Internet day

This is the day we finally regained our connection to the world.  Homework can be done, blog can be written, email can be read, weather can be checked, calls can be made. Thank goodness!

Otherwise, it was a fairly quiet day.  I wanted to stay home and be here when the kids got home from their first half day.  L was very happy to have a nap.  She sleeps in the stroller when we are out and around, but it just isn't the same.  I think we are going to have to cut back on some of my plans and alternate days in and out so she can rest.

It was well that I was home, since E and I had to contact R's school.  She came home with a strange notice.  At the top was a photo of a person dressed in some monstrous folk mask.  Below we were told to send R to the train station on Monday for a week long school trip in Saas Grund and there was a list of what to pack and a mention of cost.  That's all R and I could make of it.  There was no permission slip, no contact forms, nothing about how to pay.  Only a phone number with a typo. And R insisting that everyone was going, just send her to the train on Monday and no big deal.



Well, I figured all the real information for this trip must have been sent out over the summer. This form looked like a reminder slip and this seemed like short notice. So I hunted down the email of the contact and E wrote to see if R could still go, how could she pay, what was it, and how the monster was involved. His answer was confusing. Yes, everyone goes. Yes, just send her to the train station on Monday morning and she will wander home sometime Friday evening. Nothing about an emergency contact, no permission required since if she shows up it must be with our knowledge and consent or at least we'd figure where she went, and the payment discussion was indecipherable. There was also nothing about the monster.  The kids are going to do some schoolwork, hike, and do art.  I would love it if things were this easy in the US! But, like the drinking water fountains all over town, this seems too good to be true.  We'll see.

Click to see how far R is going on this suspicious field trip.

E brought home a rotisserie chicken from the truck near the train station.  It was so small it was almost a rotisserie Cornish game hen.  The price was as high compared to an American rotisserie chicken as the size was small compared to the American chicken.  And there was something unidentifiable in the cavity. But it was so good! We haven't been cooking well and it was exactly what we needed. If anyone asks, I want a rotisserie chicken for Christmas. Or maybe for the Swiss children's shooting competition holiday in September?