Aaron left this morning for his junior year of college. In honor of the fact that he’s officially moving into his first apartment today I’m making my ebook free for a week. Tight Budget, Tiny Kitchen, and No Time: How to Eat Well in Your First Apartment. Just go to Smashwords and use the code JP84B to get it for free in Nook, Kindle, or PDF versions. I’m considering my book a success because apparently Aaron plans to do a majority of the cooking for his roommates
We’ll be going in tomorrow to take some furniture that didn’t fit in the cars going today, so I’m not in melt-down mode yet. When Aaron told me goodbye this morning he told me twice, very carefully, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mom.” Yes, it was exactly like when you drop your little one off for the first day of kindergarten and tell them, “I’ll see you this afternoon” to comfort them. He knows me too well.
Meanwhile, John is still staying up until all hours of the night played Halo with his friends, the self-described “Nerd Herd”. Back-to-School transition starts Sunday night, which will give him over a week to acclimate to a normal schedule.
Speaking of John, did I mentioned he spray-painted graffiti on the back of our garage? Yes, you read that right. I went back to put some stuff on the compost heap and looked up to see “LO” painted in black letters about six inches high on the back of the garage. I stormed through the back door and into the living room, asking loud enough for the whole household to hear (because I figured I might as well get everyone’s input on this) “John, what do you know about the graffiti on the garage?” John, of course, thought his behavior was perfectly reasonable because it said “LOL” (I don’t know what happened to the other L) and our garage is in pretty bad shape. *sigh* It was immediately covered, John’s got a new understanding of the appropriate use of spray paint, and Aaron was terribly amused. Seriously, where do these ideas come from??
In all probability my son’s future mother-in-law thinks I’m a hoarder. A long time ago when I first became addicted to Pinterest I started saving toilet paper and paper towel rolls for a huge wall art project. Then we made a family picture gallery in the living room and rearranged some other pieces and I no longer had anywhere I needed a huge piece of cardboard art. But I didn’t stop saving the empty rolls. So when Catherine glanced into the overflowing bins of TP rolls in my pantry and asked if I had some extra since her mom was planned a project. . . I sent her home with two lawn and leaf bags full. And somehow I’d started saving all shapes and sizes of glass bottles and jars, too (again, Pinterest), so when Catherine said they’d be using mismatched arrangements of clear glass containers for the centerpieces at the wedding I filled Aaron’s backseat. Yeah, I’m making a great impression.
This is the time of year when I don’t feel like cooking, I don’t feel like watering the flowers I planted in the Spring, I just want the heat to end so I can open some windows and switch from iced coffee to hot coffee. I should have been born on a planet with shorter seasons. Summer and Winter, at least. I never seem to get enough Spring and Fall.
Sam took a fall this week playing in the back yard with Boss and hurt her right front paw. She’s improving with aspirin and compression wraps, but girlfriend is playing this one for all it’s worth. If I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I’ll come back to find her on my side of the bed with her head on my pillow. Then she’ll hold up the boo-boo paw and look at me with those big brown eyes and I go sleep on the sofa. Yes, I’m a sucker.
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