Some music for you

Annabelle's youth orchestra had 2 performances of their recruiting concert today. These are shows that they put on at local elementary schools to drum up interest among younger kids for all things orchestral. I was psyched because I finally got a decent picture of her with the orchestra (bassoon moms hardly ever get good pics, because all we can usually see is the top of the bassoon sticking up out of the crowd like some sort of periscope):



Here is "Under the Sea" from the morning concert:



And the finale from Beethoven's 5th Symphony from this afternoon:



And the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark, also from this afternoon's performance:



I can't believe that after tomorrow's concert the season will be over. It has been a great musical year!

A riveting story

A few weeks ago, Annabelle bought a pair of really cute denim shorts. The first time she wore them, one of the many rivets fell off. Fortunately she found both pieces, and I put fixing her shorts on my list of Things To Do.

When I finally got serious about it, I stopped in at the fabric store and bought a little $3 gadget that the saleslady assured me would do the trick in pinching the rivet pieces back together. Nope, didn't work.

So then I went on ebay and found a slightly cooler $10 gadget that seemed even better suited for the job. It finally arrived the other day, but it didn't work any better than the first tool.

I'm pleased to report that the shorts are finally fixed now. The magic bullet? Super glue!

A day full of nothing

Oh, today was lovely! The only thing I absolutely HAD to do was make a run to the commissary. Aside from that, I puttered around on the computer and took a late afternoon nap. I also managed to get the kitchen cleaned up, but just because I wanted to and not because I was on some sort of deadline. The kids had a lazy day as well, and we all really appreciated the down time. Now I'm waiting for Annabelle to come upstairs so we can finish watching a TV show we started last night.

Stress, code

Sorry to keep you guys hanging for so long on the dress code issue. The past few days have just been insanely busy. The good kind of busy--hair appointments, musical theater recitals, orchestra concerts, etc.--as opposed to the bad kind of busy--tax audits and doctor appointments, for example--but crazy nonetheless. Annabelle had a show last night in E'town, and then I worked from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. at Project Graduation. I got up to take Mike to the high school by 7 a.m. to catch a bus to the state track competition, where he took pictures for next year's yearbook. Since then, I've taken Annabelle to E'town for one show, driven up to Louisville to to pick up Mike and to take him to work, and gone back down to E'town to pick up Annabelle. Thank goodness there is only (only! ha!) one more drive to E'town in my day--I leave again in a couple hours to take Annabelle to her last musical theater performance of the year.

So anyway, yeah, the dress code . . . well, the bottom line is that I never expected to get everything I wanted, and in that respect I certainly wasn't disappointed. But let's back up to Tuesday night's public participation meeting before getting into the draft that was presented to the superintendent at Thursday's school board meeting.

I felt a little let down by the attendance at the meeting. Granted, we had less than a week's notice and this is a crazy time of year for most parents, but the superintendent takes the showing as evidence that people really don't mind the current code. I disagree and think that beyond the schedule conflicts, many people here exist in a state of learned helplessness. The Powers That Be WILL wait you out. You WILL move one day. Resistance is futile blah blah blah.

It was no surprise that Option 1 was the clear "winner" in the survey. I could have hugged my friend Theresa when she stood up and pointed out that the strict uniform policy of Option 2 was obviously a "throwaway" designed to make Option 1 look more palatable. (This echoed the sentiment of my friend Tim, who commented on my Facebook page that the survey reminded him of an episode of that famously raunchy cartoon South Park.)

The board member making the presentation said that some surveys were returned with no preference indicated. I stood up and said that I wanted to make sure that everybody understood for at least some of those surveys (mine, for example, and everybody in Annabelle's homeroom class), it would be disingenuous to say that they represented "no preference"--more like a vote against both choices. Furthermore, I pointed out, there would have been more like that except that some of the middle school teachers made their students pick one or the other.

We spent the balance of the meeting going over each item of clothing and making suggestions. On Thursday, the committee presented the superintendent with the following proposed policy, which is basically Option 1 with a couple of adjustments (click to make it bigger):



The new proposed policy adds stripes for shirts (still just polo or collared dress shirts and still tucked in) and does away with the asinine requirement that cargo pockets be sewn shut. The original Option 1 allowed for jeans in colors other than blue, while the proposed policy eliminates jeans of all colors. Much as I would love to see the kids in jeans, I thought it was totally stupid to outlaw blue jeans while allowing other colors, so this change represents an ironic improvement. And of course we still don't have hoodies, and it's still being couched as a safety issue, which makes me want to scream.

