Tuesday, 10:45 pm*

Where have I been, I hear you asking...why haven't I posted?
I'm sitting at the dining room table with Middle. We are choosing his courses for his sophomore year at Art School.
I've been up since five this morning, was at work at seven and am a little fried.
As for the courses: perhaps you remember the way it goes (cue dreamy music)...you look up the requirements for 2nd year art students and then fill in with electives whilst bearing in mind the number of credits in humanities which are also required but not specifically spelled out. There are courses you love the sound of but, strangely, they are only taught at nine at night on Wednesdays. There are courses you'd rather not think about (Post-Colonial Africa) but they fit perfectly into your schedule (you need three credits in the Humanities on Tuesdays before 10pm in the Spring).
What to do?
You sit with your mother and hash it out.
Then, you write it into the form to bring to the registrar and curse how small the boxes on the form are and hope you aren't closed out of Light And Diffusion For Second Year Students On Fridays In The Morning In The Spring ONLY, Section I.

In other news ~ I learned how to make one of these é, one of these ë and ¢ < that this week. Imagine needing them for the first time, on three separate occasions, in one week?

It turned very warm today. 70F warm. (Please note: I did not learn how to make the degree mark this week.) Perfect for riding on the back of a scooter with K. Perfect for not wearing an undershirt to work. Perfect for putting away the puffy coat.

Middle is nearly done with his paperwork and I have my fingers crossed that he will be able to meet with an adviser tomorrow to finalize the plan we have made....

Goodnight.


*Of course, we realize, this morning, that the beauty part of Art School is that the professors are all working artists - and the good ones work until 5 or 6 or 7 at night and THEN teach.