God help us all when this generation takes over.
Well, we went to see the Scottish play at the National Art Centre Monday. I threatened my kids within an inch of their lives re:behaviour.

I should have saved my breath. THEY were well behaved. Around them...OMG!

— kids talking throughout the play...and I mean throughout the play!
— kids putting their feet up on the top of the seat in front of them
— kids eating – chips, passing around candy, rattling gum boxes
— kids with cell phones – holding conversations with their pals
— kids listening to their iPods, loud enough for those around to hear the music
— kids watching movies on their iPods
— kids applauding and cheering with Lady Macduff and her boy are murdered.

Teachers? Oh, not many. In my section, I was the only adult for the eight rows I could check out. Where were they? Grouped with their parent supervisors, all together, as far away from their responsibilities as they could get. (Not all...but sadly most.) My parent supervisors were with their groups and I was with the largest batch.

The parents were horrified by the behaviour of the kids around them. The Parents' Council paid for these tickets. I think should I ever take a group again to see a play, it will NOT be at a student matinee. We'll pay the full price rather than put up with that kind of behaviour.

And the day had begun well: my car didn't start. I had to call 4 taxi companies before one could come and get me to school in time for my first class. CAA wait was three hours. (We hit -25C Sunday-Monday)

I got home in the late afternoon and the bloody car began right away– the sun had shone on it. Got it to Canadian Tire and a new battery, though that took some 2 hours.

This morning, I drive in slowly as we're having another bloody snow dump...and then we get some misty-like rain. I'm not driving quickly. I got snow tires for the car three weeks ago...and at a downhill slope, I hit ice, can't stop and hit a car.

Thank God I was driving soooo slowly. No damage done to either car, nor to the drivers other than shaking. But when I tried to get out of the car to go see how the other driver (an elderly woman) was, I ending up flat on my face, the road was so icy.

Up here we say, "Jamais deux sans trois." (Never two without three – aka, things come in threes.) That's a double whammy re: the car. I shall be very wary tomorrow morning on my way to work.