Oddly enough though, I can't work up much outrage at this point. Oh, sure, I've had my fantasies about alerting the ACLU to the fact that middle-schoolers were forced to vote for one policy or the other (smells like government-compelled speech to me), but mostly I just feel done. I'm done going to school board meetings--I know that much. I went to every one last year as a member of the board and every one this year as a concerned parent. I think next year I'm going to spend those 2 hours a month taking a nap instead.

Project Graduation

About to volunteer there. So. Tired.

Help me decide?

I am FINALLY getting around to posting the proofs from the photos Fred and I had made at the formal almost 2 weeks ago. Feel free to give an opinion as to which we should order!

Proof 720:



Proof 721:



Proof 722:



Proof 723:



I had planned on sewing a new dress for the dance, but everything I was drawn to was hot pink. I thought, "Heck, I already made a hot pink dress 10 years ago," so I pulled it out of the back of my closet and saved myself some time and money.

I'll post about the dress code updates tomorrow. I'm still noodling it around, trying to figure out exactly how I feel about it.

Day is done . . .

. . . and so am I. I thought this would be the day to do the post with pictures I had in mind earlier in the week, but it doesn't look like it's in the cards. Today has been a nice day but exhausting, and all I want to do right now is log off and veg out.

I took Annabelle down to E'town this morning for a youth orchestra performance at a local elementary school. Then we went BACK down to E'town later this afternoon for a musical theater rehearsal. Rehearsal went much later than planned, so we were well past 8:00 getting home. I already had chicken marinating, so I was pretty much committed to cooking tonight, but it was 9:00 before we actually sat down to eat. Now the kitchen is cleaned up, and I'm ready to say my good nights. So good night!

Cautiously optimistic

Well, we had the dress code meeting this evening. This was a time for public participation, and it went better than I had expected. I was a little disappointed by the number of parents to show up, but overall it went well. I don't expect the school board will come up with the exact same policy that I would write, but if some of the modifications we discussed make it into the final draft, I'll be content. Now I just have to hope that if I get quoted in the newspaper article ('cause I did speak my mind), I don't look like an idiot. Especially since I was the one who gave the reporter the heads up about the meeting in the first place.

Technical difficulties

Well, poo. I had a post all planned for tonight with pictures, but for some reason Photoshop Elements is not acting right on my laptop. I am feeling much too lazy to go sit at the desktop, so I suppose it will have to wait for tomorrow.

We learned a new move in Pilates today. It's called Airplane, and it looks something like this:



Only see how he lowers his toes very slowly towards the platform? I am at the mercy of gravity and was lucky not to break my other 9 toes. And no WAY can I do it backwards like he demonstrates at the 40-second mark. Still it gives me something to work towards, I suppose.

Wool socks in May?

This is just nuts. Our high today was 64 degrees. The warm weather needs to get here soon and STAY, or I am going to lose my mind.

Why buy the cow?

Annabelle and I had a lovely day in Louisville today. We went up to catch a friend's violin recital and have lunch afterwards, but first we bagged some amazing bargains at Kohl's and the mall (2 pairs of jeans and a t-shirt for me, a pair of pants and 2 t-shirts for Annabelle, and an amazing necklace that we shall share custody of). After a delicious Mediterranian lunch at The Grape Leaf, we stopped by Whole Foods to pick up something for Mike to eat.

We cruised through the store checking out the various samples, and in the fish department we tried some grilled mahi mahi with Cajun seasoning. I have rarely met a grocery store sample I didn't like, but that fish was like eating a spoonful of fire ants. Our mouths were on fire, and Annabelle and I were in a hurry to finish our shopping and get the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of there with a nice bottle of water.

When we got to the dairy department, we bumped into a man giving out samples of milk--sweet, creamy milk from happy grass-eating cows in Ohio! Turns out Whole Foods is now carrying milk from Snowville Creamery, and it is yummy. It's pasteurized, but not homogenized, so you have to shake the carton before opening. Annabelle and I wound up bringing home 2 gallons of our new milk.

