Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future. My Mom has been visiting us this week, and it’s been a really great visit. She was able to visit several cousins and her college friend. There were Scrabble games, writing challenges, reminiscences, music performances, and too much good food.
Last week we marked the passage from the end of the summer toward the school year: Marching Band camp started! Youngest Daughter has been struggling through that, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. I love it, because it’s sort of like school starting 2 weeks early.
I’ve been only marginally paying attention to the task of getting the Son ready to move away to college. The college has sent umpteen e-mails with instructions for how to prepare. I haven’t read a single one, which makes me think that I will pay dearly for that in the near future. But then I think, I’m not the one going to college, so I won’t pay.
Tomorrow I make the trek to drive my Mom back to her place. Then turn around and come home the next day. Then drive my son to college. Then come home and have one week to get YD ready for high school. It’s all good, but it’s happening too fast. I desperately want some time to just think about things. Somewhere in there it will be my birthday, but who has time for a birthday these days?