Wednesday the children did not start school as originally planned, nor did they wake up on time to, but they did get to see some teachers, and have sandwiches for lunch.
I had an appointment at 11:30 to get blood drawn for the podiatrist, so I worked from home. I invited the others to walk to the Avenue with me a little after eleven, but they weren't ready to go when I needed to leave, so I went ahead. By the time I was finished, even after the first arm didn't pan out, they were still at Coe, having stopped to talk to the teachers who were striking outside the front doors. They spoke to several past teachers and Eric's teacher for this year. I waited for a while outside the doctor's office, but when Nicole called I proposed getting sandwich fillings from Ken's and eating the bread I had at home. It was meant for the first day of school, but now it's getting on in days and we don't know when that will be.
In the afternoon, first Lloyd and then Rachel joined me in my office. Lloyd stayed through my afternoon meeting even though I had to close the door. Rachel left.
Nicole took the boys to piano lessons. Rachel discovered that although class schedules still have not been released, she could see all her class groups, including teachers and classmates, in her school Outlook account. Lydia looked at hers as well. They both have the classes they were expecting, but none with their best friends. It's not clear whether these assignments are final.
Late in the afternoon, the district told us both that there would be no school again on Thursday and that schedules would be released on Friday. There's no explanation for the latter delay, but it makes me think they won't have school then, either, though they have only said they will tell us by 3 tomorrow, an hour earlier than today.
After dinner, Nicole wanted to rewatch the Storm game four, thinking it would give her closure. For me, at least, it just opened new wounds. The view from other angles brought home that some of the things we hadn't understood the first time really were bad calls, and that Sue Bird was trying to tell the refs that she was getting pushed, but they ignored her again the next time she went down. This could have been a five game series with more even officiating, and I'm disappointed we won't get that, because this was one of the most competitive series I've ever seen, and the players seemed to be getting better as it went along. This reminds me a lot of what we used to write about for There's a Catch, but I have no interest in reviving that anxiety, constantly wishing that sports could be more fair. I don't know if NBA officiating has gotten better in the meantime—I hope so—but I think in the WNBA the players have far outpaced the refs. I'm going to have to let it go and focus on the entertainment. Without worrying about who wins, it's a joy to watch, as long as I don't scrutinize the calls.
A curious lenticular cloud atop Mt. Rainier had people thinking it was erupting today. Perhaps they were projecting their anger at the outcome of the basketball games. We don't have that, but we do have more hot weather on the way, with dry air from the east due to arrive this weekend. Perhaps one more day above ninety is in the cards after all.
The nurse who drew my blood does not think so. She is convinced that such hot weather can't occur three weeks into September. I'm confused, too. She also said I'd be done in two shakes of a lamb's tail, after she moved the needle to my right arm. I said I didn't know how long that was, and she said every child in America should have to spend some time working on a farm. I didn't bother explaining I've had plenty of exposure to agriculture, just no sheep, despite growing up in commercial fishing country. She will probably remain convinced that ADHD can be cured by dairy farming. Maybe she's right.
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