School let’s out early on Wednesdays. What this means for us is that all classes (which on other days have different start and end times) are released at once. Parking, as you can imagine, is limited.   Extremely limited. So limited in fact, that more than a few parents bring the younger siblings and have a picnic on the playground while they wait, just so they can get their early enough to get a good spot. It’s become a test of one-upsmanship that has parents volunteering to work at the school on Wednesdays just so they will already be parked and ready when the bell rings at noon.  As anal-retentive as this might seem, it has the added benefit of socializing the parents, afterall, stick a couple people in a waiting room for long enogh and they will start to socialise. Add a few kids and snacks and you’ve got yourself a playdate.

It’s kindof cute, isn’t it?  How, whenever you buy a new, out of the box computer, it comes with a model and one of those teeny weeny phone cords?  The Phone line into my house has been defuct since we moved in, noone will take credit for/fix it, so we just went mobile and wireless, heart and soul.  But every so often I end up in one of those bastions of purity that still believes landlines are the only way to go, and that the old-school ring of a telephone is the only way to keep in touch.  So I save these itty bitty little snips of cable (I think I’m up to, like 20 of them) just in case I travel, just in case I end up someplace where wireless is still a term for AM band radio and blogging is what lumberjacks do when the whisky runs dry.