It’s been a fairly quiet, if busy, day around school and
home.
The push for getting a last round of testing out of the way
before the holidays continued, along with more intense lessons and project
deadlines continued today, and that probably won’t let up at all until Friday
or next Monday. Rowen and I had our
usual lunchtime music practice, and that was pretty much the only break we had
all day – from the school work, and the Christmas dance night girl talk and
gossip.
As an aside, it’s not like I don’t know that girls like to
talk fairly graphically and intimately with their best friends about guys – my
Mom and Aunt do that regularly – but there are things I just don’t need or want
to know about either the boys or girls in my class and school. Ditto that for pretty much everyone in my
family too, but at least my favorite women mostly keep the not-safe-for-kids
parts of their girl-talk for when Ehlana, Ethan, and I aren’t around. That’s not always the case at school, and
makes for moments when having some of my abilities can be embarrassing and
uncomfortable – moments that will always be in my photographic memory.
Let’s move along, since I seriously doubt that very many
Magi reading this some day will want those chat details about kids that could,
in your present, be parents or grandparents.
I certainly wouldn’t want to know anything intimate about my
grandparents, father, aunt, or uncle from when they were twelve or thirteen.
Rowen and I switched up our usual work night routine a bit
so that we could work on a project together; so we did that, and the rest of
our homework, at the computer store before she started working there, and I
went home to spend an hour and a half in the office until dinnertime. Dad’s going to be busy all week getting ready
for his trip to Crystal
Springs, so he went to
work in the office right after we finished eating. Mom and I cleaned up; we played with Ethan
and Ehlana for a couple of hours; did the bedtime routine; and followed that up
with a long Magi lesson after the twins were tucked in for the night.
I’ve been working in bed since finishing my lesson two and a
half hours ago. My archive assignment is
done, but that took up most of the time, so I’m skipping the language studies. There wasn’t much email to deal with tonight,
since I’d caught up with most of that earlier while working on the family
business; and the usual nightly entertainment, news, and sport checks didn’t
take long either. It’s late; there isn’t
anything else to report; and I’m tired and ready to crash, so...
...say ‘goodnight, Cassie’.
“Goodnight, Cassie.”
