Yesterday I went to the eye doctor. I suspected that I was due for bifocals and indeed I am... and I am not. They are so breathtakingly expensive that I opted for reading glasses instead. A team of opti-pros sprang into action when I suggested this solution. The inconvenience will be maddening! I will lose my glasses! Carpal tunnel! TMJ! Think of the children! I prevailed, however, and if I do find reading glasses annoying I promise to tell you, LJ people. Rest assured I will never admit it to those guys. I think I will be happy to read fine print once again.
This morning I dragged V out to the tutees' home, where she kept herself occupied for FOUR HOURS while I paid attention to my charges. Then we rushed off to Spanish, where she remembered an -ar verb or two and started papier-mâchéing an enormous polar bear piñata. Back at home, she did some online school stuff by herself while I sifted through my email and tried to get ready for a finance committee meeting. Then on to the meeting, which was fine. And so was V, who sat at her own table in the coffee shop being close to perfect. If it looks like I am bragging then you're reading it just about right. It was late when we got home, but we watched another episode of Oliver Twist anyway before she went to bed.
Tomorrow the art kids come to our house. We finally attracted a couple of new kids and it really is more fun with more kids. Later tomorrow I have a meeting about the community garden and after that a holiday concert. Early the next morning we are picking up another girl and joining a camping trip already in progress. We have to leave that early enough on Friday to be able to tutor again at 1pm. Saturday is full of stuff, too. It does seem as if December is always a little too full of stuff.