IF IT'S GOOD, WE DID IT

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Heck with all this move stuff. Now here's something important. The first Edelman Dykshorn report card that has GRADES ON IT.

We picked Sarah up from school yesterday and huddled around the report card in the parking lot, like kids trading baseball cards.

Then we sang songs about As and Bs all the way to gymnastics! And we went out to dinner and told the waiter! And ate too much dessert!

Funny though. People seem to think that we parents deserve a lot of credit for this. Yes, we do the flash cards and the butt-kicking and the correcting of homework and the setting of rules and limits. But WE did not get the A- in math. WE did not pay attention in class and remain patient with ourselves while learning the concepts. This is Sarah's moment. Not the parents.

As for us, we are happy that simply doing our jobs, is helping Sarah reach what is her own personal potential. (And fearing we are not saving near enough for college.)

And of course, we are happy that we are the most embarrassing parents in the school. Here is the song we wrote after dessert:

• Report card, report card, you make us so fat
• Report card, report card, we love you for that
• With all of your As and Bs, you certainly aim to please
• Report card, report card, only 30 more till the SATs!

DOES NOT LOOK THAT BAD

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Well, as of this morning, here's how Marco Island looks. Pretty good! You don't see a lot of debris or down trees or anything. We still have not heard about our building in particular, but newspapers said the hurricane moved further to the south and so most of the island was untouched.

PRAYING FOR THE LEFT TURN

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Egads. Hurricane Wilma is headed straight for our property in FL!

KEEPING OURSELVES OCCUPIED

Sunday, October 16, 2005

The last time Don's favorite baseball team, the Chicago White Sox, were World Series contenders, he was 3 years old. (There were still only 48 states. A loaf of bread cost 20 cents. You get the picture.)

Needless to say, we're all baseball all the time.

Sarah and I only today learned that Mike Sosa is no relation to Sammy Sosa. Don would be embarrassed to be hanging out with the likes of us, but really, he got no choice.

Meanwhile, our cat, Oakley, has given a commentary on the whole waiting-to-sell-a-house limbo:



Right on, Oakley.