Sheila, who comments often on this blog under the name sherah, is my absolute hero when it comes to clutter control. In her house, there are no piles of papers, no old magazine issues, no things that are unused or unloved. Everything has it’s purple proper place. It’s neat, yet not intimidating – orderly, yet not fussy.
The last time we got together, she told a funny story about how she got rid of her toaster. I looked at her and asked what she did when she wanted toast. She said, “The oven toasts just fine! I can’t have 2 things in the kitchen that do the same thing.” I couldn’t believe it. No toaster!
So, Sheila, I though of you fondly when I found Jeremy this morning, bent over the open oven door, toasting our morning breakfast in the oven.
We started visiting schools for Edda – today we went to the Spotted Zebra Preschool (love the name). This school was opened in 2005 by a parent who wasn’t satisfied with the preschools she saw for her autistic son. It’s an integrated program – 12 kids in each class, 6 special needs and 6 typical kids. They focus on kids with language and social delays. Edda has more physical needs than they typically deal with. They are also full for the fall, so we’ll keep looking.
But we did take some time to enjoy their playground (Jeremy in his work clothes).
Our sweet, next, next door neighbors invited us for dinner tonight. Vince and I made a pound cake for dessert. I’m not sure what is going on with our oven – the recipe said 50 minutes at 350F and I think I had to bake it for twice that length of time. So frustrating when you go in to get a cake and the top is still liquid. Ugh. Also, I let Vince lick the beater.