End of an Era
Tis the last day of school for our children. Tis the last day I have drive to Fig Tree Pocket. I'm looking forward to this evening. In the meantime, I'll go to sewing class today. The last one of the year.
We attended Son's graduation last night. It was entertaining. Food was marginal at best. Doesn't matter. Son had a great time. It was for him. Husband and I did a fencing display which was, of course, a big hit. We made our son feel proud of us. What more could a parent want in life.
Work Status: All four white shirts are finished. I should get paid for two of them this evening. Tomorrow I'll start on something else. Not sure if it'll be Husband's tights or the black shirt for Scholar B.H.
Note: I've been driving back and forth from Fig Tree Pocket for nine years. Whew!
We attended Son's graduation last night. It was entertaining. Food was marginal at best. Doesn't matter. Son had a great time. It was for him. Husband and I did a fencing display which was, of course, a big hit. We made our son feel proud of us. What more could a parent want in life.
Work Status: All four white shirts are finished. I should get paid for two of them this evening. Tomorrow I'll start on something else. Not sure if it'll be Husband's tights or the black shirt for Scholar B.H.
Note: I've been driving back and forth from Fig Tree Pocket for nine years. Whew!