Hi again. You heard the phrase, "it doesn't rain, but it pours?" That's how it's going from now on until the middle of September. and I don't have a child returning to school, either. I am preparing for my trip to San Francisco...leaving September 1st. My daughter, Beth, calls. They (family) will be driving down from Syracuse , arriving August 27 to stay until I leave for S.F. Her middle son, Robert, is visiting Yale. He is invited to apply for a scholarship at Yale. Robert is a straight A student. The family is very poor. Their house is falling down around them...just the type of student that the Ivy Ieagues are looking for. They have to make their government quotas, don't you know. Hurrah for Robert.
As for me, I have to clean the rooms they will be staying in. It has been so hot and humid that I've had no energy for cleaning. I have to hurry up, buy toothpaste, put fresh towels in the bathroom, stock the larder.....that sort of thing. Since they'll be here just before school starts, I offered to take them all shopping for school clothes. I'll worry about the bills next month.
Robert and his little brother, Donnie need school clothes. My daughter is returning to school to study for a certificate in medical technology, so she'll be in school at the same time her sons are in school. Daughter needs new clothes. My son-in-law, Don just finished up an associate degree in computer technology and will soon be leaving his old job to enter his new job. Wardrobe will change from jeans and tee shirts to suit and tie. I am happy to be able to help, because when my family is thriving, I am happy. When they're unhappy, mama is unhappy, too.
Beth and family "dog sit" my dog, Rascal when I travel. Poor Rascal. She must be so confused. I drove her to Syracuse to stay while I am away. Now Beth is driving her back (with her other 2 dogs in the car) for Robert's visit to Yale. Then both of us go off our separate ways...Beth back to Syracuse and me to the airport. How shall Rascal understand this slepping back and forth? In my imagination, Rascal is thinking she has done something wrong and is given back. How to explain to a dog that she has done nothing wrong? I miss my little doggie. Twenty pounds of personality.