Rainy Saturday and a No-Show

T. was stood up again by the friend with whom he was supposed to have a playdate. Actually, the poor friend's family are so reliably unreliable that Ed and I would have been shocked if the thing had come off, but T. is such a trusting little slob that he was really surprised and disappointed. The friend is the grandson of T.'s piano teacher, and is a sweet, polite kid who is exactly T.'s age and shares his taste for acting out fantasy games (anything with swords) and video games. They meet most weeks after T.'s piano lesson, since the teacher is usually watching her grandson on those evenings, and they also have Ju Jitzu class together. Occasionally, on Saturdays when the boy is staying at his grandparents, they invite T. over to play. This all works fine, the problem is when T., after Ju Jitzu, invites his friend to come over on the following Saturday. We've been through this enough times now that Ed and I know what to expect: T. asks his friend's mother if friend can come over, mother says "maybe... we'll call." Friend then calls Saturday afternoon to say that he will be over in "half an hour." Half an hour passes, T. calls friend, friend says, "half an hour." This goes on until dinner time, at which time friend says his mother says today won't work. The little boy seems very nice, but the mother is either perpetually disorganized and incredibly thoughtless or sadistic. I think maybe after today T. is starting to understand that playdates with this boy aren't worth getting excited about 'til he sees the whites of his eyes.

We had another cool, drizzly day, but I got some mulch spread and the roses fertilized. The bushes that Ed gave me last October (my birthday roses) all have lots of buds, and I'm looking forward to some flowers!

T. made his own lunch today. Smoked turkey and mayo on white bread. And then his own special touch -- semi-sweet chocolate chips. He offered me a bite, but I passed.