end of year blues

I'm here but not here, if you know what I mean, and when I am here, I am frantically knitting away on a design proposal due in a week. It is coming along nicely, thankyouverymuch, and I am kinda sorta thinking that it may actually have some merit. Maybe.

Besides the knitting, this week's line-up included:

• a high school track banquet, 
• a baseball playoff game (I know it violates the parent code, but I was glad they lost because I didn't see how I could make it to any more games),
• final piano lessons of the year, 
• an audit of the financial records of both 4-H clubs (livestock and tractor restoration), 
• a church dinner, 
• a sheep registry conference call...

And if you are adding those up, yes, it is more than one per night.

Tonight was the piece de resistance: the fourth grade social. Yes, I know, but sometimes you just have to go along with these things. The theme was "Neon." Terzo was oddly fixated on having a mustache to match his yellow neon outfit.

This was the end result, once the party favor hat was added in. Now we know what he would look like if he had been a seedy adult in the 70s. Apparently the look confused not only parents, but also other kids in his grade, as to his identity. Of course, he was thrilled by this.

For your amusement, and because I don't think that any of the kids can be identified in the lighting, a little taste of my night.


He's the one in the middle in the hat.

I am so very, very grateful he wanted me to chaperone tonight. Experience has taught me the hard way how very quickly this time will pass, and then he won't want me in the same zip code, at least for a while. I was on a tiny bit melancholy thinking about how this will be the last time, after a solid twelve-year streak, that I haven't had a kid in that elementary school. Time marches relentlessly ever on, and all I can do is hope that I get asked to chaperone the next dance.