It took me an hour to get home from work last night. The first mean ice of the season put all the newbies into unfamiliar territory as their bad bossy driving-too-fast 4WDs slid sideways like everybody else when something unexpected happens in front of them. All the major east-west arteries were blockaded. Ugh. I hate having to signal my way across three lanes of cranky traffic at 1 mph to complete a full blown detour. I'd almost rather pull off onto the sidewalk and car-camp for the night. Also, I STILL want a periscope on my car so I can see what's going on 4 blocks ahead.
Gloria and Michaela were at the house when I got home, and Michaela was advising Giselle on anger management. I like the good influences, and this is an area of concern. Meanwhile, Harrison was halfway finished with a rather convincing drawing of hairy legs. After dinner, I read chapter 2 of Dune to the kids, wherein we are introduced to Baron Harkonin. Due to the fact that he is an exceedingly repulsive character, I had to edit a couple lines. It's complex reading, but among other things, I want the kids to appreciate what I mean when I walk in their rooms and gasp that it smells like a Fremen sietch. I must take care though that Giselle does not attempt the Gom Jabbar on Harrison. The boy is fairly susceptible to nerve induction...
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