Isn't it just lovely?

In a few minutes it will be June and I don't even think the high temp is going to break 60.  Really?!  Over the holiday weekend we were in the mid-nineties.  No wonder I have a nasty cold.

My flower beds are shaping up.  Over memorial day weekend we went to "Hosta Fest".  I know, living on the wild side we are!  After parting with too much money for plants we came home with several varieties of hostas to try and start growing large enough to start dividing to fill in a massive bed that has been barren for years.  I planted a flat of impatiens, and a six pack of marigolds.  I noticed today that something has gnawed all the leaves off of the marigolds.  I'm suspecting rabbits. We still need to spread some mulch, particularly in the giant perennial/weed bed.  The peonys finally bloomed and are now done.  I was somewhat disappointed as they were not the many petaled variety and just a pale pink.

This week and next could be titled "The week of many Dr. appointments"  Hubby has had a couple, Mom has one (more on that later) I've had one for my TMJ, Igor had and Orthopedic appointment today which led to an Orthotist appointment next week, and orthodontist appointment to monitor the crazy way his permanent teeth are coming in and his yearly Opthamologist appointment.  Hey, notice all of Igor's appointments are with "O" doctors/specialist?

After having a heated discussion with Mom about her phone/credit card bill and realizing how terribly confused she was I decided we might be dealing with more than just depression with her.  I pecked around on the Internet and found and online cognitive impairment test.  The test was designed for those 50-70 but I took it anyway.  I gave it my real age and took the test.  I came out in the normal range for those my age, but I'm not sure it was accurate because then it said I was in the normal range for 50-70 year olds.  I was confused, but at least I wasn't in the worrisome range.  I pulled up on Mom's computer so it would have the buttons all the the same places etc for her and she took the test.  Where I scored a 60, she had a 33 and it considered her impaired.  I know it was one silly online test but honestly it confirmed what I was already guessing.  I know a lot of depression symptoms overlap with cognitive issues as well, but it really concerned me.  I decided to hell with this and called the local psychologist we have worked with when dealing with Sonny Boy's crazy younger years behavior and made an appointment.  He said he could do testing and screening for Mom in roughly three hours and since we are paying out of pocket it won't be mind boggling expensive as he gives a discount since there is less paperwork to file.  I also looked over the paperwork to start filing a disability claim as well.  I'm not going to start anything on that till we get some results back from the psychologist but I think we need to get the ball rolling as it seems that is a 6 month or longer process.  I'm beginning to think Mom will be living with us permanently. 

Sonny Boy called me up to his room to show me a pieced together paper today.  It was somewhat disturbing.  The best I can gather from the story is that a girl in his class passed him a "note" today with a stick figure in a dress that had red scribbled on it and red tears coming from the eyes with the notation "I'm waring a dress" and told Sonny Boy that it was him and all the red was blood.  Sonny Boy then passed it back to the girl and she tore it up, he said he offered to throw it away but only pretended to and stuffed the the shreds in his pocket to bring home and show me.  I taped the pieces together and photographed them and e-mailed his teacher who going to further investigate tomorrow.  I really don't know how to take this.  Sonny Boy seemed disturbed and had a real sense that this wasn't a good thing and was really mean for this girl to do.  I don't know really where this will lead to as I'm not real sure how innocent Sonny Boy was in the proceedings, maybe they were being silly and it got out of hand?  I do know the girl in question was moved from the other second grade classroom into Sonny Boy's in March for unknown reasons.  I asked a mom with kid's in that class what she knew about the girl and she didn't have any scoop.  I thought girls were supposed to be nasty to other girls, not to the boys.  The bigger kicker is that probably the chunkiest girl in Sonny Boy's class called him "fatty" the other day and that really got to him.  Honestly!  I can't buy clothes skinny AND long enough to fit him, it's even possible to see his abs on occasion.  Thankfully, school will be out next week and we'll have almost three months away from 8-9 year old drama and new assortment of classmates in the fall.

Depressing is that the summer calendar has pretty much already filled up with camping, camps, family reunions, swim lessons, and football practices.  I don't remember my summer having much of anything on the calendar when I was a kid.  I always looked forward to school starting back so I would have something to do.  How times change.

I likely will not post for a while.  Next week will be filled with assorted doctor and dentist appointments, trying to pack and prepare for a long stay in the camper at Father-in-law's place with the boys and the general mayhem of the last week of school.  After that the only internet I'll have will be on my smartphone and while some people may be adept at typing on a tiny little screen I am not, though you would be more likely to get a picture or two out of me.  I do think some writing may occur in the evenings once the boys are bedded down in the camper as I can do that quietly.