Paintball

I was awake very early this morning, thinking about my life and ideas for the future. It is a little cool in the house, even though it was sunny yesterday. The hours of daylight are so few this time of year.

Elisa and Guillermo

Yesterday, there was a little frost. Ray and I took a walk. Elisa needed a permission slip printed, but we couldn't make either of our printers work. Mine would print out part of it, but not all. I think the file was too large for my old printer. We could not get her computer or mine to see the other printer.

Elisa gets her gun

I was anxious to get to pilates, but was nearly late. Ray and Elisa went to Clarke Central for set call. Elisa is in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. Harriet, the drama teacher, was happy to see us again after the years our kids spent doing drama. Ray and I had a visit to the farmers' market and picked up some veggies: rutabaga, turnip, eggplant, green tomatoes. (I think they might still be in the car; our day was so busy I forgot to bring them in).

All suited up

Elisa was invited to two birthday parties. One involved playing paintball. This is what she needed her mother's permisison for. She had sent the form to her mother, who had printed it, signed it, scanned it and sent it back. However, I signed one at the place and they didn't ask any questions. I spent an hour there, watching them get face masks and guns and learn about safety and the rules. There were three girls in the group of fifteen. Elisa was excited (and had a great time). In Germany, you must be 18 to play paintball. She has a good bruise on her leg and some abrasion on one hand. I had very mixed feelings watching kids shoot at each other. It was a sunny day and it looked like a blast, in some ways. It also seemed awfully close to really shooting at people.

I went back to the school and picked Ray up. Harriet had bought him lunch (at Wendy's). Elisa and I had eaten chicken curry and rice from the farmers' market, which was awfully good.

calibrating the gun

I spent some time on the phone, trying to arrange for Elisa to attend the other party she was invited to. It was in Atlanta and she could have spent the night there. I wasn't willing to drive there and back twice (or even once, I guess). It didn't seem that important to me. We could have put her on the Megabus and someone would have met it. But then getting her back the next day appeared more challenging. The Mom where she was staying would have put her on the MARTA train and then she would have to get off and get on the right bus going the right direction, which she could probably do, but it just seemed a little nerve-wracking. We decided she would have another chance to spend time in Atlanta, maybe next month for the Christmas party.

Old Fashioned with Peaches!

Ray and I spent some time with Becky and Kent, because the paintball place is in Winterville. I picked up a few pecans. Ray watched some TV with Kent and recovered from his work on the set. We got Elisa about 5 and drove home. Before long, it was time to head out again. We had a lovely dinner at Porterhouse with my Dad--the four of us, plus Becky and Kent, who were celebrating their 33rd anniversary. We were also celebrating the results of the elections!

Tomato Soup