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Pinky said:
That's a long way for little one's to walk .. especially in the heat of summer. A school bus would be better.
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If I were taking a 4 year old that far, I'd be pushing a stroller because sure as shooting that kid will be too exhausted to walk all the way on the return trip. But I live in Los Angeles, and as the song goes, nobody walks in LA. :cool: Well, not 10 city blocks back and forth.

Perhaps the school does this every year and knows better though. It could also be that when you have a group of 4 year olds doing something their stamina is invigorated by the joy of being with their friends and the peer pressure of not wanting to be babyish and unable to make the trek. NYC children do a lot of walking in general.

p.s. DD, DSIL, GS and GD go for 10 mile bike rides every weekend and most people in my neighborhood walk a mile or two for exercise. Don't want to make it seem like we're complete sloths out here.
 
Today I hulled more strawberries while waiting for 'referral' appointments. It is now almost 4pm so don't expect one now.

However while waiting, I did eat 5 strawberries, two toffees and now I am going to gave a coffee and choc digestive biscuit
and while doing that, I am going to watch first episode of Broadchurch, great British drama .
I have seen all before but at this age like watching anew except for bits and pieces.
Cheers
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I may go out , I may not it depends when my new book arrives..I have no tracking info for it yet. It's 10.20am

I just need to get topped up with some groceries. It's sunny, but much cooler than it has been all week @ just below 70 f.. but it's very breezy....

I'm not concerned if I don't go out, I'll do it tomorrow instead, but next week is supposed to be a hottie again.. and I want to visit a Miniature Village ...
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Recuperating from yesterday.

At the end of the party most kids were crying, probably from exhaustion.

It was terribly painful for me. I need new stents in my left leg, but I'm seeing so many doctors I had to put it off for a while. Walking 5th Ave was an incredible challenge. I could stand up for literally hours, but when I take a step--Agony, I'm in Agony.
 
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Recuperating from yesterday.

At the end of the party most kids were crying, probably from exhaustion.

It was terribly painful for me. I need new stents in my left leg, but I'm seeing so many doctors I had to put it off for a while. Walking 5th Ave was an incredible challenge. I could stand up for literally hours, but when I take a step--Agony, I'm in Agony.
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So the kids were crying, and you were in tears.. what a rotten end to the day. Hope you're not in so much pain today. Why do you need stents in your leg , what's that for ?
 
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Today started at midnight, when I woke up from a nap I didn't intend to take. My son came bounding into my room to tell me how easy it is to move. We just pack, turn off the utilities, and go. Boom! We are in Mass.

I wrote the 4 page list of things that need to be done before we move. He was astonished. He thought it was a matter of each of us packing a couple of boxes.

I have to take him to work in a few minutes, and then I'll probably go back bed. On the rest of today's agenda is to get started on the moving list, make stir fry for dinner, comb the dog, and maybe (if I can talk myself into it) make peanut butter cookies. They are my favorites and I have a special way of eating them, and once I get started doing that, it is hard to stop. I make them crisp, and eat them by nibbling the perimeter until the cookie is gone. Then I get another one. Frozen ones are good, too. They have to be fully forked before they bake or they don't taste as good.

The dog likes them, too. So I will make peanut butter dog cookies (shaped like bones) for him. Otherwise, my son is a GF vegan and I will hide the cookies from my daughter. I always triple the recipe because I'm a glutton for these cookies.
 
Forgot to add that when I woke up at midnight, my daughter came to tell me that her lease in Long Beach was approved and she is moving there on July 23. That was like being punched in the gut, even though I already knew she was moving.

Then my son came to tell me that he could get a good job selling insecticide door to door in the Atlanta area. It's a job that apparently pays well. But would you let a stranger in your house to spray for bugs? A guy came to our door doing that, and I didn't let him in, just told him we have no bugs, so we don't need his service. There is no way I'd let someone I didn't know into our house or let anyone spray poisons in the house or yard where my dog lives.

My son is still thinking about the insecticide idea, but he needs a humid, swampy place where there are lots of bugs, and a lot of gullible people who let strangers into their homes. I think he said the company charges $150 to spray a house. I quit listening by the time he told me how much he would make.

