Still no word on Marcy and G Italiano. Today I talked with a lady at Canada’s Department of Foreign Affairs’ Emergency Operations Centre in Ottawa. The only thing I learned is that Marcy’s mom has already contacted them. They don’t know where G and Marcy are. Still no connection on the cell phone, so they likely have not been evacuated to Houston. Or anywhere else where the cell towers are still standing. I’m really pretty worried, especially if the damn TV news is right and New Orleans has become the hell they say it is.
But then, most of you know what I think of TV news, anyway. Real journalists work in the print media. Having worked some death scenes side-by-side with TV people … well … they disgust me.
I’m back to reading Shara today. Slow going, especially since Jacob is sick. Amanda was down first and now Jake. Sore throat, ear infection, upper respiratory infection, high fever. At least it all waited until we got on the insurance plan at Kim’s job. Still, it’s rough to see my little ball of fire lying listlessly on the couch.
Amanda has her first pre-Kindergarten homework assignment. She’s excited about it. Not sure how me reading a book to her is homework for her. (Not that I mind, of course.) What I do mind is that we had to buy snacks for 20 kids with her school supplies. She’s in school 2 1/2 hours a day and has to have a snack? No wonder kids are fat. Less than two weeks after school started the teacher sent home a note saying they were out of snacks and every student needed to bring more goodies for 20 kids. I thought you had to be in a labor union to get a snack break every 75 minutes.

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