Today was a busy day with some more appointments at the doctor, this time around a visit to an optometrist. We picked up Madison from school early today, which is actually the first time we did that all year so far, and the first time for Little Mill Middle School. We were not familiar at all to anyone up there, where as at Chestatee, we were there pretty much all the time. Still, Madison was ready for the call, and with some identification, the faces were a little friendlier at our approach. I think one thing that was giving them a more "alert" status was the fact that they were about to do a lock-down drill. This is the world we live in, where the kids are instructed to go hide in the corners after the magnetic strip is removed from the door, locking it. They were about to have a lock-down drill again, the second one of the year, so Madison was about to miss out on that. But she did this same thing earlier this year. We never did that in school, but then again we didn't do the drills that kids went through in the fifties, where they were preparing for bombs to drop.
Anyway, we took Madison to lunch, to Chick-Fil-A, although Mommy and Daddy couldn't eat much - at least, not yet. We've got just a few more days of the fast to go.
Afterwards, we were there at the optometrist, and we spent a good deal of time there. Both Mommy and Madison had appointments. Mommy's was similar to Daddy's, which is something reasonable with a bit of "status quo." The difference this time is that she now has a prescription for some bifocals, and that will be wonderful for her. We're very excited for Mommy about this.
Madison's first appointment went just fine. She has been telling us about her difficulties seeing the board at the front of the classroom lately, and seeing things farther on. The visit with the optometrist confirmed this: she's "classic nearsighted."
She got to look through the device, and do all the various tests that we do at the eye doctor, and in the end, it appears we'll have a prescription for her as well. Madison is not worried about this, whereas we were dreading it as kids: glasses? Me? But Madison walked right in the place and immediately started checking out all the glasses and looking for the nicest ones, because glasses are great accessories, right?
Speaking of which, both Mommy and Madison had those glasses on afterwards, the cheap sun shades that help protect the eyes. These two had the eye drops in that sort of blur the vision and relax the eyes, letting in more light. Therefore, 2/3 of my family looked like Terminators walking out of the optometrist's. Madison, however, had a nicer idea of who she looked like: she said, "We look like Cyclops."
After the appointment, we raced over to the school again - yes, back to school. The reason was an after school meeting for Live to Give. She was designing these donation barrels after school, decorating them with a bit of a Super Bowl theme.
She was coloring in the barrel dedicated to the Patriots, along with a few others, while there were some decorating a barrel for the Rams. Here's a closer shot of the logos that they also worked on:
When asked who she is cheering for in the Super Bowl, we're delighted to report that Madison has no idea what anyone is talking about. Still, this prompted a conversation as to why people cheer against the Patriots, which of course always includes accusations of cheating and so forth. And then there's this socialistic thing about why you cheer for: why not let everyone else win too? Indeed, the Patriots have won many, many times, and here they are again. Meanwhile, the Rams are here, and many folks in New Orleans feel they don't belong there. The Rams benefited from a bad call in the last game, and that's what got them to the Super Bowl. Speaking of optometrists, New Orleans eye doctors are offering free eye vision tests for all the referees that blew that game. So there's the backstory in a jiffy. Daddy is strangely cheering for the Patriots this year, and I'm not sure why, other than the simple fact that everyone in this country is sick and tired of the Patriots. But we're living in a historic moment with that team and their quarterback. Not that we talk much about this with Madison, nor is it a huge deal in our household. We haven't watched a Super Bowl in a long time. Even when Atlanta was in it, we didn't even tune in the first half. No, we got to see just the end, when of course the Patriots supernaturally did well while the Falcons did supernaturally bad at the same time. That's what it took to lose that game, and sure enough it happened. It was supernatural, further cementing the legend that there is a curse on Atlanta sports teams. That being said, conquering Atlanta is not that big of an accomplishment, so bragging about it afterwards is pretty dumb. It's not you that won, it's Atlanta that lost.
Of course, this rule of thumb does not apply to our soccer team. Which many people aren't exactly into at the moment, but we'll give that time. Eventually we'll collectively realize that maybe this was a bigger accomplishment than it is being given credit for. It just sort of snuck up on us!
