Rarified

Teachers do not make enough money. I kept running out of ways to keep him focused on math. 

But there was so much to discuss. The latest developments in the Marvel Universe. All things about living with a cat. A sometimes too-challenging video gane that signals when he"s tired. 

I try to keep a light tread over current affairs. Shared horror giggles over Eau de Shitweasel.   I remind him that these are adult concerns - his job is to be a child a while longer. Kindness and doing your best is all we should ask. Charlie delivers.

 Unfortunately, I let him know that my math game has been weak since the third grade. I barely got by. He's fast approaching the edge of my number comfort zone. When they start slinging fractions around I'll be in trouble.

I'm good with time, money, percentages, and practical geometry, but the mechanics of naked arithmetic seemed greased to me. Except word problems. 

He gets better with each practice. 

I got heartburn dividing three digits by two digits. 

This fur snake was not having me stitching. We are frozen here- me daring to draw a threaded needle through the cloth, she waiting to pounce on my move. Until she climbs into her tower for a kitten nap and I have ten or so minutes to work.