So I spoke a little too soon about how the metaphor doesn't have to hold between A) rollercoasters getting crazier right at the end and B) our own experience with Bruce getting his credential. Among other moments, the particular one I'm thinking of now is that Bruce was planning to take Paul backpacking this weekend, and then got a call (I think on Monday) from a new university supervisor saying, "I'll be your supervisor for this quarter. You need to show up at X school on Friday morning to help your cooperating teacher set up his or her classroom. Then on Friday late afternoon we'll have the first of five weekly seminars for all the student teachers that I supervise." Bruce explained that his Spring Quarter cooperating teacher and principal had invited him to contine working with them for summer school in a different grade level, and his Spring Quarter supervisor had approved that. So then there were phone calls to the cooperating teacher, and calls to the previous supervisor, and waiting for phone calls to be returned, and finally the understanding that in fact Plan B was very much the new reality.
In lieu of backpacking, I took Paul and Ruth to the library branch across town this afternoon where I thought they were having a summer reading program event. But that weekly event won't begin until next Friday. So we turned in three books and then stalled so that Bruce had more time to work on school stuff at home and finally checked out six items, including
Peter Pan.
We tried to shop for a present for a friend whose birthday party is tomorrow, but I was a little frazzled, and the kids were a little rambunctious, and that was a bad combination. After warning them that if they didn't mind, we'd have to go home without buying anything, we sure enough had to go home without buying anything. I may see if Bruce can watch them for an hour tomorrow morning while Saturday morning tv keeps them occupied, and try a solo trip.
This afternoon, after having them spend a little time in their rooms for me to calm down and try to get a grip, I had them help me make peanut butter cookies. We made them and then each had one fresh from the oven, and planned to have some for dessert. Then we put in
Peter Pan and watched while eating quesadillas and carrot sticks. It was a little intense for Ruth, and even for Paul - he got all nervous and started laughing loudly, but I could tell that it was because he was uncomfortable about Wendy being shot at, and the crocodile and the bomb and things like that. I tried to make a point of talking about how jealousy made people make bad choices (and that Indians don't really talk like that or look like that!). As a side note, I had forgotten how obvious it is that Wendy really is ready to grow up. So we were all cozy on the couch when Bruce got home from his meeting, and then we got Ruth into bed and I read more
Silver Chair to Paul, and now Bruce is taking a nap in the big black chair and I am blathering on.
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