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It's nearly eleven. Steve surprised us with the news that, having just gotten back from France, he now had to fly to Auckland today, for two days. So that blew my plans of helping at the school dance this evening. But Asher had a sore heel, so I cancelled his soccer practice. Then we pleaded chaos and cancelled clarinet, and suddenly the evening looked more promising. We had a takeaway meal, as Christy brought a friend home who was going to the dance, and then I took everyone up to school. See, my college was having a dance, but Christy's college, the 'big sister' college, was invited. So I took the girls into the dance, then deposited the boys in my classroom (locked them in the block!) so they could play on my new Apple Mac in there (and do their homework), then I stood guard duty in the loud, flashing lights, rappy techno music of the dance, with hundreds of sweaty, excited teenagers rushing and crumping and giggling in the dark in the gym. It was loud but reasonably pleasant, and at 9.15 I took the boys home and tucked them into bed (and caught microjotz on Yahoo for a moment) before zooming back to get the girls at ten!

And now I need to go to bed myself, but I have Christy's school shirts for tomorrow in the washing machine. I might go read, then pop back to put one shirt on the towel rail for the morning.

It is cold, and wet, and my neighbour died this afternoon. She has lived across the road from us for as long as I have lived here, and was married to her husband for 71 years! She was 94. Her daughter and son in law live next door, and it was Rob who came over to tell me the news. It's sad but she had recently lost awareness of the world around her, and in many ways, her death is a merciful one. She has spent just two months in a rest home, so her husband has had time to adjust to life in the house without her constant presence. Rest in peace, Mrs Hoare. Funny name, we often mention 'the Hoares across the road' and people goggle at us *g*

So. Bed. Read. Rest. Up in seven hours... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

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moth2fic
Jun. 14th, 2007 11:22 am (UTC)
Glad the logistics worked out for the dance!!

Sad about your neighbour but as you say, possibly a merciful release. My friend Judith had to cope with her father's death last week - he was 93. After a long full life he died at home, with visits from everyone over the last few days of life.

*giggles at 'the Hoares across the road'*
natesmountain
Jun. 14th, 2007 11:26 am (UTC)
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*giggles at 'the Hoares across the road'*

Yeah, we've always had those Hoares across the road. When I was going out with Steve years ago, he had ordered a big bin for rubbish, and I was out there stomping down some stuff when Mr Hoare came over to say hello (and remember this was over twenty years ago),
"I'm a friend of Steve's," I said helpfully.
"Yes, we know, we've seen your car here, sometimes all night."
I was so embarrassed! I wanted to say, I'm not doing anything, but I just couldn't say anything at all!!
moth2fic
Jun. 19th, 2007 05:31 pm (UTC)
*imagines your face*
vivh
Jun. 14th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
The dance sounds sort of fun, I hope Christie and her friends had a good time, and I'm glad you made the evening work for every one! It's hard for you all that Steve has had to go away again so soon!

Unfortunately seven hours sleep sounds like quite a lot to me...that's probably pretty sad, but we were only managing about seven hours a night even on holiday, my norm is more like 5 hours - sigh!
natesmountain
Jun. 15th, 2007 09:30 am (UTC)
- my norm is more like 5 hours - sigh!
Okay, you win. I won't say another word.
vivh
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:56 pm (UTC)
Okay, you win. I won't say another word.
Oh you can say as much as you like, 5 hours isn't really enough for me, 7 hours probably isn't enough for you... guess we could just sit and drink coffee and sympathise with each other, if we could stay awake!!!
greenpizzazz6
Jun. 14th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
then I stood guard duty in the loud, flashing lights, rappy techno music of the dance, with hundreds of sweaty, excited teenagers rushing and crumping and giggling in the dark in the gym
Eep! Not my idea of fun!

Sorry about your neighbor. It does sound like maybe it was a merciful death though, it's sad when people lose touch with the world.

Funny name, we often mention 'the Hoares across the road' and people goggle at us
*giggles*
natesmountain
Jun. 15th, 2007 09:30 am (UTC)
Thanks.
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