Great, now the skiffman has to run to Safeway to get apples so I can make apple crisp, at 8:21 pm Alaska Daylight Time. 
It has been a very hectic week. I know that it’s all gonna be worth it when the remodel is done, but I’m just not a delayed gratificaton kind of woman. I have to have my flooring trucked from California to Seattle, then put on the slow boat. I am not gonna be a happy camper if the floor isn’t in before Christmas. PFD’s* came out this week so the contractor and his family headed up for Anchorage yesterday. (Thursday) They won’t be back until Sunday night, so nothing will be done until Monday afternoon at the earliest. Everything is out of place, stuck in boxes, it’s just not the way I like things, grr… deep breathing
It is definetly Autumn with a vengence here, temps in the low 40’s to mid 50’s, with the occasional dip into the 30’s. (That’s all Farenheite, btw!) The ferns are brown, the trees are all in various shades of golds and browns, with the occasional flashes of red from the devils club berry spikes, the leaves and berries of the highbush cranberries, and the last of the fireweed. I got my box of bulbs yesterday, minus the asiatic lilies which will be here sometime next week. I should have real purty flowers in the Spring, which makes for a happy kaiwik.
The big news of the week needs a little backstory. The Son was undiagnosed with ADHD until he was 10 and in the fourth grade. By that time his impulse control and anger management skills were non-existant, his furth grade teacher was very rigid in her interacting with the students, and my kid was a wreck. I took him to the doctors and he was dx’d classic ADHD. I was encouraged to put him on Adderal. We tried that one day and then I flushed the pills down the toilet, his reaction was that bad. I homeschooled him for one year, during which most of our time was spent in behavior management and coping skills. It was his decision to repeat the fifth grade, seeing as he didn’t get all of the academics he needed, and he has been steadily improving ever since. Not to say he doesn’t have bad days, he does, but he is phenomanally improved since fourth grade. Which brings us to this year, his seventh-grade-middle-school-I-am-a-teenager year. So far, so good. I received his first progress report earlier this week, all A’s and B’s, terrific! He has been volunteering to go out and split wood every day. Then, Tuesday I got a call from the school, my son has been chosen male Rotary Club Student of the Month! This is a huge deal in Kodiak, his photo will be hung up in the school with past Rotary Students as well as being printed in the local paper, and he and the female student get to go to lunch with the Rotary Club next Tuesday…W00T! I am a proud mama! Now all he needs is a nice plague to make it complete! (see, I have been paying attention, and congrats to all those deserving congrats!)
Keeping up with what’s for dinner, last night was snow crab cassarole, tonight was Swedish Meatballs with cream gravy, smashed N.O.T.'s and corn. Tomorrow I am going to pot roast a nice chuck steak, and whatever else I serve with it there will be a Waldorf Salad. Apple Crisp, Waldorf Salad, oh the many, many ways to use an apple which are stored on my cerebral hard drive, after growing up in semi-rural/rural Western Washington State!
I am glad that you had a Happy Birthday li-li, it sounds like Mr. Lisslar was on his toes, good on him, and yay for you!
Okay, I gotta deal with a cat, he came in mud from bow to stern, and he has a gross scab that needs attention. Poor fat old cat, he will get a can of salmon after it’s all over. Ewww, never mind. He just shook his head and the scab came off. When #3 gets home from the dance she’s gonna have to help me peroxide it, yipee skipee. Anyway, I am gone for now.
*Permanent Fund Dividend.