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(Late) Weekend Update
Mar. 11th, 2008 01:20 pmAfter Friday's little victory, we had a weekend where I didn't have to shovel.
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tamidon has been very busy at work, including events, including one last Saturday. I took the kids to shadesong's Shakespeare reading of "Much Ado About Nothing"; her daughter read Hero, so my daughters read her hand-maidens Margaret and Ursula. My younger also got roped into reading a member of Dogberry's Watch. (Me, I read Leonatto, and because the original Borachio had to beg off due to illness, I read Borachio as well. This led to some chuckles around the room in the scene where Leonatto chews out a very contrite Borachio.)
I do wish my girls had the attention span to listen to all the other parts when they weren't "on stage", but hey, I know a lot of actors who've done Shakespeare who couldn't pay attention when they weren't on either.
After the reading, we went home and my girls finished up their presentations for this week's Science Fair. I wish they'd been a bit more involved in their own experiments; I hate having to ride herd on something they were supposed to have picked out for themselves because they were supposed to be interested in the result.
I also burned a Very Large Amount of cardboard in the woodstove in preparation for my parents visiting on Sunday. Amazing how the tinder can pile up when you only use it to start fires.
Anyway, Sunday was devoted to more clean-up, some leisurely reading, and a brief visit from my parents (who were passing by on their way back home from seeing my brother in a community Gilbert & Sullivan production). My mother, in particular, is finally recovering from her knee surgery and the fairly nasty medications they had her on post-surgery. She showed off her scar. Then my parents gifted us with a freaking crate of oranges. <lj user="tamidon" gave an offhand guess of fifty pounds, but I think that estimate is on the high side. I believe it's around half that. Still, as her marmalade recipe only calls for three pounds of oranges, I'm bringing a bunch into work, and trying to give them away. My elder is also bringing oranges with her for lunch. Now, to peel my own lunch.
tamidon has been very busy at work, including events, including one last Saturday. I took the kids to shadesong's Shakespeare reading of "Much Ado About Nothing"; her daughter read Hero, so my daughters read her hand-maidens Margaret and Ursula. My younger also got roped into reading a member of Dogberry's Watch. (Me, I read Leonatto, and because the original Borachio had to beg off due to illness, I read Borachio as well. This led to some chuckles around the room in the scene where Leonatto chews out a very contrite Borachio.)I do wish my girls had the attention span to listen to all the other parts when they weren't "on stage", but hey, I know a lot of actors who've done Shakespeare who couldn't pay attention when they weren't on either.
Romeo and Juliet? What's it about?
Well, see, there's this nurse...
-- snippet of dialog from Tom Stoppard's "Shakespeare in Love"
After the reading, we went home and my girls finished up their presentations for this week's Science Fair. I wish they'd been a bit more involved in their own experiments; I hate having to ride herd on something they were supposed to have picked out for themselves because they were supposed to be interested in the result.
I also burned a Very Large Amount of cardboard in the woodstove in preparation for my parents visiting on Sunday. Amazing how the tinder can pile up when you only use it to start fires.
Anyway, Sunday was devoted to more clean-up, some leisurely reading, and a brief visit from my parents (who were passing by on their way back home from seeing my brother in a community Gilbert & Sullivan production). My mother, in particular, is finally recovering from her knee surgery and the fairly nasty medications they had her on post-surgery. She showed off her scar. Then my parents gifted us with a freaking crate of oranges. <lj user="tamidon" gave an offhand guess of fifty pounds, but I think that estimate is on the high side. I believe it's around half that. Still, as her marmalade recipe only calls for three pounds of oranges, I'm bringing a bunch into work, and trying to give them away. My elder is also bringing oranges with her for lunch. Now, to peel my own lunch.
