Odysseus had his last final exam this past week. He is now finished with his Accounting degree. I am incredibly proud of him--all of his classes were A's and B's, with two semesters of straight A's.
We got a big box of sidewalk chalk a couple of weeks ago...right before we had a long period of mid 90s for highs, with heat indices in the low to mid 100s. It's nowhere near that hot at either grandparents' houses, but it certainly is in town.
I took them out to go play with the sidewalk chalk anyway, yesterday morning. Odysseus had a short telephone interview set up for yesterday, and the kids were really loud and restless.
They did really well on the cleanup--there were half a dozen pieces left out, and the imp ran out and got five of those. The last one was half-buried in the grass, and he just didn't see it. I didn't see it, either, until we were getting back from doing grocery shopping late yesterday evening.
After the interview, Odysseus took the imp, the imp's bike, and two changes of clothes, and drove up to the barber shop that the imp likes--the one his grandparents take him to. Both of my guys needed haircuts, so it seemed like a case of time and effort saved.
Right after they'd left, one of the jobs Odysseus had applied for (not the one he'd interviewed for) called to set up an in-person interview. And an hour later, the place he'd interviewed with called back to set up an in-person interview. Either job would be fantastic, and either commute would be about the same length, where time is concerned. Both jobs are simple, entry level positions, and Odysseus would rock either of the two.
Needless to say, Odysseus feels lots better, and much, much more hopeful.
Shadow has picked up an odd new habit: her spine is really, really itchy, and she loves having fingers dug through her plush-toy thick fur and given a good scratch up and down her spine. She loves it so much her ears go limp, eyes fall half shut, and she starts licking the air. If she gets an arm within reach, she whips around and starts licking the person doing the scratching, and purring as loud as she can.
Cricket absolutely hates this, and will turn wrong side out, lash out with no-claw slaps, and run away to hide.
The cats are nearly complete opposites where personality is concerned.
My dog has begun trying to knock me off my feet as soon as she sees me, so that she can climb in my lap and roll over and over and over--it's a little weird. I don't mean just rolling onto her back to get belly rubs. No, I mean all the way over as fast as she can squirm, as many times as she can, until she gets dizzy from it.
Dog is nuts.
Next weekend is our state's back-to-school sales tax free weekend. So this coming week, I've got to try all of the imp's jeans from last year on him to see just how much too short they are.
They go back to school on the 13th of August.
I go back the next Monday.
I'm finally caught most of the way up with the housework I fell behind on while I was sick, so my focus for reading and writing is returning. I should be finished with the book I'm editing within the next day or so, and then will be getting back into my own writing.
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