We did several appointments with this neuropsychologist person for the Goober's school evaluation this week. One more to go. Then I hand-deliver reports and forms to the school administration office. Tuesday night they decide if she can start school. If not, I enroll her in the State of Pennsylvania cyber school (a branch of the public school system, one not run by ass hats) and sign her up for sports at the YMCA for the social stuff. Or art classes. Or dinosaur lessons. Or whatever. Something sociable. Either way, this kid's doing kindergarten this year. I'd prefer it in a classroom situation but I'll do what it takes. Hell or high water. Momma Bear and my Inner Bitch have held a meeting and decided.
The only news - that isn't really that shocking - from the neuropsych lady is, the Goob's having visual acuity problems. You know, the ability to soak up visual information. We think it's because she went through her early childhood with such bad eyesight. We got it corrected, but she still needs to learn how to use her eyes better. So we'll be putting her through some medical/psych program to help with that, too. Considering I score freakishly high on visual acuity myself, I'd like to do what I can for her to be as good at it as possible. I know first-hand that much of my 'smart' is just that visual acuity working its magic. It would be nice for the Goober to have that, too.
The other day, we got home from the shrink's office, and the husbeast was watching Transformers 2. The Goob stood in the den, in front of the TV, mesmerized by the action. We had the following discussion, paraphrased a bit:
ME: You're not allowed to watch this. It's too violent.
GOOB: What's 'violent'?
ME: People hitting each other.
GOOB: I'm okay with that.
ME: I'm not. Upstairs.
GOOB, grumbling as she climbs up the stairs: You're no fun.
ME: I'm okay with that.
She also caught a few minutes of the original Star Wars and seemed fascinated. I'm considering letting her watch that one. There's no gore in it. People die, but, hell, people die on her CARTOONS. So I'm finding it hard to draw the line over that sort of thing.
"Saw" and "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" are out for the time being, though.
I've been KNITTING! Zombie projects, because my brain can't do complicated while dealing with all this other crap. Hopefully the Goober will start school and I can spend mornings knitting like the wind on Christmas presents. For now, though, well. Hm.
Last night I tried to cast off the prototype Shrug-Wrap Thingie. Got about a quarter of the way through before I faced reality; I don't have enough yarn for the cast-off. So I've got to tink back about 200 stitches of the cast-off. Then the 550 stitches of the row before. THEN cast off. This does not fill me with joy. In fact, over on Twitter I mentioned the trouble last night. I think I used 'motherfucker' every other word.
In the mean time? I'm casting on a pair of socks. That's right. I'm finally in an environment cold enough to justify it, and I found some really pretty yarn the other day. Kroy Sock FX, in the gray/slate blue/pink color scheme. If I could actually manage Judy's Magic Cast-On properly (about to start attempt number three), I think it'd make pretty socks. I got enough for real socks that go up my leg, planning to wear them in winter. Usually I use about four hundred yards and knit ankle-socks, but not this time.
So, that's all there is to report. More red tape, some actual knitting. With luck, this weekend I will dye some merino/silk blend in the Purple Trainwreck color scheme. Having never done that before, I'm curious to see how it turns out. I'll be sure to take photos.