What will J.K. Rowling's Next Book Be About?
|A political faerie story, like she once said. Tiny little faeries running for office.||
|The Scottish Book. All about Scotland.||
|Albus Severus and the Book They Said Would Never Happen||
|I'm J.K. Rowling, and I'll tell you in comments.||
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Asti – thank goodness I learned to love soccer with DS and son. LOL! We are looking forward to watching the games among all that facelift of the living room and dining room. The kitchen needs a major facelift but the DS think we need to hire professionals for that job. ( hallelujah! )
Today was the last day of school. :)
Thank goodness the day is over. I am exhausted! I cooked dinner and came straight to bed! I have been resting here waiting for my legs to recover. I have to go to Walgreens to get my prescriptions but I really wish I could just go to bed. :(
See you all tomorrow.
Today has been hot hot hot!
Daughter had the orthodontist today at the hospital. Fortunately, it looks like surgery will be unlikely……they think they can correct it through traditional braves. So, she’s on the waiting list, and should start treatment wthin the year.
I worked overtime this afternoon, and was almost glad to be in the nicely cooled shop!
Lady Hawke, I hope choir camp was a great success, and you’re not too worn out.
More football is about to appear, so I’m off to sit in the garden with my book.
Just finished paying bills. Hate that I had made an error in bank register so I am $100 less than I thought. Guess I will be waiting until later on this month before I get the outside light and tools. I don’t want an unexpected bill to show up like it did this month. My doctor bill that was done in January just came in the mail. I had forgotten all about it. I don’t kow why it took them so long to send the bill.
We had another lovely day and we had planned a day out, visiting the outer gate of an old castle which is in the care of the local community. We had a drink and a snack in the little tea room and my DS pottered around taking photos. There was a pond with ducks and coots, doves flying about and getting romantic, and three jackdaws. I didn’t have the energy to examine the building remains. After that we cruised around just over the border into Wales and finally ended up in Mongomery, one of our old stamping grounds, and visited another small tea-room for another drink and a herb scone and my DS chose a slice of bara brith and a hot chocolate. The countryside is very green and lush at present after a warm but wettish Spring. The sky was beginning to build up cloud as we returned home and the newly waning moon could not be seen, so yesterday’s evening out was perfectly timed. The weather turns less sunny tomorrow so we are feeling quite smug. I avoided the football this evening by watching several music programmes on BBC Four.
nice day for me. Reading ect.
Has there been any noise whatsoever about the Scottish book or is it not to happen before
my expiration date.
We are home and we are exhausted. Not being “outdoor” types we had moments of misery. Not being late night people or happy risers we had moments of misery. We were in a cabin with anywhere between nine to twelve 13 and 14 year old girls on any given night. They would not go to sleep and then they would not wake up and it was my job to make them do both. So I lost sleep on both ends. My daughter, the traitor, would go to sleep while I was fighting the thankless battle of putting everyone else to bed at night and was still one of the ones I had to harass into action in the morning.
Her perception was one of anguish and general misery while there but she laughed herself silly all the way home recounting events of the week. It may become one of those events that becomes more funny and cherished in the retelling even if one was not happy in the moment. I’ll give more details after I get some sleep.
Lady Hawke On a recent ukulele camp weekend with an unfamiliar group my DS experienced the discomfort of younger men coming out of the pub and then enthusiastically playing and singing until 3.0am. My DS made his displeasure known to the organiser on the Saturday morning but there was no change in behaviour on Saturday night. It would appear that consideration for others is not high on the agenda of younger generations today.
More overtime this morning. DS and son have been golfing all day, they’ve only just got back, so it was just me and my daughter for tea. I made broccoli and cauliflower cheese, one of her favourites.
When we were on holiday in Wales a few years ago, we had icecream that was served with mini Welsh flags stuck into the top. I kept them as a souvenir, and have now stuck them in the window, next to the England flag. Just to make a small point!!
