Happy All Soul's Day, everyone. Or All Saint's Day, if you're Catholic.
Odysseus took the kids trick-or-treating last night. The imp was an absolutely adorable Captain America, and the pixie was a sweet little Princess Sofia (from Disney's Sofia the First series). The imp was really good about mostly choosing things that didn't have red food coloring when offered the choice. When they got home, Odysseus went through his candy, and traded him Kit-Kats (his new favorites) for the stuff that was red, orange, or purple.
I went through the pixie's candy, and took out the worst of the choking hazards. Do you know how many years it's been since I'd had Runts candy? Or Gobstoppers? Yeah, and I didn't get many of the Runts--I broke them up until they were no longer choking hazards, and fed them to the pixie. The imp ate the green ones.
Over the last week, I'd gotten two emails from school: the imp acted inappropriately early on, and the pixie threw a fit over being told it was time to pick up the colored pencils and put them away. So, it has been a not so good week for the kids, and not so good for us, either. We're apparently rare in that we discipline the children at home for what they've done at school. Their teachers appreciate it, but are shocked when we do it.
To be honest, I'm shocked that it's apparently so rare. I guess I shouldn't be, but...yeah. Supporting and reinforcing the teachers strikes me as common sense, though. At least where private school with their carefully vetted teachers are concerned. Public schools' brainwashing factory is a bit different.
Any case, the imp's teacher has been sending home the handwriting practice and worksheets he refuses to complete during the class days. He hates homework, and has been bringing home less and less as he does more at school.
The cats have been extra-squirrelly, this week. It's resulted in them getting shut in the back room during naptime, most days, and sometimes as soon as the kids go to bed. Because the fuzzy idiots like to run up and down the hall, flinging each other into walls and doors, and trying to climb door facings. Usually on the pixie's bedroom door.
My mother says my dog has completely changed how she behaves in the house, going from rude little bitch to a wonderful little dog that follows Mom around. I'm honestly not sure if I'll still have a dog in a few years, when we're able to take her back. She's sort of becoming my mom's dog.
I picked up papers on Wednesday. I was planning to grade them a few at a time between Wednesday (got them printed on Wednesday, and organized on Thursday) and next week...and then I was informed that Odysseus had a test coming up in auditing next Thursday. So, I graded half of them Thursday night, and the other half of them on Friday, during my office hours. Handed them back on Friday.
My classes were shocked. That's the fastest turn-around I've had this semester.
I suppose it's mostly to my advantage--I've got all of November to draft Detritus.
I have finished the final edit of Fire and Forge, including moving the text into the CreateSpace template, and going through and making sure it didn't FUBAR the formatting. I'll probably go through one more time before I get the cover art--probably sometime during Winter Break (I'd say Christmas, but it goes from the second week of December to the second week of January--much more than the Christmas Breaks of elementary and high school). I'm probably not going to get F&F published until sometime late December, or early January--my cover artist is getting married around Thanksgiving, and doesn't have time to do much between now and then that isn't related to wedding plans and arrangements.
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