5:45 woke up
6:55 started driving to pick up 2 other people from other church as carpool for
7:30 – 12:30 Habitat for Humanity build (E and I hung 6 doors!)
1:30 got home, packed up car, and headed off to dump and library
3:00 home again, started gardening
3:30 work crisis for E, online for next 5.5 hours
10:00 went to bed
10:45 woken by teenager coming home


3:30 woken by cat throwing up
5:30 woken by cat throwing up
6:30 woken by cat throwing up; E took cat out
7:00 fox wandered into our yard, cat chased fox, E chased cat
7:30 E back online for work crisis
8:00 cat threw up again

Later today we’ll make a trip to E’s mom’s house with our lawnmower to do spring clean-up of her yard, and go shopping to buy her a toaster oven, buy M sandals, and buy screws so I can mount our new hose rack at home.

And then tomorrow morning it’s up early to start a work week all over again….

We got the big packet of enrollment materials from URochester this week — health form, housing form, dining plan info, etc. M also has a big stack of paperwork to complete related to his summer camp job. Our goal for this weekend was to deal with the medical forms, so that anything which requires a doctor’s signature can be signed at his physical on Tuesday.

So today I handed him the camp medical form and his immunization record, and told him to fill out everything on the form except for parental signature and the physician’s section.

“If I got the tetanus shot, where’s that?” he asked, looking at the immunization record.

“It’s the T in Tdap and DTP and DTaP,” I replied. He copied down 6 dates.

“How about diphtheria?”

“That’s the D.”


“That’s the P.”

“Chicken pox?”

“That’s listed as varicella.”


“That’s MMR. It also includes mumps and rubella,” I added, before he could ask about 2 more diseases.

He forged on to the health history section. Fortunately, he remembered my previous guidance about this — if you don’t recognize the name of an ailment, you’ve probably never had it — and was able to whiz through it with no input.

I’m not sure he’ll remember long-term how all the abbreviations match up to names for the immunizations, but at least now he knows not to expect a 1:1 clear spelled-out match between what a form asks for, and what his records say!


My meeting at work this morning was interrupted by the noise of turkeys gobbling. We looked out the window and saw two large turkeys fanning their tails in front of the first floor windows. They’ve been gobbling and preening off and on for the last week or so.

Me: “I think it’s mating season. Are turkeys stupid enough to be trying to impress the reflection they see in the window?”

Jim: “Yes. It’s males looking at themselves in the windows… just like at the gym.”

Everyone cracked up. The two guys in the room both blushed.

Marsh walk

Yesterday E and I enjoyed one of the first beautiful spring days by going for a walk at Mass Audubon’s Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary. There’s a boardwalk that winds along the edge of a marsh, and assorted other trails along streams and ponds, and the wildlife was reveling in the beautiful day just as much as we were.

The geese seemed happy to pose for my camera.



At least, until they had somewhere else to go.


The turtles were basking in the sun.


Some places had so many turtles it was almost like playing “Where’s Waldo?” (Except they’re all Waldo.)


Did you find them all?


Another pond had a great blue heron.


He had very definite ideas about how close I could come with my camera. Fortunately, I have an 8x zoom lens.


And then there was a lovely little waterfall, with a couple ducks frolicking at the top.



Tomorrow the Supreme Court will hear arguments in four consolidated cases about whether it is legal for states to ban same-sex marriages, or refuse to recognize same-sex marriages performed elsewhere. The cases will have a total of 2.5 hours of arguments. This still seems pretty long to me, since I can sum up the arguments in 2.5 minutes:

Pro-marriage-equality: Same-sex marriage bans are wrong because marriage is the primary way government conveys an enormous number of legal benefits and protections to the two people involved, and to any children they have. Our country was founded on ideas of equality. Also the right to the pursuit of happiness, which marriage certainly falls under. And the 14th amendment promises equal protection under the law to all people.

Anti-marriage-equality: Gay sex is icky. God thinks it’s really icky. Straight people accidentally have too many babies. Why two drunk teenagers in the back of a van should have more legal rights than two responsible adults in a medical office or adoption agency, we can’t exactly explain, except we know gay sex is even ickier than unmarried teenage sex. Also we stopped reading amendments after number 2, the one protecting our guns.

Yesterday I got home from work and asked M if he had any plans with his friends for the evening. “We might be going to the movies,” he replied, “But I’m not sure exactly what the deal is. I think TweedleDee can drive.”

(For purposes of anonymity, M’s buddies will be referred to as TweedleDee, TweedleDum, and TweedleDingbat. Not that I would call them this if M was listening. But it fits.)

Over the next couple hours, he sent various texts and various messages on Facebook, but didn’t hear back from anyone. Finally, at 7:20, he reported that TweedleDee and TweedleDum were already at the movie theater in a nearby city since they had each driven themselves there. Could he borrow my car to drive himself and TweedleDingbat over there for an 8:00 movie showing?

I said no. My car’s gas tank was nearly empty, and by the time he got gas, got TweedleDingbat, and drove through Friday night traffic and city traffic, he’d miss the start of the movie anyway. But he was welcome to have TweedleDingbat come to our house for dinner and to watch a movie on TV.

M wasn’t happy but he didn’t argue. TweedleDingbat didn’t come over, but M picked out a movie to watch with us. Just as he was about to sit down to dinner, there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door, and there were 3 large teenage guys standing in the dark. “Can M go the movies with us?” they asked.

They looked and sounded exactly like little kids knocking on the door asking, “Can M come out to play?” Except for being 10 years older, and 3 feet taller.

Anyway, off M went, very happily. It turned out that when TweedleDee and TweedleDum realized M and TweedleDingbat couldn’t join them, they actually left the movie theater and drove back to our town to pick the other 2 up. The guys then ended up going to a completely different city to watch a later showing of their desired movie.

So overall they get -10 points for the ability to make any coherent plans, but +20 points for making sure that everyone was included despite it!

I gave M a ride to school this morning since it was raining. Unfortunately, by the time he was done with his inscrutable morning routine and ready to get into my car, he smelled overpoweringly of… something. I later emailed E to ask if she knew what kind of man-spray he was using — not sure what you call perfume for guys, but man-spray sure seemed to fit! She didn’t know, but speculated he may have bought something on his own while he was out.

He’s out again now (in my car, since what’s a Friday night without driving around 2 towns to pick up a few more friends to help one friend set up a prom-posal for his girlfriend?) So I glanced around in his room a little bit, to see if there was any obvious explanation for the source of the smell. I didn’t do any serious prying, and I didn’t see anything in the man-spray category. But his deodorant was on his dresser, so I took a quick sniff of that. Same odor as he had this morning.

Hmmm… should a kid wearing a T-shirt and pullover really smell that strongly of deodorant if he’s just using it on his armpits? Or is he using it in some other way that I probably don’t want to know?


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