So it's cold outside. The weather is going to be this way for a few weeks now because - get this - it's winter. We're reminded suddenly why we long for spring, but this is a time to endure, and endure we shall! Daddy is looking into getting some firewood, because there are warnings about some heavy duty cold weather coming this way. We'll see how that is when it gets here.
Tonight Madison was drawing a lot, doing artwork for a few hours, listening to music and expressing herself with colored pencils and markers. She was making a few pieces of artwork, and they came out very nice. Meanwhile, Mommy and Daddy were sorting through all these books, determining which would stay and which would go. We have a lot of different categories in our outbox: donations to the elementary school, donations to KidPak's office, donations to a local bookstore that sells books for charity, and finally a stack of what could be valuable books that the grandparents could sell online. They've been into that lately. We actually found about three books signed by Cal Ripken, Jr., each one of these selling for about $90 now. But we found plenty of others, and yes, inevitably, you spend all this time not sorting, but instead reading through things. Amongst the found items was an essay I wrote in college based on the book, "Frankenstein."
Also, and pretty cool here, we a book we wrote about fifteen years ago called, "Making the Inferior Obsolete." This story was written in this fashion: one person wrote up to ten pages, and then sent them within two weeks later to the next person, and so on. The order was randomly created each time, so you would always follow a different person each time you got the next part of the story. No one planned what the story would be from the start: the first person just started writing, and then the next person continued and so on. Naturally, with five of us writing this, it became a science fiction sort of story. But more amazingly, we managed to finish it. We got a good ways in, and realized our story had to have an actual end. So we worked together on that, and Daddy actually did the finishing writing, completing the story. It was pretty fun. Daddy took it to the printers here in town and had them bind all the pages together to make a booklet, and it came out really nicely.
Tonight, we started the third Peter Pan and the Starcatchers book, "The Secret of Rundoon." It starts out with a couple of chapters of bad guys, and here we go again. Both the girls are excited to hear this next book, demanding that Daddy read this book next over all the others we have. Daddy was thinking of reading a few others, but the girls were adamant about it. Of course we read from the devotional, and we read from Acts, chapter nine tonight. We're happy to continue with this reading, and next we'll tackle the book of Romans. And after that, we found a few books in the collection tonight to read with her, and it'll be fun to tackle each night.
But for now, it's time for prayers, and time for sleep! G'night!
Anyway, we took Madison to lunch, to Chick-Fil-A, although Mommy and Daddy couldn't eat much - at least, not yet. We've got just a few more days of the fast to go.
Afterwards, we were there at the optometrist, and we spent a good deal of time there. Both Mommy and Madison had appointments. Mommy's was similar to Daddy's, which is something reasonable with a bit of "status quo." The difference this time is that she now has a prescription for some bifocals, and that will be wonderful for her. We're very excited for Mommy about this.
Madison's first appointment went just fine. She has been telling us about her difficulties seeing the board at the front of the classroom lately, and seeing things farther on. The visit with the optometrist confirmed this: she's "classic nearsighted."
She got to look through the device, and do all the various tests that we do at the eye doctor, and in the end, it appears we'll have a prescription for her as well. Madison is not worried about this, whereas we were dreading it as kids: glasses? Me? But Madison walked right in the place and immediately started checking out all the glasses and looking for the nicest ones, because glasses are great accessories, right?
Speaking of which, both Mommy and Madison had those glasses on afterwards, the cheap sun shades that help protect the eyes. These two had the eye drops in that sort of blur the vision and relax the eyes, letting in more light. Therefore, 2/3 of my family looked like Terminators walking out of the optometrist's. Madison, however, had a nicer idea of who she looked like: she said, "We look like Cyclops."
After the appointment, we raced over to the school again - yes, back to school. The reason was an after school meeting for Live to Give. She was designing these donation barrels after school, decorating them with a bit of a Super Bowl theme.
