I feel I owe you an explanation.I sort of fell off the planet for a little bit there without warning (that story begins next week, or when I have the courage to write it, whatever comes first.) It was unexpected but really, it was necessary. I needed to have a long chat with myself, get over it, and well, we've re-integrated are generally well balanced and will move on with things.
Time to come out of the shell. Stretch and an affirmation... I trust and believe in myself. Oooohm et tout ça... I may have had a bit of counselling too. I'd like to say I've had a revelation about the blogosphere and my place in it or what I plan to do it... just that for now, I'm back. Like Seinfeld, I trust that it's ok that it's not about anything except me.
When last we spoke I was musing about zombie and late slips. The Boy is still not entirely ok with zombies as an excuse for being late. He is still not ok with it, but we've been late a lot less. He did let me use Shark Attack which I am thinking is some sort of progress. I've met with his English teacher and I'm 95 per cent convinced that she'd think both Voldemort and/or zombies would be a fabulous excuse. (Though not so much if the Maths homework wasn't done.)
To make up for not being able to use my most excellent batch of excuses, I made up for it by being on time for school. This doesn't sounds like a big deal, but really, I've been on time for school more in the last six months than I have in my entire academic career. (Oddly, I'm usually on time or early for most of the things in my life. I wonder if it's an issue with authority.) On time for school, feels so damned responsible... responsible makes me sleepy.
We did pull The Boy out of school for three days so that we could go see Bruce Springsteen in Boston and Buffalo. I feel better about it because they weren't three consecutive days.
Boston was awesome. I'm feeling the need to go and do a masters degree or a phd. Because it's so damned me, they wouldn't even be useful. Still it makes me tingle... (but not sparkle because that's for stab worth vampires.)
We all had the snots during the show in Boston. I think we can agree that it's better than getting the shits. Buffalo, thanks to my ticket mojo had fabulous sight lines and was a great show. Seriously the new arrangement of City of Ruin made me cry both times. Boy liked it too... must admit seats are nice for the suddenly exhausted and those travelling with over-excited 11-year-old boys who must suddenly sit down. And he has been schooled at the Church of the E Street band.
Next year, he'll be going the French version of fame school for Grade 7. He's stoked, mostly that he'll be taking the bus to school and won't have to worry about his mother making excuses. They grow up so fast eh?
Sigh, so you see, really not much has changed.