To whom it may concern . . .

Dear Friends,

We are happy the school board is revamping the FKHS/SMS dress code, and we applaud the work of the dress code committee. As you may know, a survey went out asking teachers, parents, and students to choose between two dress code options and to provide additional opinions on individual clothing items. We are concerned, however, that the survey presents a false choice: Option 2, a strict uniform policy, appears to make Option 1 look more palatable, but Option 1 is, in our opinion, disturbingly similar to the current code.

While it is refreshing to see Capris added for girls and the deletion of some of the color controls, we are disappointed by several of the surviving restrictions in Option 1. First, while "hoodies" denoted gang affiliation when the original code was drafted, this is no longer the case; in fact, it is almost impossible to find a sweater without a hood that doesn't make the wearer look like a senior citizen. Second, polo shirts are not uniformly flattering, and tucking in shirts can serve to highlight weight differences that children may already feel uncomfortable about. Third, most casual shorts have cargo pockets; a child is no more likely to conceal a weapon in a cargo pocket than he or she is to hide it in a notebook, purse, or even a regular pocket. Option 1, while blessedly shorter than the current policy, continues to dictate fashion, robs our young adults of the opportunity to make decisions regarding their personal appearance guided by their parents, and casts our teachers in the unfortunate position of policing whether or not cargo pockets have been sewn shut.

Please take a look at the dress code policy that is in effect at the high school at Kadena AFB (Japan): http://tiny.cc/Kadena. A simple policy such as this sets reasonable parameters for matters of safety and decency, while allowing students to dress in a way that is comfortable to them and that expresses their individuality. We urge you to consider attending the public meeting at 1800 hours on Tuesday, 19 May, at Scott Middle School prepared to support such a policy (minus the typos) as Option 3.

Feel free to forward this message to other parents. This is our opportunity to influence the operation of our local schools. Hope to see you at the meeting!

Sincerely,

Fred and Bonnie Taylor

Phoning it in

Greetings from E'town! I am here waiting for the youth orchestra rehearsal to finish. This is my third trip down here today, so I am pretty tired. I figured I would put my time here to good use by posting today's update from my phone. This way when I get home, I can get right into my TV shows and then hit the hay.

i sing of Olaf dressed in plaid*

If I were an oyster and the dress code of the high school and middle school here at Fort Knox were a teensy grain of sand, I would have the mother of all pearls by now. It might seem silly to get all worked up over school clothes, but it comes up repeatedly, each time I attempt to buy something new for one of the kids and hear about how all possibilities violate the 1,300-word current mandate.

What bothers me at least as much as the code is the way parental concerns on the topic have been minimized and brushed aside for the years that we have been here. I have been complaining to principals and to the district superintendent since 2005. When my friends and I get together to compare our experiences, we often wind up bemoaning the code, and I know that few students are fans. Yet to a one, the response from the administration has been tepid. Safety, they tell us. Discipline, they say. At the risk of sounding cynical, I'm convinced that deep inside each is thinking, It really doesn't matter because you'll be gone in a year or two, and I'll still be here.

Maybe that's why I've made the dress code my hill to die on. Next year will be my fourth "final" year here at Knox, and I'm tired of having the problem set aside to be dealt with at some future date. That's certainly what happened last year when I attempted as a member of the board of education to effect change--we were told it would be reviewed the following year. I am convinced, however, that if I had not stood up as a concerned parent at the new board's first meeting in September and made the new board members aware of this promise, they would not have heard about it through other channels.

The current board commissioned a committee of parents, teachers, and students to look at the issue, and today a survey was sent out to parents and students of the middle and high school. We are invited to vote for one of 2 options, which will then be discussed at a public forum next Tuesday night and enacted as policy by the board of education at Thursday's meeting.

Option 1 is a relative of our current policy distilled to some 350 words (click to make it bigger):



This policy fixes some of the problems with the current code, such as the current prohibition against Capri pants for girls (WTF?), but keeps some of the most annoying restrictions, such as the rejection of sweaters and sweatshirts with hoods. Perhaps when the current code was drafted many years ago, "hoodies" were a sure sign of gang activity, but today they're not and it's almost impossible to find non-hooded sweaters. In fact, I would love to see the superintendent take Annabelle shopping for a sweater without a hood. While he's at it, he is welcome to take Mike shopping for pants or shorts that don't have cargo pockets and that any self-respecting teenage boy who doesn't model himself on Alex P. Keaton would be caught dead in. The cargo pocket restriction, however, has survived in this new incarnation. (Cargo pockets aren't allowed because a student could use them to carry a weapon. Never mind that Annabelle carries a bassoon case--that her friends jokingly call "the RPG"--to and from school on a daily basis.)

