Subway Gets Fresh

So Subway has this essay contest which is open to children in pre K-grade 6 … unless they are homeschooled children. "No home schools will be accepted" is the exact language used on their contest page.

The contest winner receives, among other things, $5000 for athletic equipment for his school. Okay, I get it, the $5000 is not intended for a single family to win. But what a short-sighted decision! Wouldn’t it have been simpler to say that the winner could designate the institution of her choice to receive the $5000? Eligible institutions could include not only schools but community centers and playgrounds, recreational sport leagues, and even churches.

I bet they get a huge backlash from the homeschool community. I admit, they’ve already heard from me.

I’m having the kind of week that I just hate. Not that things are going bad, just there are TOO MANY of them! This evening I am feeling like someone wired all my digits and plugged me into a socket and let me fry. (Yes, introvert, HSP, whatever you want to call it …)
 
The move is kicking into high gear. Monday I realized that I couldn’t keep the Diva’s Wednesday ortho appt, so I called and asked if they had an opening that day. They did! So after loading up the van (we’re just taking a carload every time we go there) and zipping to the new house and unloading and measuring the closets and going to Home Depot Expo and setting up an appt for Classy Closets to come to the new house Wednesday, we had lunch and stopped at Savers (my fave 2nd hand store, to use my 30% off whole purchase coupon that was about to expire) to get some tops for me and all the beach towels they had (we now have a pool, yay, and want to be prepared) and two more hats for the kids’ ice skating lessons, we made it to the ortho appt, only 20 minutes late. Fortunately the appt after us was also late, so not a big deal.
 
Tuesday the usual Ladies’ Bible Class at church, and to the park after for an hour to let the kids play with friends from Bible class. I brought back two extra kids to my house while their mom went on a job interview, and while they were playing I took all the seats out of the van and boxed up a whole bookshelf and put the boxes in the van and then a bunch of toys and kids’ books to take over there (see Wednesday** for why) and then loaded a bunch of Christmas boxes as well. The other kids got picked up, DH got home and we loaded up the back of his car also (and of course he rearranged everything I had done in the van LOL), and I took one kid in the front seat and he took 3 with him and we went to the new house and unloaded, then stopped at Panda Express for dinner.
 
Woke up about 4:30 this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I caught up on email that I missed for two days. Showered, put together a bunch of food and plates, etc, to take to the new house, and rousted everyone out of bed to be ready to head over at a moment’s notice since the new carpets were being put in today! The guy called at 7:30 so we hopped in the car and headed out. Not much to do except let the carpeters in and watch the kids swim which they did with great, if slightly purple, enthusiasm. (Yes, the pool is still quite cold, at least partly due to two lovely palms that shade it starting about 1:00 which is GREAT because it means less sunscreen!) Oh, and the Classy Closets guy came and remeasured the closets (WHY did I spend time doing that on Monday?) and try to avoid the smell of the glue or something the carpeters were working with. YUCK. Read several books to the little kids (**see, that’s why I brought over so many toys and books) and two chapters of The Thief (Megan Whalen Turner, READ IT and love it for yourselves, then give it to your kids), then friend P who lives near the new house came over after lunch to see the house and swim and just hang out. The carpet they removed is quite new, so P and I were discussing what a waste that was, and decided to give it to her SIL whose husband is a bum (according to P, I don’t know the man!) and hasn’t had a job in years and SIL has to deal with nasssty carpets. So P’s DH came over with his trailer and we loaded it up with rolled carpet and padding – the carpeters had already loaded it onto their trailer, couldn’t very well ask them to do double work and unload it. But we did make the kids help, LOL. Oh, met two neighbors across the street while we were out there, and me with no makeup and my hair in a messy pony, and carpet fluff all over my shirt. 8-/  The carpeters finished up about 4:00. I hung up wet towels and swept up Cheerios and headed home. The kids got to pop mini pizzas in the oven, and I had a bowl of soup and crashed in front of the computer.
 
Tomorrow we have a play to attend in the morning, then getting my nails done at 12:30 which I normally do on Wednesdays during music lessons but we cancelled music lessons today for obvious reasons. Then I drop the big kids off for their art class and head back home to meet my handyman who has been doing several fixup things around the old house. Including trying to fix our front door handle which has been wonky. He couldn’t figure out how to get the replacement part he needed because he couldn’t figure out what kind of lock it was, until Tuesday when he called me to tell me that the lock is made in ENGLAND for pete’s sake. So I think replacing the whole handle even though it is a giant all-in-one handle/lock that will cost well over $100, maybe $200, will be cheaper than getting the replacement part. [grrr] Then back to pick up the kids from class. And pack some more.
 
Aannnddd … Friday. We have ice skating lessons in the morning, then straight to the park for park day. Which I enjoy but always exhausts me; as soon as we get in the car I just deflate and can barely drive home.
 
