Thursday, 5 March 2015

School Dress Up

We had six days notice that bear had to dress up today.  I have just noticed on the school website that he has to dress up again next Friday though I haven't had the notice through.  Where the heck am I supposed to get red trousers for bear?  And will he ever wear them again without looking like an idiot?  I haven't really enough time to get stuff online, so it will be a trudge around the shops with everything crossed.

I am unimpressed.

Thanks for all the good wishes.  Father is unlikely to immediately affected by the lack of medication.  I am asking whether he wants to go for the follow up to his cancer scare, as it will mean taking a lot more medicine.  He is still thinking about that.

Today I signed up for a sewing course.  I am not entirely convinced, but as bear is so dubious about me going outside the house I think it is necessary.  It doesn't start for a few weeks so it gives me some time to work out how to thread the dratted sewing machine.

No, I really don't feel like sewing bear some red trousers.

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Father is refusing all medication.  It is not immediately serious, but the medication includes treatment for his blood pressure and his heart.  There is nothing we can do.  Father has the capacity to make decisions and I understand why he is making those decisions.

Hopefully a chirpier post tomorrow.

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Fitting it all together

Father was supposed to have a hospital appointment today.  The nursing home didn't tell me it was cancelled and rearranged - and now I have to arrange a pick up for bear on 31st of March.  DH took this afternoon off, but he can't keep doing that, and the neighbours who I would unhesitatingly relied on will have moved.  I am trying to work stuff out, how to fit stuff in, and I am panicking a bit.

Mind you, I cheered up a bit later.  I was looking up a link to 'Digging up the Past' (available here for a very reasonable outlay) when I found this - a cure for, among other things, meteorism.  I assume it is a poor translation rather than protection from being hit by meteorites.  I had been so careful choosing a name that had no associations, but apparently now it has.


It seems a useful product, though I currently do not suffer from any of the ailments it is designed to alleviate, I shall definitely bear it in mind.  

Monday, 2 March 2015

Things Children Say

I've just had to explain to my eight year old son that perhaps it isn't a good idea to describe himself as a kerb crawler, even if he is utterly amazing on the particularly brilliant piece of kerb on the way home.  I said it was something that adults sometimes said about rude things.  Bear was unimpressed, but more concerned about his chance of doing sport on Friday lunchtime.

Thank goodness.

Failing at Sherry

I don't know if it is this particular brand of sherry but in future I will have to stick to one very small, ladylike glass.  To put this into context, I used one of those nutella jars that turn into glasses and I had two sherries, both of them about a quarter of the glass.  I am such a lightweight.

I am relying on a bought costume for bear on Thursday.  As I haven't worked out how to thread up the sewing machine, a costume may be a bit ambitious, especially as I am out all tomorrow with father at hospital.  However, after looking with appalled attention at the costume, I aim to have a go before the Easter Holidays.

Approved Food parcel came today.  I've had some sweet potato gluten free crisps.  I've handed over a large amount of goodies to next door.  I am going to miss them so much when they move.

I'm feeling maudlin,  I shall have to switch back to a nice cup of tea.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Disappearing Dog

Witch Hazel - ice in sherry sounds nice, but I would have still been hungover.  Though I may take the risk tonight.

Sarah - bear has been learning the piano on and off.  At first we went to a teacher that didn't really challenge him and we had to travel.  Bear was awful, really awful, and after he was rude to the teacher in front of DH we abandoned those lessons.  I should add, the teacher let him get away with it.  I was mortified.  Bear is very, very rarely rude, but he was getting away with murder and I think he thought his father would be less likely to raise hell about rudeness.  He was wrong.

So since September a lovely piano teacher has come to our house on a Saturday morning.  Bear has already learned more with this new teacher in six months than he did with the old teacher in over two years, and is having a good go with two hands and doing okay.  The teacher seems happy enough.  Bear does try on the 'can't remember what to practice' and 'confused about what I am doing' which the new teacher seems to have rumbled.  Bear forgets nothing.  I have just been clear, piano is not negotiable.  I had to abandon martial arts, I could no longer physically drag bear along to the sessions across town and the teacher wouldn't allow him to just do one session so with a sigh of relief I abandoned that.  Bear has to do at least one thing that he isn't brilliant at immediately.  I think the new teacher will be putting him in for grading when appropriate.  Bear actually quite enjoys it, but has times when he can't be bothered, and I don't let him off the hook.

My brother visited with his dog again today.  We were leaving when suddenly we couldn't find the dog.  All the doors were shut, the little sweetie could only be in one of two rooms.  Despite my poor housewifery there aren't that many places to hide, even for a little dog.  We turned the rooms upside down and inside out.  She had wedged herself at the back underneath a chair.  She didn't want to leave last time either.  It may be a sign.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Bear on Thin Ice

Negotiations continue about piano lessons.  I could hear bear pushing his luck with the teacher this morning.  Bear is definitely putting in the minimum effort in the hope that I will give up.  I am unimpressed.

The piano lessons could be a really good thing for him, giving him all sorts of benefits.  He can manage them, but I don't know how much longer I will have the strength to keep him going (lots happening that isn't on here).

It is just the same with his reading books.  I gave up trying to make him read at home when I listened to him working his way through a Children's Encyclopedia.  His reading is fine, he just can't be bothered with the reading books.  As school haven't complained yet I am letting him get away with it.  For now.  This position may change.

The battle for the homework will begin when bear gets home from The Entertainer sale (75% off this weekend).  I am pushing it now, but when he gets to secondary school he will be on his own, and if he doesn't get it done and gets into trouble then that is his problem.

He isn't even a teenager yet!