Just home from work...

Unbeknownst to me it was Field Day, so I couldn't park as close as usual but it was all right. As I pulled up in my little Sha (my car was named by Samantha LW - sha being Dakota for red) and Frances C (parent of former student of mine) took my photo. I said "Hey, don't do that, you'll break yer camera!" She said, "We have one of you in your car that Kota took ten years ago - it's in an album!" She came inside with me and told me the latest news about her family. She's a single mother with many children, one of whom is severly handicapped and used to have hundreds of seizures a week (I think the seizures are in the past now as she had some kind of surgery that stopped it, but I could be wrong).

Then I worked on my files, and so forth, and talked about things with Alex. I said that I had printed transfers for 38 shirts, and with the bazillion here at my house (that I'm giving to the school), I saw no reason to get our knickers in a twist. How many could we actually sell, anyway? I said that to the vice principal and she agreed. There is supposed to be a repairman coming (he was due after 1pm today) who may fix the printer; he also has two same-type printers and said he could give us a loaner. If it turns out to be easy to get the transfers printed, so be it. If not, I personally would say, "Who cares?"

I got a yearbook - yay! It turns out there were 160+ bound (as I thought) not 130 (as I was told).

Children came in and said, "Look!" to me - Josie WS is visiting from Oklahoma. I talked to her a bit - her family is insanely talented and I was close to them. I said, "Tell your family I love them all very much." She left but came back a few minutes later and then stayed for an hour or so putting together the binder-type yearbooks for me. I hadn't seen her for two years; she's about hmmm... 9. That family is my "toxic mold" family, as they lived in an apartment complex in Olympia that had toxic mold and lots of other problems and was condemned.

I asked Mothra to come and pick up the T shirts and change my lightbulbs, thereby excusing Alex, who was my choice if he could plug in my ram. He was happy to be released.