The weekend...
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elfsFriday, I sorta skipped work to try and take Kouryou-chan to Wild Waves, the local water park, on the theory that we deserved a day together. It turned out that the park was closed on Friday, I have no idea why still, and so we ended up at a municipal city water park-- nothing quite like the full-scale amusement park experience, but it had two rather large slides, a swimming pool, a wading area, even a wave pool and a circulating river, all with enough chlorine such that even minor contact caused chemical burns with the eyeballs.
My ankle was well-behaved. Kouryou-chan enjoyed the event much more than I did: the weather was beautiful, my sunscreen inadequate, and after about an hour I was done. Kouryou-chan wasn't. The crowd was entirely elementary aged and their parents. I wish I'd brought a book.
Afterward, I got home and worked for three hours, finishing up a series of tasks and pushing out the next installment of the Indieflix website. The original specs had called for a one-off vote on each movie; now the spec called for multiple polls for each film, so I had to extend the one-to-one relationship to a one-to-many, add sorting and primacy, and add a flag to the polls so we could select which vote the user could choose to push to Facebook, if he or she so chose.
We had an, er, incident. Yamaraashi-chan was at summer camp-- she'd chosen to go to camp, it was the last day, and it turned out to be a fortuitous decision since the water park was closed. I'd given her permission to take the Metro home, and as luck would have it she was scheduled to arrive home in the same ten-minute window I was going to be out, dropping Kouryou-chan off at dance class.
When I got home, I learned she'd snuck a boy into the house.
He seemed like a nice boy. They weren't trying to hide from me or anything, but she'd made no effort to somehow avoid springing this rather nasty surprise on me. She had wanted to go out to the movies with a friend, but now she's grounded until school starts, and I made it clear that surprises of that sort were just not acceptable. She tried to make excuses-- her phone died, she couldn't contact me. I made it clear that her responsibility then was to stick to the original plan: she was to come home, and the boy was to be sent on his way.
Sigh. Parenting is hard work.
Saturday I put more hours into Indieflix, finishing up the polling and rolling it out. I'd had the most frustrating day because one little component of Django, a prerequisite to the memcached layer, had become unavailable. I made an archive; I ain't letting that happen again.
I also wrote 3800 words, and hacked out another component of software for a personal project. That's a fairly good haul for me, and I don't see why it can't continue.
Unfortunately, I was mostly forced to stay home, as Kouryou-chan has developed a raging head-cold. Not raging enough to actually slow her down, mind you; just raging enough for her to go through box after box of tissue paper. We played endless games of Set, Speed, and various other card games, as well as an extended round of Lego Star Wars.
Sunday, I made cookies. Really good ones with chunks of chocolate hammered off a block with a rubber mallet. I worked hard to get my very sensitive oven to just the right temperature, and used an aluminum pizza pan covered with parchment as my baking surface. That made a big difference: the base didn't melt quite so fast, and the spread was significantly reduced.
These cookies were awesome.
I also made a delicious risotto for dinner, with a lot of saffron, vegetables from the garden, and parmesean cheese. No pancetta or prosciutto this time, just a good vegetarian dish.
Omaha finally joined us, after three busy days at PAX, and dug into the risotto as well.
Today, we all woke late, ran out to the King County Labor Association Labor Day Picnic to politic, ran into some people who worked in an office for which I'd set up a Wordpress site, replacing their old HTML site, and they were oh-so-grateful that I'd (a) given them a decent CMS, and (b) given them the lecture on how to use it responsibly, targeting their audiences on a priority basis.
We hit an office supply store for the last of the back-to-school supplies, then headed home.
Didn't cook as much as usual. Waffles, breakfast burritos (those were good), risotto, burgers & steak fries, cookies, tuna casserole.
I feel like I wasn't busy enough, although I seem to have gotten a lot done.
My ankle was well-behaved. Kouryou-chan enjoyed the event much more than I did: the weather was beautiful, my sunscreen inadequate, and after about an hour I was done. Kouryou-chan wasn't. The crowd was entirely elementary aged and their parents. I wish I'd brought a book.
Afterward, I got home and worked for three hours, finishing up a series of tasks and pushing out the next installment of the Indieflix website. The original specs had called for a one-off vote on each movie; now the spec called for multiple polls for each film, so I had to extend the one-to-one relationship to a one-to-many, add sorting and primacy, and add a flag to the polls so we could select which vote the user could choose to push to Facebook, if he or she so chose.
