The mad end-of-school rush has started (middle-school track pizza party, end-of-year band banquet, end-of-year FFA banquet, et cetera, ad nauseam). There’s more to come, too; school here ends on May 29. There’s still FFA state public-speaking competition and the 8th-grade dance to come, and the conference track meet as well.
Bookworm is home for two weeks, before heading back to New Haven for the summer school sessions, at which she will be serving as a residential advisor in the dorms. She doesn’t get paid, but she gets room and board and tuition for one class, which seemed like a good deal to us! I love having her home.
Hunter-doggie has been scratching himself silly lately; we took him to the vet for checkup and shots and flea meds. The technician took him to the back for examination, and I heard him making his grizzling I-don’t-like-this noise… and then growling. Oh dear. The tech brought him back in to see if I could get the muzzle on him, which I did, but more growling ensued, and when the vet came in, she wanted to know if he was a problem at home. I told her that we’d clipped his nails once – and only once – because despite (or maybe due to) being held securely by both me and The CEO, he bit.
The vet suggested training. Which, yes, we probably ought to do. I just don’t know when we can manage to squeeze it in. I’m planning a small party for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary, with my siblings, as well as arranging things for The CEO and myself to go to New Zealand for two weeks immediately after that.
The CEO will be teaching a travel class on international agricultural trade during Virginia Tech’s “Wintermester,” a short optional class session between the end of fall semester and the beginning of spring, this coming January. He received a grant to go to NZ – where he did his master’s degree on a Fulbright scholarship – this summer to do all the logistics planning, and I’m going with him.
This is such a beautiful time of year. We’ve rolled through the redbuds blooming, the tulips and daffodils and hyacinths, the apple trees, the dogwoods, the wild cherries, and now the black locusts are perfuming the air far and wide. Gorgeous. The CEO will probably start cutting hay next week.
Have been watching Outlander on Starz, the second half of the first season (season 2 is already in production, yay!). It just keeps getting better. The CEO is watching it with me now, and enjoying it as well. The casting in this is just so good… the only time I remember seeing Tobias Menzies before was as [Judi Dench] M’s assistant in “Casino Royale,” but he is tearing up the screen as the truly loathsome and sadistic yet totally magnetic Black Jack Randall. GO WATCH, if at all possible. You’ll thank me.
Gaze had a really good track meet where he lowered his mile (1600m) personal record to 5:09. That was followed by a mediocre meet, and then one in which he ran a solid first leg of the 4 x 800m relay, threw up, then ran half of a killer 20-seconds-faster-than-his-PR-pace mile, hit the (metaphorical) wall, and finished with half a mile probably slower than his middle school races. SIGH. Poor baby. The track team’s Facebook account ran some great pics, including one of Gaze during that 800m, looking like Death in a singlet, with his coach looking really alarmed on the sideline. As his mother, if I hadn’t seen him looking okay and consuming food between the time of the meet and the time the photo was posted, I’d have been very very worried. But I’ll give you one of him kickin’ it in the relay instead.
We are bottle-feeding two baby calves. They’re both girls, with eyelashes longer than a B-list star with two sets of false lashes on the red carpet. The CEO wants to call them Priscilla and Lydia, but Bookworm objects. I’m not sure why. One got separated from her mother when a group of cows was moved to a new field, and the other was found simply wandering and looking hungry – she may have been a twin. They’re very sweet.
I’ve been wearing all my greenies, same as last month. But it’s already getting hotter, and I’m wanting less greenery in my florals now. Time to haul out the summer things and put some of the chillier fragrances away. (Still loving Le Temps d’une Fete, though. I think that’s perennial.)