Friday, April 11

Today was conference day, so the kids didn't have school. We went in for conferences first thing in the morning. Both went well, of course. Greta has (as usual) straight A's and glowing writeups from her teachers. A project she worked on for weeks will be "an example for future classes." Lucia's doing very well too, all A's and two B's she is determined to bring up before the end of the semester. Among other things, we talked about credits in her conference--for some reason she's worried she'll accidentally not take enough credits and won't be able to graduate; her advisor reassured her that making sure she has all the right classes every year is literally her job and there is no way that would ever happen. 

Lucia had musical rehearsal for a few hours, Greta hung out at home, and I worked from home. Later, we ordered dinner from How Lee and watched three episodes of Lost. 

We have our first defecter: Greta says she has lost interested in this final season and no longer wants to watch. Honestly, I can't blame her-- this season is unhinged in a batty, not entertaining, way--but Lucia and I are determined that we all finish this viewing experience together. Greta eventually gave in. There are some compelling threads in these last-season episodes, but there's also deep and problematic ambiguity about the timeline that I'm afraid might never be resolved because it's possible the writers lost track of what's happening when; and also there's a whole new crop of characters on the island whose motivations are murky and who are always barefoot. But we will persevere.