Lexie & School

This morning, Lexie asked me to sign her agenda (which is normal) but also had a CYA paper from her teacher Mr. Young. Every time she gets a "U" (they don't give F's--U is for unacceptable) he stamps the paper with a parent signature box. That way he makes sure the parent knows, and he's covered in doing his job. Well, this has been a weekly (sometimes multiple!) thing. I explain this is her last year of grade school. I explain how important consistent good grades are. I explain how this leads you into a chain of Middle school, High school, College, Job, and the financial quality of your future. I explain how school is her most important job. I ask if her homework is done when I get home. If its not, I tell her to do it. I tell her to let me know if she needs help. I tell her if she needs me to explain something, I will, but I will NOT do it for her. I put the responsibility 100% on her, but make sure she knows I will help explain something (if I can understand it myself).

She got upset. I saw thst Logan left his mask/hat thing on the loveseat so I decided to take it to him. Plus Theresia told me there was no school on Monday or Tuesday, so I signed them up for CEP. Then I asked to speak to Lexie's councillor. She was dressed up as a jackass. She said they would start an evaluation process. We'll see where this goes.

My little Monster

Logan had scouts last night and he made a Frankenstein mask out of a paper bag.

Lexie's Jack 'O Lantern

Here's Lexie's. She picked a small one and designed it to be a baby.

Logan's Jack 'O Lantern

Here's a picture of mail Logan's Jack 'O Lantern.

Work Halloween chili cookoff

Here are the other two labelled bottles.

Work Halloween Party

I got these cool ass stickers for the work Halloween chili cookoff. You put them on 2-liter bottles of soda.

Retirement

I figure it's never too early to start thinking about retirement and how to not be a burden to the kids when I hit 55 or 60.  I think I will be semi-nomadic.

 

I'd like to buy a small bit of land in the woods of Kentucky or Indiana.  Somewhere a guy could be a hermit in a little one-room cabin (or perhaps more realistically a used travel-trailer like my mom used at the feed mill).  I could live there until it was either too hot or too cold.  I could live about 90% off the grid...meaning no electric bill, water bill, etc.  I think i'd have to find a way to work the legalities of that out, but it could be done.  I like to camp and this would be an extension of that.  Like with a wood stove and outhouse.

 

In the hottest months, I could visit with the kids.  Say July with Lexie and August with Logan.  In December, I'd split my time between them for the holidays.  I think they could tollerate dear old dad that much.

 

Then in January and February...perhaps I could afford an old VW bus or something similar.  I could visit Texas, Louisiana, Florida, Southern California...mainly staying put for a couple weeks at a time.  I got plenty of time to research where/when/how.  By eschewing a true residence and all the accompanying fees, bills and expenses, maybe I can survive with the small amount that may or may not be available from Social Security, and the meager amount I may tuck away with 401K.  I'm not getting any younger.