Constantly Variable
The only work book stuff today was algebra, hence the title. I still can’t see any reason for algebra in normal everyday life, but Olivia is like me, we both just think it’s fun to do. 
It was introducing the concept of constants and variables today. Whoopee! That sounds sarcastic and it’s not meant to be! I like algebra!
I gave up trying to trim images and nonsense like that, so here’s Olivia’s first real scrapbook page, like what the professionals do(like Eleanor!)….
But it’s not the first using this particular photo. The very first was this one….
It’s just a favourite photo of the two of them, so we’ve used it’s image in lots of ways. No doubt there’ll be plenty more popping up every now and then. Sorry. 
The daffodils had dried, so they got bundled up into a nice little bouquet, all set for gift giving duties tomorrow.
The squirty flowers from yesterday do seem to have worked, so the leaves got squirted today as well.
Olivia did her scrapbook page for Hina Matsuri today. Because we’re busy tomorrow. Have I mentioned that we’ll be partying tomorrow?
She used some more bits from Eleanor and did some fancy writing a la Letter Better. She’s very pleased with herself!
We both made some little clay dolls that will hopefully have dried out by the time we want to decorate them in a Japanese style for Hina Matsuri.
That was the fun stuff we did today. Except we didn’t get around to making window patterns using our fantastic kite paper. The scrapbook page used the last of the Pritt stick, and I refuse to buy anymore ’til Monday. We’re partying tomorrow, and I will be ‘delicate’ on Sunday. Not very,very delicate, but definitely too delicate to face town on a Sunday.
The grotty stuff was trudging to Lidl’s in the rain, then trudging home again. In the rain. We went to get cherry tomatoes . We’re making individual tomato tarts for Di’s party. It’s tomorrow. We’re going to use cherry tomatoes and cut the pastry to size, so they’ll be delightfully bite-size, just right for finger food at a party. That we’re going to tomorrow. Can you tell I like parties?! 
PANTS!!! Just realised that we were going to make a cake and I’ve forgotten!!! B****r!
This week I have been forgetting everything. On Tuesday night, I remembered that it would be Wednesday the next day. Then by noon on Wednesday, I’d forgotten it was Wednesday. There have been a few other things, but I’ve forgotten what they were.
Every now and then I wonder what it will be like in the ‘real’ world, as in, when Olivia is older. I was reminded of this again when I read Qalballah this morning. I’m not too worried about a husband for her (Olivia, not Qalballah, she’s already got a husband), ‘cos she quite simply won’t have time, as she’ll be taking care of me when I’ve finally descended into complete senility. Adam? He’s coped with me for the last 18 years, so I’m sure he’s well-qualified to cope with whatever the world hurls at him. Except the world sees him as a 6′2″ man and I still see him as an 8lb 1oz new born. But apart from that, he will be fine! 
So I’m thinking more along the lines of work and going back to a proper job with money and stuff, and paid holidays, and perks, and all sorts of wondrous things like that. I’ve been quite fortunate in the jobs I’ve had, in that the enjoyment I got out of them far outweighed any negatives. Except for the one attempt I had at ‘cleaning’…. In a city centre bar. You can imagine the delights that we were faced with first thing in the morning. Fortunately, I only worked 3 mornings during the week. I was offered Saturday and Sunday mornings. I said no. After Friday and Saturday nights? When all those who are less likely to be able to hold their drink go bonkers with alcohol? And the squaddies are let loose from Lympstone? A very definite no. I lasted about four months and thought how lucky I was to get out. There are some who have a lifetime of cleaning, and moaning about the cleaning they have to do. So yes, apart from the cleaning fiasco, I’ve been very happy in my jobs. Not like some, not like something else I read this morning (such a hectic morning I had )….Don’t treat your employers better than they treat you…. It made me think again about the world of employment. And then I read this little gem somewhere else….
WARNING
There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally, and by hand. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.
If you should come into contact with WORK, take two good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.
You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5 friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.
Yeah, that was todays funny….
And, oh my goodness, it’s a Lush night! Decisions, decisions! Unfortunately, they haven’t yet caught on to Amanda’s idea of the Clooney bath bomb, so I’ll have to make do with something else instead. The hardships I endure! You have no idea!!
