dear prudence

listening to the white album. man i love the white album. i love the love songs especially. i'm not going to the gym today. i am going with jake's class to QEH. it's something to do with science projects - either the kids are taking part in an experiment or they are observing. anyway, i haven't been in a high school for a long time, and i always like spending time with jake's class. they are really good kids.
jake's battle of the books team came in third place. i bought mrs rickard some flowers that she really loved (she sent a really nice thank you card home with jake yesterday.) the day was so hectic - right after school was BoB. that ran until 5, and then we hurried home to eat before going to get dil at 6. he had already left with graeme and deana (?!?) and so we sped home to get him before bringing jake to his concert at the forum at 6:20. when we got there, jake ran inside while dil, sammo and i ran into trouble - a sign that said there was an admission charge. this was the last straw for me. nobody told me about this (last year had been voluntary donations). i had no cash, and... my brain was fried. leaving to get money meant missing jake's performance. i didn't know what to do, and neither did dil, so we just stood outside being sad until this nice dude was like, "just go explain to the folks at the door." duh, of course that's what we should do. so that's what i did, but i was feeling sad and kind of pissed off at dil that he couldn't/wouldn't help me out a bit. whatever. it's not his strong suit. anyway the concert was great, they didn't just play jigs and reels, they did some really thoughtful pieces. i think that most of the kids don't fit into the bullied-into-playing by-their-parents-stereotype; they really do seem to love playing their instruments. by the time i got home i was shaking - whether from release of tension or fatigue or what, i don't know, but i went to bed, and i felt much better in the morning.
yesterday i went for an early morning walk with claire and read my book. i'm reading What We All Long For by dionne baird. she's also a poet; it says so in her biographical info, but i can also just tell from reading her prose.