I love the show Blackish. The first spinoff was Grownish. It’s geared toward college aged people, but I still find it enjoyable.
The second spinoff was Mixedish. I absolutely love this show, since it takes place in the 80s and I can totally relate to it. It talks of difficult situations. It really makes me think, just like Blackish does.
Now, I find that Oldish will be coming out soon. Another spinoff. I hope its writing is done as well as the others.
There’s a lot to love with the first three, so I hope adding a fourth will be a great idea. I am sure that there will be heavy topics and I’ll have a lot to think about.
Inky is my usual helper when it comes to homework and nap time. Today, I guess that Inky had other plans. Mini decided to join me. She isn’t as close of a helper as Inky, but she keeps the blankets from flying up in the air. I suppose that’s a help. She normally won’t sit anywhere near me, so having her help was a special treat.
Today’s discussion with a friend involved cleaning the bathroom. What do you clean first? What do you clean last?
I do the shower first, since it’s the furthest from the door. Then the toilet, so that if I dribble, I’ll clean it up when I do the floors. Then floor. Then I finish up with the sink, since I’ll be washing my hands and I’ll be there anyhow.
My way seems the most logical to me. He says you always end with the toilet, and then get the floor. No reason given.
As I’ve mentioned a few times before, I write my blog posts ahead of time, for the most part. I write when inspiration hits me, or when I have time to sit and do it. At one point, I was a month ahead.
This week, I realized that I had nothing scheduled. I had fallen behind and I wasn’t keeping up with my resolution from new years. I know that because of quarantine and social distancing, a lot of people had resolutions put off. Many were impossible to complete with not much open. Me? I just got sidetracked.
School and work and family and etc came first. Reading and writing for fun were secondary.
I seem to have caught up now and gotten a bit ahead. I’m hoping to be able to get a little further ahead soon. Thanks for sticking with me.
I have library books at home that I checked out in February. The due dates have all been moved to September 30. We’ve been asked to start returning some, but please don’t overwhelm the librarians.
This is great! I’ll be able to return them before I misplace them.
Here’s the problem: of the 27 branches of the library, only two are open for returns. Neither are easy to get to right now. Hmm.
I went online to find out if they are moving the due dates again. No. They are not. You can text the library when the chat feature is open, between 10&5 m-f. So I did. I mentioned that I can easily get to three branches, and I’m not able to get to the two that are open. Would one of these three branches be open for returns any time soon?
No. No more branches will open until mid October. Because the libraries are fine free, I don’t have to return them by their extended due date.
Not fair. I am working on spring cleaning and was hoping to get these back to their homes soon. At least I know that the library system is thinking of opening the rest of the branches, eventually. I still miss the library.
I had a nice lunch of fish tacos courtesy of my coworkers for my birthday. The plant and a card came with it.
Molly decided that she’d had enough, so she got into the wine early. Thankfully, it was cleaned up before I got home from work.
I had several homework assignments due that day, so, while I was working on them, my daughter was busy in my room hanging new bookshelves. I haven’t had time yet to arrange the books on them, but she gave me a good start.
I also got a mug and some bookmarks. They were great. I just didn’t get photos of them.
I was asked what I wanted for my birthday. I requested shrimp scampi.
My history teacher gave me multiple assignments to be due on my birthday.
My daughters made sure that I got my scampi by sending me to the grocery store.
It was a reasonably good birthday. Just a lot going on.