Last week Robbi headed back to her old elementary school, and I tagged along. The occasion was Alden’s first parent teacher conference.
As directed, we signed in.
Completely of our own volition, we admired various evidence of our child’s recent weekday activities.
With little regard for modesty or decorum, we reveled in Alden’s having been added to the principal’s “100 Board,” the result of having been “caught being good,” an initiative aimed at rewarding positive behavior (and, seemingly, toward letting kids know that principals aren’t just mean, terrifying creatures).
Our little scholar has been busy at work this week.
She is working on her Halloween costume, which is “owl with pink feathers.” The feathers in question are each individually drawn, cut out, and taped to the costume in question. The work is painstaking and time consuming and Alden seems thoroughly undaunted by any of it. She seems to have harnessed her mother’s constitution, which I see as a very good thing.
Downstairs, Jodi has been channeling Robbi’s designs into gorgeous little works of art.
I cannot tell whether this giraffe is my favorite.
Or whether it’s this ninja kicking a donkey in half.
August has taken to wearing my clothing.
Iggy has taken to wandering off with shoes, making my morning scramble that much more taxing.
I continue to seek temporary solace along the sun-drenched back roads of Chestertown.
Robbi has taken to showing up, rifling through the spice drawer, and leaving again without cleaning up her mess.
On Saturday, we climbed on our multi-person bicycle contraptions and headed out of town. Our favorite little road to bike along is Lover’s Lane, where there are a few miles of woods and we feel truly apart from the world as we know it.
August came along, too. He just couldn’t fit in the photo above.
Just as I couldn’t fit in the photo below.
Once Alden decided to join us, August seemed to intuit that his share of the spotlight had diminished somewhat, a realization which dampened his mood, if slightly.
But only for a moment.
It was a spectacular day. The woods gave way to open fields and wide blue skies.
It was a day for taking photographs.
And a night for taking photographs as well. As Robbi redesigns our entire web presence, we need images for various banners, etc.
The observant among you will one day soon find the scene below excerpted as the header for the brand new Idiots’Books blog.
The task of getting these photos is less free-wheeling than it might seem.
Here is our best attempt at a deliberately haphazard arrangement of various Idiots’Books titles for the purpose of showing variety, energy, and volume. We are not displeased at the array, but the photo itself seems dim and insufficiently inspired.
Then Sunday came, with a trip to the Tire Park at Tuckahoe.
August continues to delight in dominating inanimate objects.
Kato continues to surprise me with occasional flashes of inner disco.
And now a new week is upon us, the end of which will be marked by the Grand Opening of our Haywire Letterpress studio. Which is both an exciting and discouraging thought. Exciting to finally bring the new venture to light. Discouraging considering all we have to do between now and then. But we will get it done. Because we have to.
Thank goodness for necessity, the driving force of all action, so far as I can tell.