Option 2 is a uniform, plain and simple:



That certainly would simplify the shopping and make it easier for the teachers to quickly to spot who is out of code, but it would also lead to all-out rebellion from the students. In fact, I can't help but think that it is the dire, worst-case scenario that is offered to make option 1 easier to swallow.

If we lived off post, the kids would go to North Hardin High, where
these are the fashion rules (scroll down because their policy doesn't take up the better part of a page). If we lived in Stuttgart, Germany, they would attend a DoD school where this is the standard (again, scroll to get there). I want to know what is so bad about Fort Knox students that their clothing needs to be micro-managed to this extent. I'm tired of seeing my kids forced to dress like dweebs and being told that it's for their own safety.

Frankly, this feels like subjugation to me. What's the first thing we take away from prisoners and and bootcamp trainees? Their clothes. I've had enough of watching my kids treated like inmates.

I sincerely hope that next week marks the positive turning point in this issue. After 4 years of institutional torpidity, you'll have to pardon me if I sound skeptical.

*with apologies to e.e. cummings

Letting the cat out of the bag

Not much to report on today, so I'm digging back through my files to find stuff I never got around to uploading. I'm afraid I neglected to introduce my parents' new cat Arlo. So here, meet Arlo:



Arlo was named Oreo when he found my parents. The phone number on his ID tag was disconnected though, and when efforts to find his people failed, Mom and Dad dubbed him Arlo and brought him inside.

Arlo is brimming with charm and personality, but so was Ted Bundy. He has trouble getting along with poor Willis, so Mom and Dad are back to spending their days shuffling cats from one location to another. While Arlo doesn't play well with real cats, one of his favorite ways to kick back and relax is by loving on his stuffed kitty:

Blogger's block

Today was just a normal Monday--Pilates and then out to lunch with myself--and I don't have much to say about it. This blog entry is the only thing standing between me and going to bed early tonight though, so I'm just going to click the button to publish now. Maybe I'll feel creative tomorrow!

Home again (again)!

I flew to Carlisle this weekend for the spring formal and had a delightful time. I would post pictures, but when I took my camera out to take a picture of Three-Mile Island this afternoon, I left it in Fred's car. So any photos will have to wait a few days until Fred mails it to me. I arrived home this evening to a clean house, which was a wonderful conclusion to Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day!

They once were lost but now are found

Hooray, the lucky socks have been found! Now that IS lucky! (I think Annabelle should post a picture of them.)

Oh, dear!

Annabelle's lucky socks are missing, and I was the last person who had them! She took them to the concert last night in her bassoon case, but she had to leave the case in the bandroom. I offered to put the socks in my purse so they would be nearby in the gym during the concert. I clearly remember stuffing them in there, and now they are gone.

I've looked everywhere I can think of in the house. I went out to the school to look in the lost and found and to search the gym and bandroom. They're not in the car. Where could they be???

They're not easily replaced. For one thing, they came from Germany, and for another thing, they're lucky (duh). You can't just find that on eBay!

I don't want to be the Mother Who Lost the Lucky Socks. She's worse than the Mother Who Sold the Baseball Card Collection!

Magical!

The past few days have been somewhat of a roller-coaster for Annabelle and her bassoon solo for tonight's concert. The ups have been really high and the downs have been lower than a bassoon's low B-flat. I was really worried yesterday that she would either play it and be disappointed in her performance or not play it at all. "Sorcerer's Apprentice" is, after all, the piece that made her want to play bassoon in the first place way back in fifth grade. She persevered though and played the song, and it was magnificent! See for yourself (and then go over to Annabelle's blog to learn how purple socks contributed to her success):



Here she is after the concert, chewing on a reed and showing off the trophy for Outstanding Musician:



And with her wonderful band director, who has always gone above and beyond to support Annabelle in all her musical pursuits:



Well done, Annabelle!

