Charlie's spring break began with a (figurative) bang Thursday night when he did not sleep, at all -- something that happened on the eve of another break from school. He still got on the bus at 7.25am with a bag of candy for his teachers in his bookbag after I had made myself lots of coffee and headed off for 8am Latin class.
In the evening after a bike ride, we went to see the movie Admission; I saw the opening few minutes after we had sat through thirty minutes of ads for phones and the Borgia tv series and five trailers and Charlie wanted to go. Charlie then requested a long walk of the five-plus mile sort into a neighboring town, past a small golf course, through a parking lot and over the freight train tracks.
Saturday Charlie woke at 7.15am (just in time to catch the school bus that won't arrive for a good nine days). For the first time since I went to California last June for my cousin's wedding and returned to most of the contents of the kitchen, dining and living rooms on the floor, it was just Charlie and Jim while I went to work in Jersey City for an Open House event. Charlie and Jim brought some big thorny branches to the town dump, stopped for hamburgers (Charlie didn't eat any) and got stuck in traffic while en route to pick me up after which we went to Liberty State Park for a short bike ride because it was really, really windy and the park is nowhere near recovered from Hurricane Sandy.
Two more bike rides and two walks later and it's another no sleep due to anticipation (of grandparents arriving on Sunday) night. Fortunately I don't have classes on the passive voice of 3rd and 4th conjugation verbs or the late Roman Republic to teach tomorrow morning.