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It is with great relief to me that the psychological construct known as "summer" has finally begun. The house has felt overscheduled and hectic since my older daughter graduated from Columbia in May, and moved back home, seemingly with her boyfriend. (no, he isn't here all the time, and yes, I do like him, but he isn't family yet, and this house only has 1 bathroom.) Two weeks ago, my younger daughter graduated from high school. My mother in law flew up for the occassion and we had a party to celebrate both graduations. Last week, my younger daughter and I went to Boston for summer orientation for her college. It was actually a pretty easy trip, with only 1 travel glitch on the way home, but it was still 3 days of travel and being away. (on the other hand, after dropping my daughter off at the college, I realized that this would be my first time alone in a hotel room, with no one to please but myself in spending time and choosing restaurants since I left the corporate world-about 25 years ago. I made sure to enjoy myself.) This weekend past, and the start of this week were spent putting my house back together again. (I'm still not sure I believe the condition of the house-of the refrigerator!-left under the auspices of husband and adult child. I am astonded at how much food went bad and needed to be thrown out or composted-what did they eat when I wasn't here?)
And today? I had no clients, no appointments. My husband went to work. My older daughter is in Philadelphia, apartment hunting. My younger daughter started her summer job. It was quiet. The weather was lovely. It is finally summer.
And today? I had no clients, no appointments. My husband went to work. My older daughter is in Philadelphia, apartment hunting. My younger daughter started her summer job. It was quiet. The weather was lovely. It is finally summer.