She was coloring in the barrel dedicated to the Patriots, along with a few others, while there were some decorating a barrel for the Rams. Here's a closer shot of the logos that they also worked on:
When asked who she is cheering for in the Super Bowl, we're delighted to report that Madison has no idea what anyone is talking about. Still, this prompted a conversation as to why people cheer against the Patriots, which of course always includes accusations of cheating and so forth. And then there's this socialistic thing about why you cheer for: why not let everyone else win too? Indeed, the Patriots have won many, many times, and here they are again. Meanwhile, the Rams are here, and many folks in New Orleans feel they don't belong there. The Rams benefited from a bad call in the last game, and that's what got them to the Super Bowl. Speaking of optometrists, New Orleans eye doctors are offering free eye vision tests for all the referees that blew that game. So there's the backstory in a jiffy. Daddy is strangely cheering for the Patriots this year, and I'm not sure why, other than the simple fact that everyone in this country is sick and tired of the Patriots. But we're living in a historic moment with that team and their quarterback. Not that we talk much about this with Madison, nor is it a huge deal in our household. We haven't watched a Super Bowl in a long time. Even when Atlanta was in it, we didn't even tune in the first half. No, we got to see just the end, when of course the Patriots supernaturally did well while the Falcons did supernaturally bad at the same time. That's what it took to lose that game, and sure enough it happened. It was supernatural, further cementing the legend that there is a curse on Atlanta sports teams. That being said, conquering Atlanta is not that big of an accomplishment, so bragging about it afterwards is pretty dumb. It's not you that won, it's Atlanta that lost.
Of course, this rule of thumb does not apply to our soccer team. Which many people aren't exactly into at the moment, but we'll give that time. Eventually we'll collectively realize that maybe this was a bigger accomplishment than it is being given credit for. It just sort of snuck up on us!
So it's cold outside. The weather is going to be this way for a few weeks now because - get this - it's winter. We're reminded suddenly why we long for spring, but this is a time to endure, and endure we shall! Daddy is looking into getting some firewood, because there are warnings about some heavy duty cold weather coming this way. We'll see how that is when it gets here.
Tonight Madison was drawing a lot, doing artwork for a few hours, listening to music and expressing herself with colored pencils and markers. She was making a few pieces of artwork, and they came out very nice. Meanwhile, Mommy and Daddy were sorting through all these books, determining which would stay and which would go. We have a lot of different categories in our outbox: donations to the elementary school, donations to KidPak's office, donations to a local bookstore that sells books for charity, and finally a stack of what could be valuable books that the grandparents could sell online. They've been into that lately. We actually found about three books signed by Cal Ripken, Jr., each one of these selling for about $90 now. But we found plenty of others, and yes, inevitably, you spend all this time not sorting, but instead reading through things. Amongst the found items was an essay I wrote in college based on the book, "Frankenstein."
Also, and pretty cool here, we a book we wrote about fifteen years ago called, "Making the Inferior Obsolete." This story was written in this fashion: one person wrote up to ten pages, and then sent them within two weeks later to the next person, and so on. The order was randomly created each time, so you would always follow a different person each time you got the next part of the story. No one planned what the story would be from the start: the first person just started writing, and then the next person continued and so on. Naturally, with five of us writing this, it became a science fiction sort of story. But more amazingly, we managed to finish it. We got a good ways in, and realized our story had to have an actual end. So we worked together on that, and Daddy actually did the finishing writing, completing the story. It was pretty fun. Daddy took it to the printers here in town and had them bind all the pages together to make a booklet, and it came out really nicely.
Tonight, we started the third Peter Pan and the Starcatchers book, "The Secret of Rundoon." It starts out with a couple of chapters of bad guys, and here we go again. Both the girls are excited to hear this next book, demanding that Daddy read this book next over all the others we have. Daddy was thinking of reading a few others, but the girls were adamant about it. Of course we read from the devotional, and we read from Acts, chapter nine tonight. We're happy to continue with this reading, and next we'll tackle the book of Romans. And after that, we found a few books in the collection tonight to read with her, and it'll be fun to tackle each night.
But for now, it's time for prayers, and time for sleep! G'night!
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