My son's heart was in the right place, though -- he wanted to make me happy by moving us to Atlanta. We already told my cousin we were moving in with him for sure, so Atlanta is off the table for now anyway.

These get rich quick schemes are coming up because another son (who isn't speaking to me) makes over $1,000 most days, and on really bad days, makes $500. What does he do? He gets registered voters to sign petitions, and he gets paid per validated signature. The company checks the voter registration rolls. He works every day, for long hours (like every hour he isn't sleeping). The son who lives with me nags him to take breaks to eat, relax a little. My son started out being the #1 guy on "the team" and has done pretty well being in the top 3. A lot of people who try this job don't do well at it because they haven't psyched out the job. My son figured out the best places to stand around in and can spot a petition-signer a mile away. He also looks wholesome, clean cut, and is polite and well-spoken.

This son offered to pay for my husband's life insurance, $1,000/month, for the son who lives for me. So far, he's paid for it twice. This son is one of those people who can sell ice to an Eskimo (as the saying goes, I know they are First Nations people). This kind of job isn't illegal in CA or in the other states he and some others who are employed by the CA office go to. He is allegedly saving for college. I hope so because, he is brilliant - he got that from my husband.

I'm halfway tempted to get a petition signing job myself. It is legal in Mass. Wouldn't that be a pip! Then I'd have money to invest and could get back to my love of doing that. I don't think I'm going to entertain this daydream much longer. It sounds somewhat fishy to me. Plus, what if the petitions are for something I am totally against?! Even in liberal Mass, that very well could happen.
 
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@WheatenLover,, there is more involved with pesticde spraying than just selling it.
Plus there are government enforced guide lines to follow.

My husband has been doing weed spraying for farmers 40 years.
Household spraying probably has stronger rules to follow.

GOOGLE will have more about guide lines than a smooth talking salesman.
 
StarSong said:
When a teenager I fully expected to die by the time I reached 30 because I couldn't imagine myself being any older than my twenties.
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yep..precisely. I thought 30 was old too.. and I'm not kidding you, I'm a very stoical person and a realist.. seriously... but on my 30th Birthday I cried, I thought I was now officially old... :ROFLMAO:.. but in actual fact I worried all my life that I would die by the time I got to 39 the same age as my mother was , .. and then I felt sure I wouldn't make it past 45, and I kept asking God to spare me to be old enough to ensure my daughter could cope alone.

Thus far he's granted my plea ..but how daft was I ? :ROFLMAO:...and now even my daughter is older than 45
 
hollydolly said:
yep..precisely. I thought 30 was old too.. and I'm not kidding you, I'm a very stoical person and a realist.. seriously... but on my 30th Birthday I cried, I thought I was now officially old... :ROFLMAO:.. but in actual fact I worried all my life that I would die by the time I got to 39 the same age as my mother was , .. and then I felt sure I wouldn't make it past 45, and I kept asking God to spare me to be old enough to ensure my daughter could cope alone.

Thus far he's granted my plea ..but how daft was I ? :ROFLMAO:...and now even my daughter is older than 45
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I was thinking along those same lines, Hols .. was so certain I would never see 30. Definitely never thought I'd see my 60's, let alone 70's! My mother never made it to this age, however, she wasn't as young as your mother was when she passed away.

It's weird to see my daughter at almost 40 (next year).
 
Pinky said:
I was thinking along those same lines, Hols .. was so certain I would never see 30. Definitely never thought I'd see my 60's, let alone 70's! My mother never made it to this age, however, she wasn't as young as your mother was when she passed away.

It's weird to see my daughter at almost 40 (next year).
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I know what you mean Pinks... it's 5 minutes since I was 46 years old.. I was buying a house in Spain, DD flew out to come to the viewings with me and o/h... literally 5 minutes ago.. she was 25 I was 46... now she's 46... and looks 25..

and I'm 67 never imagined I'd ever be this age... and feel my age when telling people I have a dd racing towards 50
 
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Going to out of town dairy for favourite ice-cream. Our cooler/heater pooped out on us, so, we have to use ice packs instead.

4 books waiting for pick-up at the library. I read the last book in 2 sittings .. it was so compelling. Lisa Unger is such a good writer.
 

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