A very very happy birthday to you, CoolG!
Happy Birthday Cool G.!
Anyone else having problems with Yahoo/mail? If not I may have been hacked.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOL G!!!!
England vs. Italy is starting. I wanted to see if Asti was staying up for the game. It has to be 10:30pm in her neck of the world!
asti is here! 11pm kick off, and I’ve worked a 6 day week, but I’ll stay up for at least the first half. Since it matters a LOT to 50% of my family, I am happy to watch the match.
Hope you and your DS enjoy it, MM!
The DS is all psyched up. He even stopped painting and is sitting in his favorite chair with a glass lemonade. Sorry we don’t buy beer here unless it’s a special occasion. LOL!! :D
CoolG Happy birthday to you. Thank goodness were are in front of you time-wise.
I have been sitting in the living-room, reading while my DS watches the match between Italy and England. He is listening to it on headphones. I am shattered so I’m going to bed.
I have been nearly comatose all day. I got out of bed at about 8 AM but other than cooking a very quick breakfast I sat drooling until about 2:30 PM at which point I had to rouse myself to go to the grocery to find some food for tonight that would not be labor intensive and to pick up the necessary items for Father’s Day tomorrow. My mother needed to pick up some things as well.
I have some ribs and some green bean bundles waiting to go into the oven. Some sweet potatoes are already in. I will be swiping the ribs and the green bean bundles with BBQ sauce several times while they cook. Otherwise, I don’t have to stand over any of it. I just put everything on a baking sheet and dinner will mostly take care of itself.
Tomorrow we are having hamburgers, deviled eggs, slaw, oven fries and some chips and dip. My DS also wants a pumpkin cake and I am cheating. I found a boxed cake that had an option to add 1.5 cups of smashed banana. I am going to add 1.5 cups of pumpkin puree and pumpkin pie seasonings. I am too tired.
We had a fairly grueling schedule at choir camp. My daughter and I arrived at 1 PM on Monday for a counselor’s meeting. I was the only counselor who was not a college student. I was also the only counselor allowed to keep possession of my car keys. We were told the rules, given notebooks with all our campers information and their medical histories, etc., a first aid kit, and the schedule and had to choose a team flag for a capture the flag game (flags to be hidden and searched for by the other cabin residents). Then, we were sent to move into our cabins and prepare to meet our girls and boys.
The cabins were equipped to sleep ten in five bunk beds in the main room and four more in bunk beds in the auxiliary room. I started out expecting eleven girls but only ten arrived. I had the auxiliary room and my daughter chose to move in with me and take the other bottom bunk. The top bunks were not terribly popular and I can understand it as there was nothing to keep you from rolling off. The three girls who had to sleep on the top bunks persuaded the ones on the bottom to allow them to push three bunks together so they would not be in danger of rolling off two directions. I don’t know how the one on the bottom center tolerated the claustrophobia of not being able to get out of her bunk without climbing over people.
We had two toilets, two sinks, and two showers. The bath and toilet area was open to the main dormitory. The whole place was made of painted concrete blocks. The bunk beds were metal framed and the mattresses were covered in plastic fabric. The whole place could have been power washed down except for the electric sockets. We had a front and back door with no locks other than slide locks to bolt them when we were inside. When we left the building we could not lock our doors behind us.
We started with dinner at 5 PM on Monday followed by our first rehearsal from 6:15 to 8:15 PM. There was a social from 8:30 to 10:30 PM. We were supposed to have lights out at 11 PM but we didn’t even get back to our cabin until almost 11 PM. I was pleading with them to stop talking at midnight.
The directors brought by a quick breakfast at 7:30 AM every morning. When I say quick I mean boxes of Pop Tarts and a gallon of milk (no refrigerator) on Tuesday, miniature boxes of various varieties of cereal and juice boxes but no milk on Wednesday to last us for two days even though there were not enough juice boxes for two days, and Nutra Grain bars and a gallon of orange juice on Friday.
