I hate playing catch-up

Too many posts! I scan, delete or decide to read later, get to the end. I catch whatever new posts popped up during that time. I go through again: I read, delete or decide to comment later, get to the end. I catch whatever new posts popped up during that time.

See the pattern? Yeah, I'm getting nowhere. Gawd. Well, here's some personal stuff to get out of the way to indicate that I am indeed still alive.

Time to choose 7th grade course selections. Actually, past time, because son did not give me the sheet, and we literally had to figure it out immediately. We spent an hour and a half on that when son got home from school yesterday ('cuz I ramble) so we could tell counselor on the phone the choices the same afternoon. Son was recommended to take a HS-credit world language class and had the choice of French, German, Latin, or Spanish. I wish I had seen this list earlier so I could get more feedback, perhaps from my brilliant visitors, all 5 of you! Oh, well. I recommended Spanish (for practicality) and Latin (for the roots) and he chose Latin. Why did this talk take so long? Because I ramble about how classes about X are not just classes about X. They are about ways of thinking, they cross over and apply to other subjects, they encourage creative problem-solving. Son gets this. He's a rambler-enabler!

Son will also continue on to Algebra I next year. 2 HS credit courses in 7th grade. He teases me because I took Algebra I in 8th grade. Hey, at least I might be able to help out with algebra questions, mister! You're on your own with Latin.

Finally, he should be getting low vision gadgets this week. Different basic magnifiers, a lamp magnifier, and coolest of all, a monocular to magnify distant images.

Daughter should not be left out, here, but what can I say? She's an eclectic strong experimenting creative entertaining outgoing considerate complex human being.

Our trip: good good good. Went neighborhood shopping. Liked what we saw. Call it an overall quality of life change. Now we just need to job. A bit more on that here in comments, but not much.

Also, a reply I made to comments here that I'm pointing to because the people on that post that I'm replying to may never see it if they don't obsessively reload an old page for a week.

Over at the Den (there's always something over at the Den! Seriously, I could spend all my time there and not have any left over for anything else, like replying), one post (er, somewhere) touches on how pornstitution is not sex. Of course, Biting Beaver often drives home that rape is also not sex. I just had to drop an analogy that popped into my head while reading the Post I Can No Longer Find:

Rape is not sex, just as hammering a nail into someone's head is not construction.

One could concievably go on for quite a while coming up with others, of course. It just felt good to let this one out.

I'm still behind. Too many compelling, kickass posts to read/comments to peruse/links to follow. I'd complain more, but it's actually a good thing!