We are home.
Well I am home, the other two touched down for a few hours and then, like the youngsters they are, took off for a ballgame.
My body is trying to figure out what time it is, and how to accomplish a few minor tasks, such as unpacking. The mail has been opened, but the bills have not yet been paid. And I am, unfortunately, being reintroduced to the state of the world, such as it is.
It was great to see everyone, especially the boy (my personal favorite, and I hope nobodies feelings are hurt). We got to talk to some of his co-workers almost more than Rey himself. But we kept hearing what a nice co-worker he was (and a good boss from one as well). Of course, they all knew we were his family, so … But I prefer to believe they were telling us what they really thought. His internship ends this next month. NEXT?
September 1, 2009 at 9:31 pm |
Martha was glad you liked the potato/macaroni salads.