"Mary is failing math. The kind of failing where the quarter is over, she has an F and there is not much hope it will get past a D by semester's end when she can move to a different math.
Don't ask me what math she is in, I don't know or understand since math changed. I know she is in a fairly common mid-level math, and we need to get to a basic skills math class. One that was referred to lovingly in my home when I was young as, dumb bell math. But I am sure I am not allowed to call it dumb bell math anymore in fear of offending the masses. To be clear, I took and struggled with dumb bell math, while hearing it called dumb bell math, and grew up successfully to tell the tale."
I wrote this in October. Back when I was still attempting to write. Then I just stopped, writing. I don't know why. A long writer's block I guess. Now it is December and I promised myself I would write something, anything, and post it. Just so I could close out the year with the promise of starting the New Year with some more consistent writing.
Semester ends Friday. She has a D to finish it off. She will transfer to the new math when we return in January. When I ask about her other grades she has told me to wait and be "surprised." With Mary I am unsure if she is hoping to surprise me in a good way, or a bad one. Fourth child, I am not interested in trolling the online grade keeper to see how she is doing. We shall see.
College apps are done and in. Paige has a white board in her room. It used to have a list of all the colleges she was applying to and they were wiped off as she completed. I was in her room this morning and the list has been replaced with a two column graphic organizer labeled Yes and No at the top. She threw a wide net, it will be interesting to see what she catches and where she lands.
College (and post college) girls arrive home this week. Calm before the storm. There is a re-entry re-adjustment for us all as we become a whole family unit again. It takes about three or four days before every one adjusts and settles in. Sadly, now, they are only home three or four days so there is only about an hour where we all like and enjoy each other. It's a really nice hour though.
Our oldest got engaged this month. This is surreal. I have zero idea how we will plan a wedding in this day and age. It all seems really detail oriented. Not my strong suit. He's great. We love and adore him. She's young. He has some citizenship challenges. This all concerned my husband for about a minute, as long as anything really concerns him besides work. I finally had to say, "We weren't much older and I am 25 years into a marriage most people at our wedding probably gave 25 weeks." It will work out.
I am in the process of updating our backyard, as one should in the rainy winter months with dogs. So that they can track in mud and be a general nuisance. I went out this morning to find their little paw marks in my freshly laid cement. I don't hate it. In my beautifully planned, elegant, backyard there will be a trail of little paw prints. Did I mention I am not detail oriented? They will be there forever. Probably unnoticed by most. One because people don't tend to look down, and two because I really don't invite people over anymore at this stage in my life.
They are a bit of a metaphor (simile? symbol?) for my life, those paw prints. Really nice, well designed life with the best of intentions, but then...some permanent paw prints run right through it change the aesthetic.
2018 was a really good year. Looking forward to seeing where the paw prints lead me next year!
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