisyphus.
One of our final renovations on our house will begin tomorrow: the guest bathroom will get a complete makeover.
Heaven knows it needs it. In a lot of ways, it was always the room most in need of renovation. Ugly subway tiles on the counter, some god-awful trim around the sink, old toilet — it was all awful.
Was?! It is awful. It has been awful for years. And tomorrow, we start renovating it all. Well, we’re not doing anything — we’re hiring our Polish friend who’s done so much already in our home.
This last unknown is finally known: when will we ever get that bathroom done…
More planting in the yard,
a new bookshelf for the Girl,
some re-decoration of the Boy’s room —
not our typical Sunday.
In many ways, a fairly typical Saturday: the sun came up from the back of the house, washing everything in a soft morning light.
The Boy played computer games immediately upon waking up — it’s his Saturday morning treat, and considering the fact that we have no kind of gaming console whatsoever (no Xbox, no Wii, no Playstation), it’s a little indulgance we allow.
K and I (though mainly K) talk to Babcia. We talk about important matters (the energy crisis in Europe) and not-so-important matters (I can’t even remember).
I go and look at our front yard, covered with new grass that’s several inches high, thinking that I might finally be able to mow it today.
And then I start my chores. First up — seal up all the cracks in the chimney that I found last week, one (or perhaps several) of which let in enough water to damage the drywall in our bedroom. A serious matter, to be sure, but since it rained for a week a while ago with no additional damage, we think (hope) it was a one-time mini-disaster. Still, it’s best to seal everything as best I can.
In the afternoon, I plant some new shrubs for K and finally mow that yard. It’s a tedious task: the ground is still wet, and if I’m not careful, I dig out a bit of grass and mud every time I turn the mower. Still, once it’s all done, it looks magnificant.
In the meantime, K and the Boy are repainting the ramp that leads to Papa’s room. (We still call it that — probably always will.)
We don’t really need the ramp anymore as Papa no longer needs it for his wheelchair, but what else are we going to do? It would be absurd to get rid of it.
While they’re at it, they go ahead and repaint the small decorative fence that predates our chainlink fence and looks a little weird but a little sweet, too.
A busy, productive day.
A good bit of the afternoon I spent on the ladder, trying to figure out how water is getting into the wall in our bedroom. It’s against the chimney, so I assumed the water was leaking in through some crack somewhere.
“Some” crack is hardly the word. Once I’d cleaned off all the moss that was growing there, I saw we had multiple cracks through which water could easily seep.
In the evening, date night: sushi and a stroll around downtown. This weekend is Fall for Greenville, which meant the streets were packed. But it was a lovely, cozy evening nonetheless.
What we accomplished this weekend and what I have documentation for are two different things. I spent some time this afternoon scraping paint from the ramp that leads into Papa’s room (it will likely always be Papa’s room). When will we repaint it? Who knows. But I wanted to accomplish something today other than schoolwork.
Working to pressure wash a decade of dirt from the concrete portion of our driveway.
Pathetic post, but it’s all I’ve got for today. I could probably draw some kind of life lesson or parallel from it, but …