Halloween

I think of Halloween as the medieval beginning of the dark days when we have to amuse ourselves. And Kate has found Facebook and communicating with them a strong diversion. It's facebook all the time. Now of course as upholder of standards, read the Mother, it's time to cut into those past times and limit her time on line. Just in the way that my parents limited my time on my princess phone which i coveted and loved as my communication to the outside world. Hours. I could spend hours on the phone. Actually I can still spend hours on the phone chatting my contemporaries who are similarly inclined. And now Kate is the same about Facebook. A tweet texting teenager is forbidden during the dinner hour. Which is all to the good since that is when I hear the news and learn more about life in the hallowed halls of Brooklyn Tech. Thursday is the first parent teacher conference and I am looking forward to it and not looking forward to it. Coming from the highly organizational culture of Friends seminary where everything was very tightly run, I am not looking forward to sharp elbows and thousands of people all trying to sign up to see their children's teachers. I will report back on how many teachers I saw and if I was satisfied. I am trying to promote myself as a volunteer -- certainly I have the time to help out -- because I might get to see the teachers in advance. Anything I can do to promote this is good.

The other members of this household are good. Arnie continues to be happy in his new job, Kate is really happy at school and I am happy with my two day a week work schedule. Even Miss Murry and Mr. Frou Frou, the hamster are happy. Frou is especially happy because after two escapes from his triplex cage, he was found again and now has clean water and a steady supply of food. No casualty of Saturday's snow storm, he.