Oh, let's not kid ourselves, I'm not even sure who the teams were.
History is not my greatest strength. The remembering of random dates and facts is something that I rarely do, and when I do it, I like for it to be relevant, like "don't forget that baseball is tonight at six" or my anniversary, or "don't send the kids to school today, it's summer." But remembering all those battles and all those people who just couldn't get along? Nevermind.
BUT. I signed up to teach at Twilight Camp this year, you know, that annual cub scout camp? It's Robert's turn to get to go, and I had plenty of help with his group, so off I went to volunteer for something else! In my defense, I originally tried to do something different, like composting or watching paint dry or hammers (!), but there were other ideas for me.
Me and about 400 kids. Learning Texas history. In an hour and a half. Well, them an hour and a half, me about two weeks. There were Native Americans that lived here! And settlers! And longhorns are really just some happy accident! And Six Flags actually has meaning beyond "Spend wads of cash here and still listen to whining all day" -- it's the number of flags that have flown over this large state! And we had to change up the words of our state song when Alaska joined the union and upstaged us! And the mockingbird and the armadillo and the pecan tree and a GIANT STAR (not the one at Jerry's place). It's all rattling around in my brain!
And does anyone know how hard it is to make 50 bingo boards? They have to all be different! That was not in my plans, people!
Oh, you poor, poor seven and eight year olds, you have NO IDEA what's coming your way. May your fourth grade teachers not be able to hunt me down and find me when they have to come and fix all the mistakes I made.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Painting the floor. Leaving our mark. Before the kids really actually woke up, honestly. But it had to be done, because about ten minutes after the guys got here, they'd covered it all up with plywood!
Raw wood, above. This is old pine, we are told from an old gym in Irving, Texas. Not the floors, but the structure. Remilled to be made into our floor. Below, staining.
After the stain, but before the poly coat. Those are still on my camera. Those poor guys, I tell ya, they put up with a lot of photography. And me trying desperately to find that place in my brain that still speaks Spanish. They were terribly amused by my Spanglish.
So I'm a little slow on the update of the floor, but my goodness that's a dusty business, and I'm STILL trying to put my car in the garage. But mostly the boxes are unpacked and the mess is back to a normal mess.
And already, less than three hours after the dogs arrived back home, I found myself complaining about the quantity of fur that they left behind on my floor! Charlie so kindly pointed out that they were leaving all that fur behind before, we just couldn't see it all. So now I obsessively vacuum and Swiffer and dust mop. But I'm becoming immune. And I bought my very first rug today.