Guys wearing pajama pants is now officially a fad at school;
and quite a few of the boys in Grade Seven and Eight jumped onboard. I have no idea why, but Jake and Dillon were
wearing pajama pants too; and Michael and Tim were following Jake’s lead. Since it was another cold day, I think
they’re all a bit crazy, but I also agree with the majority of girls at school
who think that Jake Stone looks really great in the hospital scrubs he was
wearing.
I am not commenting on how any of the guys in my class
looked in their pajama pants, other than to suggest that one of the guys was
incredibly brave to wear his superhero jammies.
If you’re reading this in some decades-distant future, and know both
that story and the identity of the guy; I’ll guess that his future self regrets
the youthful indiscretion.
There isn’t a lot else to report from school. Michael and Lisa are still quietly having
problems that they’re mostly still keeping between them; since there isn’t a
peep about them on the school grapevine.
Michael joined Rowen and me for our lunchtime music practice; and I
think that escaping into the music for a while helped; though he wasn’t having
as much fun with it as he usually does. I
knew there had been more of a shift in his relationship with Lisa when she
didn’t even check up on us once while we practiced; and while I was still
getting the cold shoulder from her today, it wasn’t either better or worse
because Michael spent that time with me.
A joke at the start of our first afternoon class about Michael spending
his lunchtime all alone in the music room with two girls while in his pajamas
didn’t even register the reaction the guy making the joke had hoped for from
Lisa; and I wished even more that I could help her. Hopefully, her best friends will be able to
do that instead.
Since it was another cold day with a snowy-slushy mess on
the ground; Rowen and I didn’t mind getting back to our usual Tuesday
after-school jobs. I haven’t mentioned
Aunt Leanne’s morning sickness problems since before she took Mom on their
weekend away in Florida, mostly because she’s only had minor issues in the
mornings since her last batch of tough days; but today wasn’t a good one for
her, and Mom spent parts of the day helping her while she was sick. That included most of the time between when
Alicia and I got home after school and dinnertime. While I worked in the office; Alicia took
care of Ethan and Ehlana; and Mom went over to be with Aunt Leanne at her
place.
That was something that was different now that Grandma and
Grandpa were home. Aunt Leanne had extra
parental support, and if she needed Mom; Ethan and Ehlana had an extra
babysitting option during the school day.
While Aunt Leanne had wanted Mom with her through the worst moments of
the day, Grandma helped her too; and she and Grandpa took care of cooking and
delivering dinner for four that they shared with Uncle Adam and Aunt Leanne
while Mom came home to have dinner with Dad, Ethan, Ehlana, and me.
Aunt Leanne probably should have taken the night off, but
they’d set up a wedding plans meeting, and the only change they made was to
have it at her house. Mom, Grandma, and
Aunt Deborah were all there for that for an hour or so after dinner, and then
Mom came home again so that she could do some Magi lessons with Ethan, Ehlana,
and me before bedtime. Just in case I
didn’t have enough on the go, my lesson came with a big archive assignment; so
I had a lot to work on after coming up to my room for the night.
Tonight, I started with the archive homework before moving
on to studying the first of three scripts that are used to write Punjabi, but
my mind wasn’t totally on my work tonight; and I also took a little break
between the archive and language work for a little therapeutic music practice
on my keyboard. It’s late, and I don’t
really want to go into the details, but I’m having a tough time dealing with
the empathic stress at school with Michael and Lisa. It’s a pointless exercise, but I’m also
wondering if things between them would have been different if Mom and I had
never moved here – something I’m sure Lisa is wondering too. The Sight doesn’t allow me to look back and
then forward into ‘what might have been’ futures, and even if that was
possible, I’m sure the same rules would apply; and I’d just see all of the
possible choices and outcomes from that point onward. I can’t help how I’m feeling right now, and
knowing what I do about the future doesn’t make things any easier – especially
since, as I’ve mentioned before, Ethan, Ehlana, and I don’t get to have all of
the details; and I know almost nothing at all about Lisa’s future.
Wow, that ended up being a lot for ‘not going into the
details’. I think I’ll just wrap this
up; cuddle with Mandy; and stare vacantly at nothing while I wait for my brain
to shut down enough to get some sleep.
Until next time, this is Magi Master Cassie Proctor; logging
out!