So, busy, busy week; no time for cooking, email, or packing. Being *out* all day is just tiring to me; don’t know if it is the driving or the heat (it is getting hot here) or dealing with people … just tiring. I want to get this move OVER WITH already. Now that the carpets are in, the only other thing that really needs to be done before the "real move" is getting a pool fence up. Besides just being safe, it is actually illegal in this city to have a pool without a fence between the back door and the pool if there are children under 7 in the house (there is of course a fence all around the whole yard, but there has to be a safety fence to keep out kids who live in the house).
 
Next week is almost as scheduled already, and very little I could easily cancel. If you made it this far, I can use prayers for energy to PACK! :-\ (DH is taking off Friday to pack, while we are all out of the house and he can just put his head down and work uninterrupted.)

So it seems that The Pistol, 6, seems to be one of those people who just happens to be susceptible to boils. He had one in an unmentionable location several years ago while still in diapers. Then a couple of months ago, a very large one rose up above his left knee. Volcano-like, the surrounding skin was swollen, angry red, and painful, rising high to meet the core. It was a painful progression and when it burst, a gaping hole nearly as big around as a pencil where the core had been … seemingly as deep as the Grand Canyon. Now weeks later, after the scab has healed, there is still serious discoloration for about an inch all the way around, where the skin was infected, which is only slowly fading.

So imagine my distress when, while this disaster was still healing, I looked closer one day at his eye and asked him if he had banged into something, because there was swelling and redness radiating out from a point in the middle of his eyebrow. He had not hit it, but when I convinced him to let me touch it, it was immediately obvious that it was something much bigger than a pimple forming under the skin. I do know that boils (or anything) around the eye can be very serious; I read about orbital cellulitis which was rather frightening.

It was too late for anything but the emergency room at this point, and that seemed a bit drastic for a beginning boil. However, near the end of the first boil ordeal, I had discovered two homeopathic remedies for boils, which were no use for that one since it was so near to bursting already. So I decided to start with the homeopathics, alternating belladonna with arsenicum, every one every 30 minutes. And the next morning, peering closely at his eyebrow, there seemed to be less redness and swelling on the lid. I kept giving the belladonna and arsenicum, and kept it smeared with Black ointment, which I also discovered too late for any good with the previous boil. The swelling kept going down. I watched it very closely and at any sign of it getting bigger or worse even slightly, we would have headed to the doctor.

However, and blessedly, it reduced and reduced until it was barely pimple-sized. Then I turned my mind to wondering why he would get two boils so quick together and I think I came up with a somewhat plausible explanation. Until recently, he would crawl into the shower with me or his dad several times a week, but sometime back he began disdaining that. Too much clean, I suppose. The lack of showers, plus lots of outdoor play in what has turned out to be the worst allergy season ever on record, which I think may have lowered his immune system, it most likely the culprit.

So baths or showers every other day at a minimum, and so far, thank the good Lord, no further boils have reared their ugly heads.

So, it’s now April and my famous afghan is only about 5 inches long. But I HAVE been working on it! Mind you, this project is on needles that I can barely get my hands around, and with three different yarns. So while it does get bulky fast, it is REALLY hard to tell exactly what I am doing, or not doing, or pick up dropped stitches, or see the pattern. I started with a really odd pattern on which I kept losing my place, and no way to count the stitches or fix problems, so I ripped it out several times. Then I came up with my own pattern, much simpler to do and keep track of. KK-PP-KK-PP all the way across, then on the return journey PP-KK-PP-KK, so it will basically be a long rib-knit afghan. I still had to frog it twice before getting it started to my satisfaction, but now it IS started, and it IS growing, and I AM proud of it, thankyouverymuch.

We figure the total the burglar made off with is somewhere around $1500-$1700 worth of goods. As we have a $1000 deductible on our homeowner’s insurance, we figured we we just take the loss. Then Lenny called.

Lenny is our wonderful handyman, who, when I called him at 5:45 on a Thursday evening, when he was surely headed home in heavy traffic from a long day of physical labor, and told him what had happened with our back door, didn’t even hesitate or wait for me to ask, but said, "I’ll be right over." He secured the door to the door jamb with five enormous screws, which no crowbar could dislodge. The next day, he sent over a door specialist to have a look at our door.

It’s not a typical back door. For one thing, it has an enormous, not-quite floor to doortop single sheet of glass (double-paned and hard to break, thank goodness). For another, the doorjamb is double-wide, and the door shares the frame with a twin that looks like another door, but is in fact just a window, as it does not open.

Unfortunately, it ALL has to be replaced, door jamb, door, and decorative door-like window.

Unfortunately, it won’t be cheap.

Unfortunately, the cost of replacing the door is almost two and a half times as much as the cost of the goods we lost!

Now that we are looking at nearly $4000 to fix the door (demo, new parts, paint, cart off debris), we are calling Chubb. Fortunately they have (so far) lived up to their excellent reputation and not giving us any hassle about the claim. So far. We’ll see once everything has been submitted.

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