Culinary school and a little visit

I signed up for culinary school this morning. I am so excited! I have dreamed about this for years, and I can’t believe it’s actually happening.

At first I was worried about childcare, but then we realized that if I took two night classes a week, I wouldn’t have to worry about that at all. I can just drop the girls off at Abe’s office at 5:30pm, and his office just happens to be exactly on the way to school. So, um, no drawbacks. I am going!!!!!!

My new school!

My new school!

Classes start November 7, and orientation is November 6.

As I was leaving, I sneaked a shot of the entrance. I was just so excited.

As I was leaving, I sneaked a shot of the entrance. I was just so excited.

Abe is out of town tonight, so he took the morning to accompany me to the office to sign up for classes. I am allergic to numbers and anything related to finance, so his presence was greatly appreciated. Sorry, we fall into traditional gender stereotypes in that area (as in so many others), but I fervently hope my girls will overlook my bad example and take after their grandmas, among whom are notable math whizzes. For–one shining–example, Abe’s mom owns a tax practice and is amazing with numbers.

After our long morning, we came home and had a typical afternoon filled with meals, snacks, naps, reading, and playing pretend. Well, it was mostly Lydia running around playing pretend, but I did finally join her for a little bit before informing the girls they had to get ready to go visiting teaching with me. I then loaded them in the jogger and walked to my favorite (I can say that, right?! None of my teachees reads my blog!!) visiting teachee.

Marilyn lives about two blocks away, so it was a short walk there. But I was struck by the beauty of the evening, nonetheless. Also, I was slightly appalled/judgmental when two sweet faced women ran by me exchanging exasperated tales of some sort or another. I wanted to shake them and say, "Do you see where you are?!?! Look over at those flowers and then tell me how bad your life is!!" ...And then I realize that's how God must feel about me, all the time.

Marilyn lives about two blocks away, so it was a short walk there. But I was struck by the beauty of the evening, nonetheless. Also, I was slightly appalled/judgmental when two sweet-faced women ran by me exchanging exasperated tales of some sort or another. I wanted to shake them and say, “Do you see where you are?!?! Look over at that expanse of grass and that flower bed over there and then tell each other how bad your lives are!!” …And then I realized: That’s how God must feel about me, all the time.

Marilyn's parents built her house, back in the 40's, and I think it is one of the cutest houses in the neighborhood. Also, I love her winding walkway.

Marilyn’s parents built her house back in the 40’s and I think it is one of the cutest houses in the neighborhood. Also, I love her winding walkway.

Marilyn gave the girls Halloween bags of goldfish for the walk home, and they finished their snacks in the dark before I finally cajoled Lydia into coming inside.

Lydia was enjoying eating her goldfish, which she spread carefully out on our very dusty table.

Lydia was enjoying eating her goldfish, which she spread carefully out on our very dusty table.

In the meantime, Mary busied herself trying to climb in and out of the stroller.

In the meantime, Mary busied herself trying to climb in and out of the stroller.

She succeeded multiple times and appeared endlessly amused by it all. Abe made me PROMISE to include in this post the following: Mary is going through a stage where she giggles at...everything. Her giggle is so cute--kind of a low trill that ends in a half-gasp because she's run out of air. When she's crawling or attempting to toddle around, she constantly smiles and makes this sweet little sound.

She succeeded multiple times and appeared endlessly amused by it all. Abe made me PROMISE to include in this post the following: Mary is going through a stage where she giggles at…everything. Her giggle is so cute–kind of a low trill that ends in a half-gasp because she’s run out of air. When she’s crawling or attempting to toddle around, she constantly smiles and makes this sweet little sound.

After that it was baths, reading, and bedtime. Then I came downstairs and ate too much (as usual), scrubbed down the kitchen, took out the trash, picked up some, and now am blogging. Right now there’s a pile of clean laundry as tall as I am next to the bed waiting to be folded…on the other hand, there is, right next to that, a book by my favorite essayist, Adam Gopnik, also waiting to be read. I wonder which one will win out?

Did you even see how dusty that table was?? Probably the book.

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