All that red must mean Valentine's Day

Ironically I was having a black pushback day swearing off black trousers and black sweaters which have been my uniform this fall and wintr -- how many times have I said that -- and came to work wearing red trousers and a white sweater only to discover that I was theme dressing. My mother used to send me to school wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day but then she was mean. So Mistake to be in red and white today. But in any case I look positively springy and the weather while almost tropical and in the 40's doesn't match the 60 degree temps that we had in Nashville yesterday.

Kate and I flew down on Friday so that she could interview for a place in high school -- OMG is it already HIGH SCHOOL? -- at the USN or University School at Nashville and spend some time with Arnie. As we landed I checked my e-mail and discovered that she had done well enough to be admitted to Brooklyn Tech, one of New York's prestigious special high schools. In a clear case of controlling access to the news, I quietly jumped up and down but we didn't tell Kate until Sunday. After all she needed to be able to spend the day at the University School without thinking about this great news. This test that she took in the fall is really like the blanc mange that ate London and requried tutoring, anxiety, etc. etc. Ok, we're finished with that and on Wed. Kate and I are due to go out to Brooklyn for an open house. This school has 5,000 people! I'm excited but not excited. I have no faith, ok I have little faith in the public school system....

Arnie and I had lunch with friends while Kate was touring the University school and then after all that good behavior and smiling it was definitely nap time for me. For dinner We took Kate back to a restuarant that we had discovered a couple of weeks ago and liked but I have to say that the second visit wasn't so successful. Nashville seems to have a number of high tech industrial looking restaurants with cement floors, high sound and buzz but after this dinner Arnie and I both thought the owner/chef would win an award for attitude because he wants you to know that he knows best. About everything.

Saturday was a beautiful blue sky day with time for rock climbing, more networking and then dinner with Beth and her daughter Tatum. Sunday we, read Arnie because I really don't drive, took Kate out for driving lessons in a parking lot. Gotta love that. All kids do. Then on for a celebatory lunch which had its funny aspects. We took a wrong turn along the way and ended up god knows where, until we found the restaurant which turned out to have an egg centric brunch menu which brought on sulks from Kate. Gotta get out of here. And then we sat on the curb in front of a bail bond office with a sign that said executions cause more problems while Kate found a restaurant using google maps. Hard Rock Cafe it was. Located in the most touristy part of Nashville and the food was grim. Why am I surprised. But the celebratory lunch itself was wonderful.