Today [Saturday, November 15] was Sarah's school's annual Christmas Attic Fundraiser -- a major chunk of the school's fundraising effort; I think they made 20 grand or so at it last year. We attended but could only spare an hour or so. After making the rounds, Sarah decided to do the "cakewalk" in which you win a cake if you land on the winning number -- and on her second or third try, won a cake. A nice looking chocolate frosted cake with nuts. I agreed to take it home while she and Tam did other things (we live two blocks away).
Then I came back to the school. Sarah caught up with me in the hallway to announce she'd just won another cake! This one was a big thing shaped like a Christmas tree.
Up to this point Sarah had oft
en complained "I never win anything!" and I noted that this would no longer be a valid complaint.
We decided that since her good friend across the street, Catherine, is suffering from a sort of quarantine because her older sister has mononucleosis, it would be nice to give one of the two cakes to her family. She agreed. She kept the Christmas tree cake, shown in the photo with her and Tam (kosher since Sarah's face does not appear, as it doesn't on blog pics).
She can no longer complain that she never has won anything.
That's most of the day; we had some quarreling and didn't do much else. But during the Christmas attic she did buy a little notebook/diary thing, which she personalized, from a nice nun selling stuff. In the Catholic schools today nuns are a rarity, and to Sarah they're a fascination, whereas those of us like me who were educated by nuns are bemused by how, to Sarah's generation, they are quaint, sweet ladies, instead of the abject holy terrors armed with rulers, as God obviously intended. Oh well.
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Then I came back to the school. Sarah caught up with me in the hallway to announce she'd just won another cake! This one was a big thing shaped like a Christmas tree.
Up to this point Sarah had oft
en complained "I never win anything!" and I noted that this would no longer be a valid complaint.We decided that since her good friend across the street, Catherine, is suffering from a sort of quarantine because her older sister has mononucleosis, it would be nice to give one of the two cakes to her family. She agreed. She kept the Christmas tree cake, shown in the photo with her and Tam (kosher since Sarah's face does not appear, as it doesn't on blog pics).
She can no longer complain that she never has won anything.
That's most of the day; we had some quarreling and didn't do much else. But during the Christmas attic she did buy a little notebook/diary thing, which she personalized, from a nice nun selling stuff. In the Catholic schools today nuns are a rarity, and to Sarah they're a fascination, whereas those of us like me who were educated by nuns are bemused by how, to Sarah's generation, they are quaint, sweet ladies, instead of the abject holy terrors armed with rulers, as God obviously intended. Oh well.
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