house, as usual, cleaner hours after it started than before the first guest arrives.
Would have been a great party. Great day.
Note to self: mail isn't always friendly.
The letter from Umbridge:
Dear [me] & [Flar],
[The business manager] has informed me that you had planned to re-enroll
[Tigger] at TLS next fall. I was surprised, knowing your displeasure
with us over a number of issues this year: the termination of 9th
grade, the new dress code, 8th grade English, chess club, etc.
After careful thought, I have concluded that it is in
[Tigger]'s best interest and the school's that he not re-enroll for
When the views of the parents and school conflict on many
issues, the child is aware of it, and his education is unavoidably
[Flar], I know that you are a graduate of TLS, and I am
therefore particularly regretful about the need to make this decision.
We wish both your boys well with their further education.
CC: [Head of Middle School]
[Head of Lower School]
[President of Board of trustees]
Kind of threw me off. Called Flar, who was outraged, and told me to make a few calls to try to arrange meetings for when he is back. Vented to Wolf and Sydb, who were online. Cried a lot. We have a big house. The sleep-over mostly runs itself.
Caught up on dishes, mail, papers, coupons, and tables. The kitchen table currently has sorted piles so when I can think again, I can finish it off: bills to post, things to email Flar about, things to read, and things to do that aren't bills-related.
I never got to the top of the jacuzzi, so there's still laundry (only mine) to fold.
I got the rest of the toilets and sinks cleaned before the party got going, and if I touch them up on Friday, then I'll add bathroom fixtures to my caught up checklist.
Two of the kids are leaving the house at 9am. My radio is coming on (very loudly) at 7.
I predict sleeping for tomorrow. Around calling the president of the board of trustees, and a couple of other people that Flar suggested I call.
And picking up my car. Grace is going to drop me off.