We had an, er, incident. Yamaraashi-chan was at summer camp-- she'd chosen to go to camp, it was the last day, and it turned out to be a fortuitous decision since the water park was closed. I'd given her permission to take the Metro home, and as luck would have it she was scheduled to arrive home in the same ten-minute window I was going to be out, dropping Kouryou-chan off at dance class.
When I got home, I learned she'd snuck a boy into the house.
He seemed like a nice boy. They weren't trying to hide from me or anything, but she'd made no effort to somehow avoid springing this rather nasty surprise on me. She had wanted to go out to the movies with a friend, but now she's grounded until school starts, and I made it clear that surprises of that sort were just not acceptable. She tried to make excuses-- her phone died, she couldn't contact me. I made it clear that her responsibility then was to stick to the original plan: she was to come home, and the boy was to be sent on his way.
Sigh. Parenting is hard work.
Saturday I put more hours into Indieflix, finishing up the polling and rolling it out. I'd had the most frustrating day because one little component of Django, a prerequisite to the memcached layer, had become unavailable. I made an archive; I ain't letting that happen again.
I also wrote 3800 words, and hacked out another component of software for a personal project. That's a fairly good haul for me, and I don't see why it can't continue.
Unfortunately, I was mostly forced to stay home, as Kouryou-chan has developed a raging head-cold. Not raging enough to actually slow her down, mind you; just raging enough for her to go through box after box of tissue paper. We played endless games of Set, Speed, and various other card games, as well as an extended round of Lego Star Wars.
Sunday, I made cookies. Really good ones with chunks of chocolate hammered off a block with a rubber mallet. I worked hard to get my very sensitive oven to just the right temperature, and used an aluminum pizza pan covered with parchment as my baking surface. That made a big difference: the base didn't melt quite so fast, and the spread was significantly reduced.
These cookies were awesome.
I also made a delicious risotto for dinner, with a lot of saffron, vegetables from the garden, and parmesean cheese. No pancetta or prosciutto this time, just a good vegetarian dish.
Omaha finally joined us, after three busy days at PAX, and dug into the risotto as well.
Today, we all woke late, ran out to the King County Labor Association Labor Day Picnic to politic, ran into some people who worked in an office for which I'd set up a Wordpress site, replacing their old HTML site, and they were oh-so-grateful that I'd (a) given them a decent CMS, and (b) given them the lecture on how to use it responsibly, targeting their audiences on a priority basis.
We hit an office supply store for the last of the back-to-school supplies, then headed home.
Didn't cook as much as usual. Waffles, breakfast burritos (those were good), risotto, burgers & steak fries, cookies, tuna casserole.
I feel like I wasn't busy enough, although I seem to have gotten a lot done.
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Date: 2010-09-07 08:30 pm (UTC)She didn't talk to our housemate, who was in the house at the time (in fact, made sure to avoid her).
She claimed that she ran out of battery on her phone so couldn't confirm whether she was allowed to...not telling us that he had a phone too until we had teased the info out from the beginning.
She claimed she didn't want him to sit by himself at the grocery store waiting for his ride. But, as I pointed out to Elf, she had already told us that he was taking the bus anyway. In fact, she was supposed to take an earlier bus, but waited for this one. Then had his ride pick him up from the grocery store near our house rather than head to his house. Oh, and she chose to ask about this after they got off of the bus, not before they got on.
If that isn't planning, I don't know what is. It was typical teenager stuff, and I did it when I was her age. And I got punished too.
Chances are that they didn't plan it all out ahead of time, but they kept on doing stuff that they knew wasn't quite what they were supposed to be doing, and justifying it. I'm perfectly willing to believe that Yamaarashi-chan thought to herself it would be okay to take the later bus with him (without asking permission), then while on the bus they thought it would be great to hang out for a while, so he called his parent to make sure they'd be able to pick him up nearby. Then she realized after getting off the bus, "Oh, yeah, I have to ask too". Then her battery died before she got a response. Then she thought how rude it would be leave him sitting at the store and she'd just go into the house to recharge the phone and it would be okay...and then dad walked back into the house. Oops.
It's really a matter now of working to get that responsibility into her. She knows what she did was wrong. She just felt that all of her justifications made it okay. We let her know that, no, they weren't.
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