WHERE THE HELL IS AUTUMN?!!
It is still too damned hot out here in Los Angeles! It's been in the stinking '90's! ENOUGH ALREADY! I am ready for a pumpkin latte! I want to roast fall vegetables! I want some corduroys!
According to my iPhone, things might improve by Thursday...
Ah...77 degree high. Maybe an iced pumpkin latte?
And this heat is starting to addle my already peri-menopausal brain. Yesterday, I had an audition at 2:00. So my plan was to go to the audition,then pick Jude up at school at 3:00, then take him to swim team at 4:00. The pool is right next to an amazing new library, and I like to bring my laptop with me so I can get some work time in while he's swimming. So this meant that I had to bring the computer with me on the audition, and since I didn't want to leave it in the car to bake/get stolen, I took it into the audition with me. After my audition, I walked back to the car, started the car and was about to drive away when I realized that I'd left the computer in the waiting room of the audition! The huge open waiting room, through which many, many actors pass constantly. Eek. I dashed back in and thank God, it was still sitting, untouched, right where I'd left it. Relieved, I walked back to the car, and realized that I had LEFT THE CAR RUNNING. So basically, I could have lost the computer and the car in one fell swoop. Dang. Clearly, it's the heat.
I have made another discovery which should make the hour and a half I spend waiting while Jude is at his swim practice more pleasurable. The rather fancy, upscale market up the street from the pool has WINE TASTINGS! Last week, I spent really quite a long time trying each of the wines being sampled by the rather attractive young man from the winery. While I sipped and ate the proffered cheese and crackers, the young man told me all about the merits of stainless steel vs. oak for wine aging, and the fruitiness/citrus notes, yada-yada-yada. Okay, he kind of lost me somewhere there, but the wine was really quite tasty. And of course then I felt like I had to buy a bottle because he had been so kind and it was on sale. Perk of living in California!
Math may be the death of me yet. After surviving math in high school and avoiding it altogether in college (drama majors don't need to know anything, aren't we clever?), I am now being tortured by it yet again through my child. This Fourth Grade stuff is already mostly beyond me. I am trying VERY hard to fake it, so Jude doesn't know that his mother does not have the math gene. And unfortunately, he seems to have inherited the "not a math gene" thing. He, like me, manages to get good grades, but only after MUCH effort and studying. It does NOT come naturally. Anyway, I'm trying to fake it, but the other day, this came along...
Yes, the dreaded word problem. They have always struck terror in me. Jude stared at this. Then he asked me for help and I stared at it. I swear to God, it took me 20 minutes to work out. Using a calculator! I kept thinking that there must be a formula, some secret strategy to figuring it out. A few days later, I finally actually looked in his math book, and discovered that this is meant to be a "guess and check" question. Meaning that you were just supposed to take a stab at it, and then work it out! Does that seem right? It just doesn't work for my logical mind. This is why algebra was such a horror for me. I loved geometry, but algebra was a disaster. At least Jude seems to have a better grasp than I do, as he aced it on his test, thank God! And yes, that means that I am not smarter than a Fourth Grader.
My latest favorite from Dogshaming, as a salute to Yom Kippur...
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