Swinger
Here’s LRN12 at the park the other day, doing what is currently her very favorite thing. She still hasn’t figured out the old leg pumping trick, so she working strictly with external propulsion at this point. Namely, me. Or whoever is at the park with her. She’ll get it soon. Great Art courtesy of the famous iPhone-cam.
Normal day. Slept in until 6:00 and got home at 7:30. LRN4 was out visiting teaching and got home at about 9:00. Now blogging and getting ready for bed. After updating my iPod collection, of course. And probably a few other things.
I just finished fixing the family mailing list so that LRN1’s forwarded messages will get through. LRN4’s been forwarding them, but they never got there. Turns out Google Groups was rejecting them because it was set up to reject non-member addresses, and she was sending them from a different address than the one under which she’s signed up for the service. The rejection notices were going into her spam mailbox, so she never saw them. I modified Google’s settings to allow postings to come in from nonmember addresses and be posted after I check them out. Resent everything and it worked! Everybody on the mailing list got seven letters, and now they’re all caught up. I can only imagine their excitement.
LRN4 is considering hiring a lawn service to take care of our grass, allowing her to use her precious gardening time on actual gardening. Personally, I’m in favor of the idea. She had somebody mow yesterday and they did a fair job, but she’s calling a different service tomorrow for a quote.
Speaking of LRN4, her car’s in the shop. It had started misfiring. Needed plugs and wires, and we’re getting a new coil just for the principle of the thing, along with new valve cover gaskets to correct an oil leak. Should be running like a top by this time tomorrow. In the meantime, I took the Suburban to the train station this morning, which I always enjoy, and left my car with her. She has an unnatural aversion to parallel parking the Burb on the very busy streets around the college in Turlock where LRN2 has his organ lessons. Can’t understand her reluctance.
Anyway. I’ll leave you with this shocking food violence news: judicial egg attack!
See you tomorrow.