This weekend was a bit of a blur. But on Saturday, two fabulous things happened: we got a letter and a contract for next year from Franny’s current school. The directors of the school, after meeting with me and SeaFed separately, made us a special offer for next year. After the public school kindergarten debacle, I kicked and screamed until I got the right person’s attention, which was Franny’s current teacher. I asked if she would testify to Franny’s abilities to the public school enrollment office, and she agreed that she was ready for the first grade and said she would back me up. Her teacher was concerned about her being bored and said she would help. She told one of her directors what was happening, and the director asked me if we could work something out to keep Franny at her current school.

SeaFed’s said he would want to continue on at private school–if it was free. That sounds awesome, doesn’t it? A world where private schools are totally free. In this world I imagine I can put a spigot in my wall that will alternately issue Phad Thai or crack cocaine, depending on what mood I’m in.

When I met with the director, we discussed his condition, and I told her I’d be willing to do whatever it took to make it as easy as possible for him. So the school is holding us up for a full half of the tuition and…whatever else they want from me. I got writing skillz, I got techie skillz (really good ones, if I get my fella as backup), I can teach cooking, I can teach fine arts, whatever. They partly agreed to this because I did so much writing for the auction last year, and they were impressed with the work (Eye. Roll.) and the simple fact I was volunteering (involvement is low). Looks like I’m going to be a SLAAAAVE to them. And SeaFed pays…nothing, and his contribution is TBA. (This is the part where I will refrain from mentioning his tightness regarding Franny’s education and his upcoming honeymoon to France, because his dad’s probably paying for the honeymoon anyway, and has never offered to pay Franny’s tuition, unless it’s Catholic school.)

Ahem. Anyway.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I am thrilled. Franny is staying in this neighborhood, at the school she’s been going to for the past three years, with all her friends. I am starting to hook into the community of moms here, now that I’m leaving my divorce in the dust, and I am even cool with being part of the school so much. I’ll see Franny during the day, and Strudel can get used to the environment for when I dump her there next year.

WIN, WIN, WIN, everyone’s winning. How often does that happen, people?

Thing number two on Saturday is that Companion’s paycheck finally came, after an excruciating six weeks. So there was an incident with some midori sours which resulted in me being pretty useless on Sunday morning.

And then we were anticipating houseguests for Sunday night. I did some cooking, and Companion decided to clean the house from top to bottom, because of aforementioned uselessness. He did it cheerfully. I love that guy. I did end up cooking for us all day, and that went pretty well.

FOOD PRON

On Friday night, I made that Brazilian dish that’s basically poached eggs in a tomato sauce with bacon. I put feta on it too, but I doubt that’s traditional. It turned out well, but I kind of wished I had crusty bread to go with it. Yum! I accidentally put twice as much garlic, and now I think I’ll always do that.

During:

Then, last night, I pan fried our first crookneck squashes, right before serving chicken and potatoes. They were so salty and crispy they were just like little fries. Hooray for gardens!

Oh yeah, and I finally got Blogher tickets. Will I be seeing any of you there?