The girls were picked up by a school bus by 8 AM to attend a rehearsal from 8:15 to 10:15.
From 10:15 until 12 PM there was free time in which they could go to the lake to swim, to the pool to swim, or could hang around the cabins. We counselors had to divide duty so some of us were in each location where the students might choose to go. I ended up being the one who stayed back at the camp with the ones who wanted to hang around and search for the hidden cabin flags. The first day it was raining so no one could go swimming so they wandered around in the pouring rain trying to find the team flags.
From Noon to 1 PM they had lunch in the cafeteria in our camp area.
From 1 to 2:45 PM they had organized activities which rotated every day. The counselors supervised those activities in pairs of two.
From 3 to 5 PM they had rehearsal.
From 5 to 6 PM they had dinner back at camp.
From 6:15 to 8:15 they had rehearsal.
From 8:30 to 10:30 they had a group activity with mixed junior high/high school students every night:
Monday, Cookie Social
Tuesday, Movie Night
Wednesday, Talent Show
Thursday night’s dance was followed by a prank war battle back at the camp. My girls did not come in until after 1 PM and did not stop talking until almost 2 PM.
Every night my daughter’s voice teacher took orders for what she called “Fourth Meal”. She drove out and picked up food that she delivered as we arrived back at the cabins from our evening event. On Tuesday night she brought back pizzas. On Wednesday it was hard or soft tacos. On Thursday it was double cheeseburgers and fries. She took orders during lunch and dinner.
I never got them to bed before 11:45 PM. The only way I managed that was to threaten them I would tell the teacher not to accept their orders for “Fourth Meal” for the next night.
I had my alarm set for 6:30 AM and it was like trying to wake the dead every morning.
We counselors escorted them everywhere. I attended seven of the eleven rehearsals as did each of the counselors. The other four rehearsals were our “off time”. We were allowed to stay back at the camp. I chose to use that time to get my shower and wash my hair alone. I would then lie on my cot and read until my girls returned. My off time was never long enough.
We were moved from place to place by the same lady bus driver every day. She was the only person of my age at the camp. She would come in and sit with me during rehearsals and we would sit in the back and whisper to each other.
My daughter had quite enough of other teenage girls fairly quickly. There were a couple of girls in my cabin who felt the same way and I know there were those of the same sentiments in other cabins. I wish they could have done an interview with them and put those girls together in the same cabin. There were those who participated in the rehearsals and group activities but needed to real alone time during their free periods. They need to sit by themselves with no conversation to recover emotionally and physically. As it was those girls ended up looking antisocial to the others. Those girls were the only ones who went to bed as soon as they reached the cabins at night. They were anxious to get in bed and pull the covers over their heads. They begged the others to be quiet and go to sleep.
After the prank war my girls my girls came tracking in spoiled milk which everyone seemed to have kept since Monday, shaving cream, and water from the drenching from the water balloons. There was Silly String everywhere. Thank goodness none of this war could take place inside the cabins. Enough was tracked inside to make a disgusting mess anyway.
They all had to have showers in their clothing to wash the spoiled milk out of their clothes and hair. All this soggy clothing had to be packed to take home the next day. Fortunately, I had stuffed a lot of plastic garbage bags into our luggage before I left home.
All this was done without benefit of coffee in the AM. I did not see caffeine any day until I had access to the iced tea at lunch. Fortunately, my daughter’s teacher had made up goody bags of candy, snack items, novelty toy items and a large plastic cup into nice little fabric backpacks. That large cup was my lifesaver for the week. I filled it with iced tea at lunch and dinner and topped it off as I left each meal.
I spent the week perpetually sleepy. If my daughter goes back next year I will go with her and I will take a hot pot to make my own coffee in the cabin.
