There was that tutor student incident the burned my a$$ a little. I had a phone conversation with her and I haven't heard from her since - including any attempts-to-cheat text messages (seriously!). It still bothers me, there is something fishy going on and I'll probably never know the whole story, but at least she knows where I stand. To placate my own hurt feelings, I painted some flowers and now feel much better. Some people have heroin, I have paints and brushes.
Meego had his first band concert this week. I wanted to get a photo, particularly because Meego refuses to wear anything other than cargo pants/shorts (no denim!) and t-shirts unless he has to. I managed to snag a photo:
Blonde kid on the left: "Dude, your mom's in the drums!"
Meego: "Mom! What the...?"
Okay, yeah, I had to infiltrate the percussion section, but I got the shot! Well, sort of... he's wearing a button-down shirt and tie with a pretty baritone accessory.
And the music was quite good (really, it's not about the clothes). Our own Meego is first chair baritone! Clairification: there are no chair challenges in 6th grade band, they are seated alphabetically. But we'll take what we can get!
I'm pretty trained up at my volunteer crimefighter post. Omigosh, the information at my fingertips! Sadly, I'm not supposed to go digging up dirt on my neighbors/kids' teachers/ reckless minivan drivers/ etc. But there's nothing like getting to know the seedy underbelly of the city I live in.