My son left work early and came bombing up I-71 today, and when I got home from work, he was sitting on the patio playing with his new Instinct phone. We spent an enjoyable hour doing amazing GPS "pizza shop in Hooterville" queries and watching E! on the tiny little screen and talking about his job and his big-boy life in C'bus. Cool to see his face mid-week, even if it's just for a quick catching up.
So then D's best friend comes over and Big Daddy shows up and parks his Jeep in the driveway behind D's car (my old car!) and the three of them head off to a race that rained them out in June. They should be home around midnight and then D will leave here in the morning and go straight to work in C'bus. Because he's 22 and driving 8 hours to attend a 4 hour event (and spending fitty bucks in gas to boot) makes complete sense to him.
I left right after they did to do some errands. When I got home there was a message on the machine from Sissy: "Hey, so is there something going on I should know about? I see the family posse in the driveway and nobody is home and I didn't know whether to be concerned or what."
Some days I feel kind of alone, just me and kitty rambling around in this big old haunted mansion.
Not today, though.
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