The counselors were all told we had right of first refusal next year. We are all invited to return as we made it through the week with no major issues. It was a trial by fire and I spent a lot of time exhausted but it was good for me to see how my daughter interacts in difficult situations and how the other students reacted and related to her. I came home with a better idea of how to help her work out her social issues.
During the activities my young partner actually ran the games. I was the one who set the next game up. I filled buckets with water and blew up countless balloons. I was the one who administered First Aid when there were accidents during play. As one of my younger counterparts said I played “mother”.
Our other meals were primarily carbohydrates with little to no meat. We had lots of mashed potatoes and gravy several times, small servings of frozen crinkle French fries several times, black eyed peas, potato salad several times, yellow corn salad, macaroni and cheese several times, English peas several times, croissants at every meal, and two servings of green beans all week. Several times there were very small 1/2 cup servings of lettuce with one small wedge of tomato and three times we had canned fruit cocktail in 1/3 cup servings in the same little bowls. Main courses were fried chicken tenders twice, obviously prepackaged single serving pizza, a corn dog, a very small piece of chicken breast, a very small piece of meat loaf, a very small piece of pork chop, a very obvious little to no meat hamburger. The vegetable/side order carbohydrates were served in 1/3 cup servings. Sometimes meals did not include any green vegetable, salad or fruit.
The servings were very small and the food was not good for you. We were always hungry and if we didn’t eat everything they gave us we were ravenous. My daughter’s teacher must be very much aware of this since she makes the “Fourth Meal” food run every night. By the time the evening activity is over it has been almost six hours since dinner.
Most of the girls who had been at this camp in the past brought bags full of food. We had the backpack of goodies from my daughter’s teacher. Much of it was more junk but one girl brought applesauce in individual serving containers and spoons and she kindly let me have some of it. I did have some peanuts and some party mix which I rationed out over our four days. I also had a jar of peanut butter but I never felt we were so close to starvation as to delve into it, knowing we had “Fourth Meal” coming.
If I ever go back I am going to take single servings of applesauce, a sack of apples and a sack of oranges as well as a coffee pot and coffee.
We also needed more towels, more changes of clothing. It would have been great to have been able to shower and change clothes twice a day.
My daughter also needed a dress for the dance. Many of the girls in our cabin dressed up, did their hair and makeup for the dance. My daughter felt awkward having to remain in shorts.
Most of the students were dancing alone, bouncing up and down, very like the later part of the Yule Ball in GOF. My daughter joined a Congo line at one point and joined in the bouncing a bit without a partner. I had a number of wall flowers sitting with me and our bus driver, all on their cell phones, most of the night. My daughter’s best boy buddy was fruitlessly attempting to get people to dance with him, using horrendously awkward pickup lines based on Star Trek and Harry Potter. He was rebuffed relentlessly. Finally, at the end of the evening he came over, held out his hand, called my daughter’s name and said, “Come on, let’s dance.” A new song started and it was a SLOW one, the ONLY slow one of the night. He had to escort her out onto the floor and put his hand on he waist and she had to put her hands on his shoulders. They proceeded to giggle and step on each other.
When his parents picked him up at the concert he was anxious to tell them that they had danced and he had stepped on her.
I don’t imagine he told them that when they played chicken in the lake he couldn’t lift her onto his shoulders (tiny little boy, shorter and must smaller than her) so she put him on hers. At one point one of the other teams almost dislodged him and he grabbed for a handhold to stay in place. She had to shriek for him to let go immediately. When he realized what he was doing he let loose like his hand was on hot metal and he fell off backwards. Subsequently, he held onto her head for the rest of the game.
Asti – we had to leave mid game to go help one of our friends with his car. Aaaarrrgghh!! The DS went only because this a very good friend. Otherwise they would have been out of luck.
Lady Hawke I have say that sounds like several days of penal servitude. I just hope that the choir sessions were good enough to compensate for the negative aspects of the whole set-up.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all our LEAKY fathers.
We had breakfast with my daughter and spending some time with her.