Hi to BookSaver.
I have cleared out from under the kitchen sink into a cardboard box until the men leave, and cleared off the counter, taken out trash. Dd is hopeful we can tackle some school supply shopping today but that can't happen until her Daddy is home and available here, and until I'm satisfied with the dishwasher install. I think I'm hanging on to my utensil holders - they are replacements I'd ordered so not old yet, and they might have value to me if I like them better than the new one - I thought the new utensil holder looked small in the store.
Last evening's Open House was something else. First, the high school is even bigger than I thought. I kept saying it reminded me of a college campus. There is another two-story
building behind the sprawling one you see from the road, and the front one is gigantic enough, with 8 looooong halls. We were both really tired from walking so much. I told her, sensible shoes, sensible shoes, sensible shoes! Through far-flung, all her classes are within real buildings, not mobile units, which was a question I had in my mind, and I'm happier with that.Her engineering instructor is very down-to-earth and vivacious, proud of some contests his previous years' classes had won. Her music teacher holds a doctorate but does not seem intimidating. We were somewhat surprised that her World History teacher is also the football coach and just put a sign-up sheet outside the locked classroom while he went to meet and greet in the gym!
I told you it seemed like a college! Health is a mystery - an invisible teacher who was moved out of one classroom and never found (at least by us) to have been placed in any other! Psychology teacher had also just been moved to a new classroom in the two-story building, so there seemed to be a lot of that.I saw a lot of "Daisy Dukes" or even swimsuit-cut shorts, and dd tells me with no dress code yet at Open House, it's the only chance girls have to really show off those legs. LOL! And many girls were in full hair-twirling, lash-batting form, too. While chatting with another mother I know and her very pleasant son, a girl came running up and pretty much tackled him, obviously showing that she was used to being very physical. At one point, she nagged, "hug me back!", which he was trying hard not to do!
Finally, she turned and said, "Oh, is this your mother?" Of course, she'll never recognize the mother again anyway, because the mother's eyebrows can't go that high as a usual thing. Such a good impression.
