Then they are off, with protests against putting on shoes or jackets. Lunch bags and homework - Lauren's unfinished - are jammed into backpacks.
"Your mother needs a Starbucks," says Jeanne as they head out the door. "It's been a bad morning." An early hour bathroom sharing, a daughter dawdling in bed, a son chattering continuously, a full moon last night, spilled coffee, school lunch preparation - all set her on edge. Understandably. I remember those long ago school days with lunches to make, homework undone or lost, hair uncombed. Dreadful times. And I didn't have a job to run to after the kids were dropped off at Poe, Lanier or Lamar. I note, as they head for the car, that peculiar habit of Seattle children - my four grandchildren specifically - who insist on wearing nothing but tee shirts in any sort of weather. They seem totally inured to cold and wet. Note that their mom is wearing a hooded coat for weather protection.
There were two sporting events this weekend. Lauren had a basketball game on Saturday, for which Jeanne gave me ear plugs. The decibel level in the Ballard Boys and Girls Club was over the top as two games with four teams of grade school girls ensued. Lauren is cool on the court so it was a game not to be missed.
The boys were happy, the parents had a beer or two and the early evening hour was good. Note: it is dark here in Seattle at 5:15 p.m. so when I say evening, it was probably 5:30 p.m.
Life in Seattle is ever full.