Rain, rain, go away

At least it's fairly warm, but the never-ending rain is really starting to get to me. I went to a change of command today and was all excited about wearing a summery dress and sandals. Instead I wound up in a turtleneck and black dress pants and my waterproof Canadian boots. I love those boots, but every time I have worn them in the past 4 weeks, I have found myself thinking, "This is the last time for this year!" But then it never is.

Christmas in May

Fred just sent me this photo, which was taken by one of his friends at the Christmas formal:



Aren't we cute?!

When will I learn?

I have friends who own cameras that are mas macho, and while I feel a twinge of jealousy each time I see their fantastic pictures, I also know myself well enough to know that I need a small camera that I can easily shove in my purse or pocket. I worry that if I had a big camera, I would be too lazy to carry it around. So then why, why, WHY do I so often find myself wishing for my camera?!

Remember a week or so ago when I found those baby birds in the light pole in E'town? Well, this evening I parked by the same light pole and was delighted to see little adolescent birdies sitting in the opening to the pole. I, unfortunately, had left my camera home in my kitchen, so I snapped this pic with my cell phone:



It's OK, but I can't figure out if it's possible to zoom at all using my phone. Plus with my shaky hands, it's hard to get a crisp picture without some sort of image stabilization feature. I was really kicking myself when the mother bird swooped in and hovered in front of their clamoring mouths while she fed them. No way am I steady enough to get a shot like that on my phone!

Home!

We made it home tonight after 10 total hours of driving and a supper break at the Olive Garden in Louisville. Mike and I just got done watching last week's episodes of The Office and 30 Rock, and I'm about to catch up on Grey's Anatomy. Just wanted to check in and report that we had a fantastic weekend and it was worth every minute and every mile!

Carlisle report

The party last night was a fantastic success. Fred knew that there was going to be a party, but he thought it was a regular seminar party--he had no clue that it was going to be his birthday party or that we were going to be there. I'm so grateful to everybody in the seminar who worked so hard to make it a special night. I'm hoping somebody else took a better picture of us, but until I find one, here we are at the party:



This afternoon we hung out with my friends Ivy and Deana while Annabelle and her friend Julianna visited for the first time in 2 years. Julianna went to Faerie Fest yesterday and shared her new accessories with Annabelle for a photo op:



When the coffee shop we were in closed (at 3 o'clock!), we headed over to the ice cream shop Massey's, which my friend Kim recommended. I got a scoop of peach ice cream, which was delicious but not as photo worthy as Fred's softserve. So I borrowed his cone and posed for a picture:



Tonight we're going to a friend's house for dinner and getting packed up. Tomorrow it's a 10-hour drive back to reality!

Liar, liar, pants on fire

OK. so we are not really in Alabama. We are actually in Pennsylvania for Fred's birthday. SURPRISE! We are having a great time. I will post party details tomorrow.

Road trip!

Well, we are thiiiiiiiiis close to being totally packed. We are going to get a few hours down the road tonight and stop on the other side of Nashville. That will give us some extra time tomorrow afternoon so that we can stop in Birmingham for a little while and visit a friend of mine.

Reader's block

If you've been paying attention to my sidebar, you might be under the impression that I've stopped updating my books on LibraryThing. No, I'm still diligently entering in all my books read. It's just that lately I have been reading next to nothing. Bookwise, at any rate. I manage to stay on top of my Newsweek subscription and read the newspaper almost daily, but books just haven't been happening for me. In fact, this represents my total of books read so far in 2009:



And it's not like I don't have a stack of great books waiting in the wings! I do! I just seem to have lost my reading mojo. I wonder if there is a form of Viagra for bookworms.

Blogger's block

Oh, what to blog today? This was a pretty quiet day. I did get a lot done on my indexing project, but that doesn't really make for good blogging. Mike has a swim clinic in Alabama this weekend, and I need to start getting us ready for our trip. Fortunately it's a fairly quick trip, and we don't need any fancy clothes, so it should be pretty simple to pull it all together. I just need to get this index off my desk first!

For all your security needs!

Think of Fort Knox and you think of security, right? Why, Fort Knox's very reputation is built on security! Well, things just got a little safer in these here parts now that the International Headquarters of Gnomeland Security (IHOGS) is open for business:



This neighborhood is going to get a lot more boring when certain people move out this summer.

