Tuesday Ten, more or less

1 Taxi morning per usual. Youngest was up a little late and had to use the spray bottle again. Found out his brother was up studying and the light kept him up. Will take care of that later today.

2 I wish they didn't have to share rooms but maybe it's good. With Harrey the younger feeling so down, his brother keeps an eye on him. They're fighting but Ronn the freshman watches out for him.

3 We got a flute teacher. Hermionie is once again playing a college level piece, which is harder than last year. She's played for 2 1/2 years and she's doing college level music. She'll be competing in a solo/ensemble contest and is having a little trouble. Her band teacher said he can't help her anymore because she's too advanced.

3 We are going to have her audition for the Merit School in the city. She'll be performing this piece and maybe another one. And then we pray that she can get in.

4 Busy week, like last week. Tonight I'm making beef stew, double batch. A woman I used to go to church with has stage 4 breast cancer. It's spread. She is active at another church but I think she's being cagey and not telling too many people or asking for help.

I contacted the daughter who I've known since she was a small child. She's not in church at all anymore but she likes me for whatever reason. I'm bringing some stew over to her mom's house. Frankly this is as much about being a light to the daughter as it is helping the mom.

5 The sidewalks are clear and it's not horribly cold so my crazy dog gets a walk this morning.

6 The crazy dog slept upstairs with the boys. My youngest likes having her up there. Unfortunately he sleeps on a twin so she sleeps under the bed.

7 The dog loves sleeping with Bruce and I. When he leaves she gets his whole side.

8 Our bedroom is so small that we only have one alarm clock. It can have 2-3 additional settings, which is great. It's not great that the cd player no longer works. When my alarm goes off, many times I have to go around the dog who will not move.

9 Our dog is a beast. She pull on her leash. She's scared of brooms and shovels. She doesn't like to be disturbed after 7pm or so. She tries to be in charge and resents that I make her listen to me. And she is a watch dog, period. But this is our responsibility now. She would have been put down; she had been at the shelter for 3 months.

10 Speakiing of Kiwi, she's crying a little so I best be off.