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The temp is 45, but the humidity is also 45 and the wind is at 3 mph. If the wind goes up, the chill will go down. The last few times I’ve walked to the post orifice, the wet chill has gone right through my jacket. I will go again on Thursday, then not again until Monday or Tuesday. It’s just too cold.
Speaking of the post orifice, I am cancelling the PO Box. The cost keeps going up every six months, and I just can’t afford it. So you will get an email with the new delivery address...unless you kept it from the Wolferman’s gift!
By Thursday, you’ll definitely have a cheerful piece of mail. And no, I didn’t save the address again ;-).
Back from delivering dinner to my friend whose baby had surgery last week. Alarming Election Chili, corn chips, cheese, a bag of apples, two cartons of chocolate ice cream, and a bottle of Australian red wine.
And I reassured her that she isn’t the only one whose teenagers go completely catatonic as soon as you take your eye off them, and then claim it’s your fault they didn’t get any math done for two weeks, because didn’t you ask them to take the dog for a walk, back on Tuesday morning? How are they supposed to concentrate?
I explained our system for moving on to real life: figure out what the goal is (such as Bill’s starting community college); achieve the required objective qualification (such-and-such PSAT or placement test score); and then create the rest of their “credentials” ex-post-facto. “Oh, that could work!” she says. And it does, because it’s what they can demonstrably do going forward - like complete Gunner’s Mate school - that matters, not whether they remember anything about Spanish verb conjugations.