A.k.a. updates for Grandma and anybody else who is really, really bored.
A1’s official report card arrived in the today’s mail. We knew she’d done an excellent job, but seeing it on paper makes it seem more believable. Perhaps if she’d clean her room, stop fighting with her sisters and help with the laundry (most of which she generates) her success elsewhere wouldn’t be as surprising.
The gymnasium was about triple its official capacity so many of us had to stand or sit on the floor. A3 is circled in red. Even using the zoom feature did little to capture a better shot.
I’ve told my daughters that no matter how wonderful their teachers are that me finishing knitted gifts for them before next week is not feasible. The girls can pass out Christmas cards and I’ll shoot for June presents. Lately only a few measly mitts have been produced.
Miss Bonny has her nose bent out of joint because she’s been by and large ignored these past few days. She made a point of coming into the living room this evening and then sitting with her back facing me. Showing disdain for the human does no good if they don’t know they’re being ignored. It’s a cat thing.