Lovely end to a beautiful weekend

Well, poo, I have some funny neighborhood pictures to share, but my camera is downstairs in my purse, and I'm going to use my injured toe as an excuse not to go down and get it tonight. Tomorrow though, I promise!

Hurt toe aside, this has been a really nice weekend. For one thing, we didn't have to go ANYWHERE yesterday, which was a pleasant change from our usual hustle. Today Annabelle and I capped off the weekend with a trip up to Louisville, where we watched the Louisville Youth Orchestra perform (amazing!), met new friends, got some help from her bassoon teacher on her solo for the upcoming band concert, and grabbed Vietnamese food for supper. Delightful! (Or as Annabelle would say, adorable!)

RICE

That's Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. And it's how I am spending my day today, although in my case the C stands for Chocolate. My toe is really bugging me, especially because it's keeping me from getting to the million and one things I need to do. I've gathered my latest freelance project, some volunteer work, a few books and magazines, my laptop, 2 phones, and the TV remote controls around me and have taken to my bed for the day.

If you want to see my purple toe, click here.

Bird brain

Remember how I fixed up my porch to be a proper nursery for all the baby robins I was looking forward to having this year? And then how excited I got about having the starlings nesting in the vent above my sink? Well, it would appear that the starlings have scared off the robins. I did catch a starling pilfering nesting material from the robin nest one day, so I can't really blame the robins for moving on to greener pastures.

The other day I noticed that I've got a robin nest in one of the bushes in front of my house. I checked while I was out with the dog this morning, and sure enough the nest was full of fuzzy, beaky heads. I miss being able to peek out my kitchen window and watch the babies like I did last year, so when I went inside, I tried to figure out if I could see the nest through one of my living room windows. It turns out I can't, and to add injury to insult, I kicked the couch by accident on my way to the window, and I'm pretty sure I broke my toe. That's a bummer--no baby birds to watch AND a purple toe.

Tonight I was at a shopping center in E'town when I noticed a starling flying out of a hole in a metal street-light pole. On a hunch I stuck my camera in the hole and snapped a pic. Sure enough--babies!

Double E'town day

I came to E'town earlier today for a farewell luncheon for the executive board of the international group (membership chair here!). Then I came back in the late afternoon to take Annabelle to youth orchestra rehearsal. I am blogging from my phone while I wait for her, as I am trying to curb the amount of time I spend on the computer in the evening. Seems the best way for me to do that is not to turn it on in the first place. Sure, I could log on "just for a minute," but it never seems to work out that way. I'm weak. First I blog. Then I check the weather forecast. Then before I know it, it's 2 hours later and I'm googling to find out whatever happened to the first kid who played Chris on "The Partridge Family." (What did happen to him anyway?)

Another from the files

I celebrated Easter this year by throwing out the potatoes I had bought at Christmas. And an onion on unknown vintage:

Digging into the files

Now that prom is over, we have a temporary lull in activities, so we're just not generating much new blog fodder ("blodder"?). That's OK though because I have lots of little things I've collected over time but wound up being too busy to post. Like this, for example (click for a closer look):



I must admit those Gators know how to end a campus tour on an impressive note!

Ginger has a monkey on her back

Tux redux

I'm just not ready to let go of the good feelings from last night's prom! Mike went stag and wound up having such a great time with his friends. I can't decide whether these 2 pictures are "international men of mystery" or--to quote Georgette from The Mary Tyler Moore Show--"the top of a gay wedding cake":



Here are some goofy-fun pics I stole from Mike's MySpace page:



There were a couple of heartwarming moments last night as well. Parents were invited in from 9 to 9:30 to watch the crowning of the king and queen and to share a dance with their kids. I took Annabelle along with me, and she was thrilled when Mike asked her to dance:



You might want to grab a hankie for this next part. We have a dear friend who is waging an exhausting battle against a brain tumor. His daughter is a senior and asked her mom to please make sure he came for the parents' part of the festivities. Not only did he show up, but he stood up from his wheelchair and joined her for the dance:



There has been so much sadness in the past few months. It was amazing to see this family share such a happy moment on what turned out to be a truly magical evening.

Prom night!

