||[Apr. 30th, 2008|07:07 am]
M and PT made it through the Wild Hog Canoe Race Saturday. 15 miles of the Wacasassa River, often very narrow and winding, sometimes so little water they had to get out and drag the canoe. (M was hoping the older son would do it with PT but that didn't happen.) They arrived home proud in their T-shirts; I took pictures of the guys, with paddles, in front of the number on the canoe (59). Within an hour, they had unloaded, put stuff away, taken showers and were asleep, M on the couch, PT on his bed.|
Mack has decided to come home and live until he moves to Michigan, if he can sublet his apartment. No one is happier than I.
We are having our Annual Staff Development day Friday. All the county libraries close and we all hang out together at this scenic retreat north of here. I was on the committee this year that planned the event, and we made sure we had two speakers, one for the morning, another for the afternoon, so we had little to do, really. It's just 8 hours of sitting and eating and interacting with people who, if I never saw again, I wouldn't think about. Well,maybe a few, but none are people I'd invite to my house!
Saturday is the big Master Gardener plant sale. I have my plants ready to drop off--all plants are donated by the MG's--and we make a couple thousand dollars by noon. It's a mad house for the first few hours, people almost battling to get in line because they know the prices are more than reasonable. I dug up native sunflowers, whirling butterfly plants that seem to be everywhere, and horsemint. I made cuttings of a "stinky cactus" which isn't a cactus, but a carrion plant. When it blooms, the flower kind of puffs up like a ball, and then opens, giving off a kind of icky smell, but it attracts bugs, the blowfly, I think. Needless to say, it's not a houseplant. They sell quickly, though.
PT's grades improved, except in Math, which he still failed, but not as badly. Now he thinks he can make up the semester during summer, if, he says, he fails. What?? With a 27 and 57? Let's see, 60 is the lowest D. I'm not doing the math, which is probably why he can't either, but I know he'll need AT LEAST a B to pass the semester. He hasn't made a B all year in the stupid class! However, he has a few privileges back, like being able to go out on the weekend, which he's happy about. (The 88's in English and History helped.)