Notes before the week begins

I gathered some lilacs and put them in the only place in my house that is safe from my curious cats–the master bathroom.  The blossoms on the bush are already fading, signaling the waning of spring and the approach of summer–only the weather has been so chilly and rainy and not-summer like.  The tulips lost their petals this week and the daffodils are long gone.

The school year is winding to a close, too . . . in six or seven weeks.  That’s why I spent six hours on Saturday working with my boys on Algebra.  Six hours! They must pass Algebra 1–it’s a required class for graduation–and they are not interested in math at all.  I personally always enjoyed math when I was in school.  I like how objective it is.  I took math because I knew I could get an “A” and avoided art, which I also loved, because I might get a “B.”   I however, do not enjoy spending my free time doing math on a Saturday because my boys are so far behind they can’t catch up on their own, especially since they don’t know how to graph quadratic functions online.

Our 12-year old son’s been playing lacrosse for a few months and has only a few games left.  And now our daughter has started baseball.  She complains about going to practice but likes it once she’s there.  We’ll probably both enjoy it more once the weather warms a little.  Meanwhile, I take a wool blanket with me.

This is turning into a super boring post.  My apologies.  That’s what you get when you write blog posts at 1:45 a.m.  (I worked until 1:00 a.m., so it’s not like I’ve been goofing off or anything all night.)  (Also, the interesting things are impossible to discuss.)

I just finished reading Gods in Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson.  Good read if you can overlook the, uh, coarse language.  I heard her speak in Michigan last month and she was such a charming and funny person that I unburied the book from my shelves and read it and heard her voice as I read.

Now I’m reading ROOMS by Jim Rubart.  I met him a few years ago at a writer’s conference before he’s sold this, his first novel, and it’s fun to read it now that it’s been released.  So far, I really like it.  Can’t wait to see what happens next . . .

My front door keeps making creaking noises . . . the wind must be blowing hard as the weather forecast promised.

And now, I am heading to bed.  This blog post cannot be saved.