Tonight is the FKHS prom! Mike chose watermelon pink for his vest and tie:



He and his friends gathered down the street at our neighbors' house, where they were besieged by the paparazzi:



Guys:



Dolls:



Guys AND dolls:



They left in several cars to have dinner at a Japanese steakhouse in E'town and will return for the prom itself at the Fort Knox Leaders' Club at 8:00. Annabelle and I are going to walk over (no car, remember? mine is in use this evening) at 9:00 to watch the crowning of the king and queen.

Yesterday . . .

. . . was Retro Day. And what could be more retro than a toga?

A minor mystery solved

Remember the nifty coat I bought for cheap at Goodwill? I was curious about the coat's age, so I wrote to the Harris Tweed company to see if I could get any info. A nice lady named Mary wrote me back asking for a photo of the label. I sent the picture, and today she told me that the cloth was woven in April 1987 for Clansman Co Ltd. I think it's kind of neat to be able to find out stuff like this!

A tax dog, not an attack dog

Today is Ginger's birthday, and she's 3 now! Where did the time go? Happy birthday, Ginger:

Rock star day

This is spirit week at the high school, and today was rock star day. Can you tell who Mike is supposed to represent?



Speaking of rock stars, Mike found out today that he's an alternate for this year's Kentucky Governor's Scholars Program. So the good news is that he's not out of the running, but the bad news is that if he does wind up getting a spot, it could happen anytime between early May and mid-June when the program starts, which still kind of leaves him unsure of his summer plans. So keep fingers crossed for a speedy and positive outcome!

Like a horizontal trampoline

I went to Pilates again this afternoon, and this time we did something new: the jump board. The title of this post is my best attempt at describing it and obviously it leaves something to be desired, so watch this video instead:



So much fun!

There goes the neighborhood

Fred and I were delighted to discover more high jinks down the street yesterday! I can't help but feel a little ashamed that it has never occurred to me to decorate somebody's yard like this:



Spam?! I love it!

We all went up to Louisville this afternoon to have lunch at Lynne's Paradise Cafe before dropping Fred off at the airport and taking Annabelle to her bassoon lesson at the University of Louisville. While Annabelle was at her lesson, I got a phone call from Fred: "Don't leave Louisville without me." Through a series of airline snafus, Fred gets an extra night here at home, so yay!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Better late than never! As you may recall, I was sick as a dog when Fred was home for Presidents' Day weekend, and we wound up canceling our plans to go up to Louisville for an overnight in a fancy-pants hotel. Well, we declared yesterday to be the day for cashing in the raincheck. I didn't announce it here in advance, because much as I like you folks, I have a tough time announcing to the Internet: "Attention, world! My children will be home alone tonight."

Fred and I checked in to 21C, which is "a 90-room hotel dedicated to world class luxuries, Southern-style hospitality and contemporary art from living artists." Penguins feature prominently throughout (and on the outside of) the hotel:



and there are lots of special touches like this:



The hotel also features an art museum, and Fred and I had fun wandering around admiring the exhibits, such as this one. You can read more about "Text Rain" here, but basically it was a screen with projected letters falling like raindrops. The letters stopped momentarily when they reached a person on the screen:



This piece of art caught our eye:



Here's Fred dodging a falling piano:



We had a great time on our date night and have spent today taking care of mundane chores like hitting the commissary and bathing the dog. Tomorrow we'll enjoy Fred's blueberry pancakes for breakfast and then head back up to Louisville so Annabelle can have a bassoon lesson before we drop Fred off at the airport.

Rain, rain, go away

Sigh . . . I want yesterday's pretty weather back again. I'm ready to pack away my boots and wear sandals.

Thursday report

Today was a nice, normal day. Any day that starts without me having to go out in the cold with the dog is a good day, so it was nice to have Fred here to take over morning dog duty (doody!). The kids went to school, and Fred and I spent most of the day running errands. We also went out to lunch and enjoyed the beautiful weather by walking the dog around the field behind our house. This afternoon, we took Annabelle to E'town for her youth orchestra rehearsal and had supper at Panera along the way.

Finally spring?

The past couple of days have been obscenely cold, especially for those of us who had gotten used to the Florida warmth last week. Right now it's still only 37 degrees, but it's sunny and doesn't seem to be too windy, and I can hear the Knox Hills gardening crew out there doing the first lawn mowing of the year.

