Our old friend Theo has not commented here in a long time. Or even very much at the evil blogger lady's joint.
Now he did say he was giving up commenting for Lent. But Lent is long gone. I guess he is just real busy.
Or perhaps he is just staying at home fingering his flute.
But we miss him.
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Yeah, I miss him both here and at Althouse.
Some of the current Althouse threads are reminding me of LGF or the Huffington Post. And that ain't good
Networking with half of Cambridge to get your kid into Hahvard doesn't leave much time for frivolous pastimes.
That's meant with affection, Theo. (He probably won't believe me.)
Or perhaps he is just staying at home fingering his flute.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Bissage knows where he is.
But we miss him.
Yes
Thanks, guys.
I WAS in Cambridge tonight at a very tough meeting of the parents' committee at my son's school. Seriously, totally exhausting. I'm upping my involvement next year, which means I'm basically going to have even less of a life than I do now.
Lots of things to worry about at work (nothing new), and even more to worry about with my ambitious, over-achieving kids don't leave much time or energy to blog. Hope I can do more in the future, but here it is 11 PM (when I wrote this), and I've been going since 6:30 AM with hardly a break.
My kids do the same, too. It's exhausting just to be around them. We were worried when they were young that they were over-scheduled like a lot of kids these days. Well, now they're teenagers, that pace has become normal life: More school classes than I ever remember, music lessons, sports, and piles of homework and practicing may make for well-rounded, accomplished kids, but it's killing the parents.
Did I mention Wednesday night choir rehearsal in Cambridge, or the travel soccer, or the track & field coaching on Saturday mornings? And I shouldn't forget the violin lessons in Stoneham or the guitar lessons in Lexington. Ah, and then there's swimming and fitness classes at the "Y" in Waltham, and they're starting summer odd jobs, but don't drive yet, so have to be driven to many of those....Plus, I should mention Karate 3 times a week, in town, but not walking distance, so mom or dad has to drive. The boys both have junior black belts, and my oldest is now an adult brown belt. Not a cheap way to learn self-defense.
My wife tells me that's the SHORT list.
And then my youngest announced tonight that he ABSOLUTELY HAS TO HAVE a 4.0 average from now (8th grade) until he's through prep school if he's going to get into an Ivy League, otherwise his life will be worthless. THAT takes a lot of pressure off everyone.
And my oldest wanted help with quadratic functions for math and video editing software for his journalism class (or maybe it was his French class), not to mention needing a long list of hardware from dad's shop for a physics project he's starting tomorrow.
You get the idea. And I wonder why my wife doesn't make more money from her freelance work.
So, blogging's a little light. But I swear I have this great post about a hot Swedish soprano who specializes in Baroque opera arias accompanied by the trumpet, and I'll have that up as soon as I take the kids to Karate after work tomorrow, and we'll get back at 8:15 and have dinner, and then my oldest will need me to make some Delrin bearings for his physics project, and then it will be 11:00, and then....
Theo, I hope by waking you up I didn't get you into hot water.
I am sure you are proud of your kids. They sound like good kids, if a little to intellectual for my taste.
My brother-in-law is a PHD who had his own hedge fund on Wall St. The first time I went to his house to stay for the weekend it was at their mansion in Jersey. I asked his son if he ever went out on the huge lawn to throw the football around. Which we did. But he was much more interested in cooking because I was whipping up a big Italian feast.
Sometimes there is more to life than the textbooks. Just sayn.
Hey, Troop: I'm not sure what my comment has to do with textbooks, except ol' Dad helping with homework and being involved a bit with the kids' schools.
Parents are generally in this boat if they are, like me, inclined a little to worrywartdom.
And MOST of what I wrote has to do with the time sink of suburban soccer parentdom (it's not just moms anymore). That includes sports and music— and did I mention more sports?—with nary a schoolbookish thing in sight.
Please Don't Eat the Daises was the first book about this kind of life, starting as it did in post-WWII suburbia. The spawn of such writing continues to this day in the approximately 30,000,000 blogs by suburban moms, usually heavy on their kids' activities and development, arts & crafts projects, recipes and kitchen tips, gardening, etc., etc.
I won't subject anyone to THAT. A friend, who had enough of such cutesyness, started a blog called "Suburban Psycho Soccer Mom." Except she pulled it immediately when she considered what the Dept. of Social Services might think.
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