For information on tickets to our team’s Championship
football game, contact anyone in the Landry family; or in our Grade Seven
class; just ask Tim. He was given two
tickets to the game by his Uncle Lee, and today, Nora wasn’t sure whether to be
relieved that he invited Michael to go with him; or ticked off that he didn’t
invite her despite the fact that she doesn’t like football at all anyway.
There are quite a few guys in our class wishing they were
going to the game too, but Rowen and I don’t plan on picking up tickets for the
game, though we do wish our team the best.
It was a busy day for our class. We wrote two tests; worked on projects; and
did some cool animation in computers.
Rowen and I got back to our usual Tuesday-Thursday music practice at
lunchtime; and had fun playing the Christmas songs we’re learning in class –
though it sometimes doesn’t sound very good with only the flute and saxophone
parts. The good news is that we’re
sounding better and better every week; so the extra practicing is paying off.
It’s a good thing that we do that at lunchtime, since we
don’t have time to practice on work nights.
Even though Alicia worked on Monday while Mom was out of town, she was
still working her usual Tuesday and Thursday shifts; and she’s even going to
help out a bit with Ethan and Ehlana on Saturday while we’re in the city. Mom was glad to have the help, and it allowed
me to hide in the office; do my homework; and work on the family business until
dinnertime. I was even able to kick
things into high gear for a while when Alicia took the twins out for a walk to
the school playground and back while Mom was busy cooking in the kitchen.
Since Mom and Aunt Leanne were busy yesterday, Uncle Adam
and I had our healing lesson with Mom after dinner; and we had a little future
plans meeting too before Uncle Adam and Aunt Leanne headed home. Dad had work to do, so he did that while Mom
and I went through the full bath and bedtime routine with Ethan and
Ehlana. I had a long soak in my Jacuzzi
after Ethan and Ehlana were in bed; have finished all of my archive and
language studies; and will have my usual nightly computing done once I finish
this journal entry. It still isn’t
midnight yet, but then I kicked things up a few notches tonight so that getting
a little extra sleep was an option.
There isn’t anything else to report, so I’ll wrap this up and get to
that.
Say ‘goodnight, Cassie’.
“Goodnight, Cassie.”