I've got a double-Louisville day ahead of me. I'm going up in a little while for my Pilates class (yay!) and to hit Whole Foods. Then I'll come home, clean house, get Annabelle to and from her musical theater class, and cook supper (blueberry muffins and fruit salad). Then it's back to Louisville, this time to the airport to pick up Fred (yay!). He'll be here until Sunday for his spring break.

Bats in my belfry

A couple days ago, I told you about how I pimped our back porch to make it a hatchery for baby robins. Well, today I discovered that I have more birds (starlings, I think) nesting in the vent that is just above my kitchen window:



I've seen a bird fly out of that area on occasion, but I always thought it was one of the robins, since the nest is directly adjacent to that window. Today, however, I walked into the kitchen to find our cat Eddie practically sitting in the sink to look out the window, and he was watching something intently. It was a bird but not a robin, and I could clearly hear yet another bird rustling around in the box over the sink. I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a couple of quick pics:



Before too long, the second bird came out of the hole, and they flew away together. I'm pretty sure they're making a nest in what I think is my stove vent, which makes me oddly happy. I just wish I had some way of watching them!

A scholar and a gentleman

Look what appeared in The Turret last week:



Recognize the tie, Dad? Hint: It's vintage.

2586.6 miles later

We're home! The trip was a complete success--we got everything done that we set out to do--and there were no major fires to put out along the way. Sure feels good to be home though!

I was also happy to see that Mama Bird is back. (If you don't know who Mama Bird is, go check the archives from this time last year.) When I saw signs of spring approaching, I went back and forth with myself over whether to remove the nest and try to dissuade the robins from using my back porch as a maternity ward or whether to embrace it and make the porch into the best place for baby birds that I possibly could. If you recall from last year, the problem was that eventually the babies outgrew the nest, and somebody invariably wound up going overboard (and I would wind up taking that somebody to the wildlife rehabilitator). Wildlife experts swear that mother birds will continue to care for grounded babies, but my back porch backs up to an alley rather than a grassy yard, so leaving the poor little dudes just wasn't an option. In the end, I decided to welcome the birds back and baby-bird proof my back porch. A couple weeks ago, Annabelle helped me staple screening over the lattice sides to keep babies from falling off the porch, and when we have actual babies, I'll put a knee-high piece of plywood across the steps. I see that Mama Bird has been doing some home improvements as well (those leaves weren't there when we left for Florida):

Last Florida post

Well, Mike is off in Deltona taking the ACT, and Annabelle and I are packing our stuff. I'll pick him up around 1:00 and then head north to Alabama to spend the night with Fred's parents. Next time you hear from me, we'll be back in Kentucky.

An evening with movie stars

After a final Bellini's supper (hot roast beef and cheese, hold the onions, please!), we came home to watch Adam Sandler's The Waterboy, which was filmed in part here at Stetson and in Orlando. My dad and Jenny and Jeff were lucky enough to be extras, so we paused the DVD to take pics of their film debuts.

Dad popped up in a couple of spots around campus, like this one where he and another fellow are seen through a window walking past the fountain:



and this one where he cruises past Adam Sandler and Fairusa Balk on his way into the Carlton Union Building:



And Jenny and Jeff cheered their hearts out as part of the crowd scene in the Citrus Bowl:



Now it's time to go to bed early (for us), as Mike has to get up at the crack of dawn to take the ACT before we drive 8 hours to Alabama. (Never let it be said that I don't know how to plan a super-fun vacation.) I checked the weather forecast for Fort Knox next Monday though (high of 42 degrees with rain and snow--oh, joy), and leaving Florida does NOT sound like a good idea right now.

So it'll look like we went to the beach on this trip

This has been a crazy-busy trip! Today we made our fourth college visit in as many days, this one to UF in Gainesville. Here's a couple of pictures though from the few minutes we spent at the beach before our tour of Eckerd College the other day:

No foolin'

I have about 15 minutes until tomorrow, and my Internet connection is acting wonky, so I need to get this up quickly. Today's highlights have included:

• losing electricity this morning for a couple hours



• a Stetson information meeting and tour



• lunch with Grandma and Dave



• a nap



• watching the movie Parenthood



• celebrating Mom's birthday with supper, cupcakes, and presents



• watching Slumdog Millionaire

Our circuit of college tours concludes tomorrow with a trip to Gator country!