Called Christine this morning. It's been a while since I had talked to her, and I recalled that her baby's due date was Aug. 1. Lo and behold, she's currently in the hospital. But no baby yet. It's not so overdue as all that, since they'd changed her due date to Aug. 6, but they did a test yesterday that showed that all the amniotic fluid is gone (?) so she was admitted for induction. She's not getting dilation, however, so if the current drug doesn't induce dilation she'll have to have a cesarean. Either way, there should be a baby within 72 hours.
Baby baby baby nom nom nom!
Jennie is also in the hospital today; she's just had an abdominal surgery intended to prevent gastric reflux that could eventually have caused rejection of her new lungs. All is well so far, she's out of surgery and in recovery.
One of the things I was concerned about when we left for Huntsville last week was that the peaches on my tree were thisclose to being ready for picking. I was delighted, on our return, to find that they had ripened to almost perfect, and the tree was still loaded down with peaches.
The tree has been in my yard for six or seven years. Each year, it's been covered with blossoms, has set a plethora of fruit, but something has happened between spring and harvest. There were the birds and squirrels. There was the big windstorm that blew them all down. There was the freeze right after blooming. But this year, they made it all the way to the end.
We started by picking up the windfalls and freezing the good parts of those. We picked a few more and made up baskets for the nearest neighbors, along with a few cucumbers and tomatoes from the garden (we have cucumbers coming out our ears but for some reason the squash plants all died almost immediately). It felt so good to give away our very own produce.
But this morning, between when Tammie left for the hospital to sit with transplantmom
and when I left for work, Someone or Someones Unknown picked all the peaches left on the tree. GRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Reminds me of the time we came home to find that Someone had chopped the top off of our baby oak tree. It was all of eighteen inches tall, and Someone lopped it down to six. In the long run that may have been good for the tree, as it now has little branches where it used to just be vertical, but hello? Is not your job to prune my trees.
Rosa's first day of third grade today. Such a big girl she is now! But still excited to go back and see all her friends.
They have an incredibly long list of school supplies, and very specific: must have 2 purple, 2 blue, 2 red, 2 green and 2 yellow notebooks. D'you know, there was not a single solid-colored notebook to be found at Wal-Mart Saturday? I ended up clearing out the stock at Schnucks.
And then there's the room supplies: Clorox wipes. Paper towels. Kleenex. Apparently the school district can't afford to supply these, so the parents have to. But even Parkway Schools had such items on the list. I swear I didn't have to bring such things when I was a kid (cue rant about walking to school uphill both ways in the snow).
The ex called the other day to tell me he wanted to enroll Rosa in PSR classes on Monday nights this year. I had two problems with that: 1) Monday is my custody time, and 2) girl scout meetings are on Monday nights. I'm really not willing to take Rosa out of girl scouts. He suggested putting her back in the troop she was in during first grade, but I was vastly happier with the one she is in now. Much better organized, actually accomplishes things, and all her friends from school are in it. So he did some investigation, and has two other possibilities for her. He found a Sunday morning PSR class which she might be able to do (depends on the parish and total enrollment, etc) or he can homeschool.