It has been a busy week here at Chez Squid. On Wednesday, Squidette made her debut as first clarinet/concert mistress for the grade 6 A band. On Thursday, Little Squid made his concert debut on the flute in the 4th grade band and Squidette helped to beef up the 6 B band (it's smaller then the 6 A band and needed a few more players). Friday saw Little Squid strutting his stuff in this school's annual NDI performance. The dance totally suited Little Squid's frentic nature. Pre and post dance events also allayed any concerns I had about him being too introverted. As soon as we got to venue he took off after his friends in a manner that I can only describe as "totally boy." Today we caught him emailing a girl! My mother-in-law would be happy -- the girl is Jewish. *g* Hey, he's known her since age 4. Think this could go somewhere?
After returning from our late evening -- had to get dinner with friends after the performance -- I found a huge box on my doorstep. Inside were all these goodies from Sprite!
Yummy fudge and chocolate covered pretzels and candy and fuzzies and girly stuff and ... lots and lots of stuff. Some of it has been distributed to the shorter Squid ...
and some has been set aside for me! Thank you Sprite!!!
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Saturday, June 02, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Presents and Memories
When I came home today I found this package sitting on the table. Inside was the sweetest note from Susan and this fiber. The green says that it is Bamboo Silk and the Blue doesn't say but feels like silk.
Soft, fibery love. Thank you so much, Susan!
There was a request for the story of the Lobster earrings. So, being ever the obedient blogger, here goes. Way back when, oh, about 21 years ago this May, I started hanging out with this really great guy that I knew from high school. We had reconnected a few months earlier and were well on the way to becoming best friends. During that first summer we frequented cartoon night at the Thalia (now a part of Symphony Space), attended Concerts in the Park and drank wine under the stars. On July 4 we watched the fireworks while sitting together on the Brooklyn Bridge. At the end of the evening, he kissed me lightly on the lips.
Sometime during that summer, while we were hanging with a great group of friends after waiting hours to get our tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, we wandered over to a store on the West Side and he bought me my very first present.
Lobster Earrings. Then...
And now. Yes, the same earrings, 21 years later. Want a better look at that perm I was sporting?
Remember that mini skirt I mentioned a few posts ago? Doesn't look nearly as short as I thought it was. (I had another picture of it but this one shows the aqua better.)
(A nicer "now" picture.)
Soft, fibery love. Thank you so much, Susan!
There was a request for the story of the Lobster earrings. So, being ever the obedient blogger, here goes. Way back when, oh, about 21 years ago this May, I started hanging out with this really great guy that I knew from high school. We had reconnected a few months earlier and were well on the way to becoming best friends. During that first summer we frequented cartoon night at the Thalia (now a part of Symphony Space), attended Concerts in the Park and drank wine under the stars. On July 4 we watched the fireworks while sitting together on the Brooklyn Bridge. At the end of the evening, he kissed me lightly on the lips.
Sometime during that summer, while we were hanging with a great group of friends after waiting hours to get our tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, we wandered over to a store on the West Side and he bought me my very first present.
Lobster Earrings. Then...
And now. Yes, the same earrings, 21 years later. Want a better look at that perm I was sporting?
Remember that mini skirt I mentioned a few posts ago? Doesn't look nearly as short as I thought it was. (I had another picture of it but this one shows the aqua better.)
(A nicer "now" picture.)
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Busy Squid
It is a lovely day, lots of sun and the temperature is rising. Are we riding? Nope. Still too cold and way too windy with a Nor'easter due late tonight.
Instead, it is 11:30 a.m. and I have already cleaned the turtle tank, packaged and mailed 5 items including the taxes and have taken some of the lighter items off of the balcony in anticipation of said storm.
The packages include a gift to a sick colleague (some nice knitting stuff), a small gift to an original swap pal (down stream) who got dropped from the swap, and a return of some bike shoes that were too tight. More on the swap-pal issue in another post.
I should be blocking the pieces to Squidette's sweater but instead am taking a break before sashaying off to the Opera with my favorite fourth grader. We are seeing Turandot and we are really excited about it. This will be the second time we are seeing this opera and I am curious as to how it will be different from the last time. During this opera there are three riddles asked and the first time we saw it, during a dress rehearsal, Little Squid was upset because one of the riddles did not have a question mark after it in the seat-back titles. This was a good two and a half years ago but we still tell the story. Love that kid!
Instead, it is 11:30 a.m. and I have already cleaned the turtle tank, packaged and mailed 5 items including the taxes and have taken some of the lighter items off of the balcony in anticipation of said storm.
The packages include a gift to a sick colleague (some nice knitting stuff), a small gift to an original swap pal (down stream) who got dropped from the swap, and a return of some bike shoes that were too tight. More on the swap-pal issue in another post.
I should be blocking the pieces to Squidette's sweater but instead am taking a break before sashaying off to the Opera with my favorite fourth grader. We are seeing Turandot and we are really excited about it. This will be the second time we are seeing this opera and I am curious as to how it will be different from the last time. During this opera there are three riddles asked and the first time we saw it, during a dress rehearsal, Little Squid was upset because one of the riddles did not have a question mark after it in the seat-back titles. This was a good two and a half years ago but we still tell the story. Love that kid!
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