Just an ordinary day here. It's supposed to be warm, but in fact is chilly and rainy. Which is OK - it is February, after all, so I can live with it. Plus I have tons of crap to do today, so I don't need nice weather distracting me.
Among the to-do items: Tidy up (as always), do some laundry, get groceries, make sure bills are paid, return the Netflix films ... ordinary stuff, nothing exciting. Such is the life of a suburban mom.
I already called to make an interview appointment with the subject of an article I've been assigned. OK - that is probaby less typical. And I called the orthopaedist to make an appointment to have Maddie's arm looked at. Yep, the middle child fell in PE class Friday and fractured her wrist. She complained that it hurt Friday but didn't want to rush off to the ER; we did that another time, a soccer injury, and it was just a sprain. Though I would have taken her. Saturday morning when it still hurt Gary took her while I picked up Girl Scout cookies (it's that time of year, and we had to go pick up our troop order).
She has a hairline fracture of her right wrist, so I have to take her tomorrow and get it Xrayed again, have the specialist take a look at it. I'm sure she'll be fine, but it hurts a bit. And since it's her right hand, she can't write. Last night she dictated and I wrote her homework; this morning I brushed her hair, put on her shoes and socks, loaded up her backpack. She'll be lucky if she can go to the restroom quickly. I e-mailed all her teachers and explained the situation, as she's not going to be able to write in class. A couple have responded nicely.
And I'm a single parent this week; Gary left for Germany yesterday. Which meand I'm alone for Valentine's Day. But I have the girls, so we'll have some fun. It could be worse.
The Dixie Chicks won at the Grammys! I'm not too into the Grammys; like all those awards shows, some deserving people win, many deserving people don't, and a lot of real nobodies take home awards. (Surely you're all familiar with the best new artist award of 1978, legendary in its selection of A Taste of Honey, the disco one-hit wonder that beat out, among others, Elvis Cosello and The Cars; it's a notorious Grammy screw-up.) But it's still recognition. I was never a huge Dixie Chicks fan, but I like them now. After their comments about W, I immediately bought their stuff. And I like it ... or maybe it's because I like their politics? Either way, I'm glad they won.
I ordered myself some music over the weekend, stuff I have on vinyl but want on CD: Alex Chilton (High Priest, Feudalist Tarts), Steve, Bob & Rich (who knew their early LP, pre-Rainmakers, was on CD? For only $14.99? Wow), and REM's Life's Rich Pageant (my Best Of CD does not include the song Superman, and sometimes, I just need to hear it). Alex Chilton never won a Grammy to my knowledge, but he rocks. Can't wait til they arrive; using the turn table is a drag.
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