Getting ready for changes
Fiona leaves for college in a couple weeks (well, technically, she trundles down the street to a location about fifteen minutes away and moves in with her new sheets and towels, the old microwave, and the clothes that are presently scattered all over the floor of her bedroom). She's not ready--she has to finish her summer paper for the Youth Theological Seminar, and get her transcript extracted from the Minneapolis school district and sent to the college (belated due to summer online gym) and finalize her loan and decide what to do about her banking and buy clothes and and and
and I'm not ready.
I can hardly believe that we've reached this point. Everyone warned me, and it's true. Those eighteen years passed by in a blink.
Delia's switching schools this year, too. She was unhappy at her former school and we had a number of wrangles with the school administration and so now she'll be attending a charter school in St. Paul, which runs on a collaborative basis, using project-based learning. I desperately hope this will be a better answer for her.
We can't take a vacation this year, but the girls and I are going to take a long weekend this weekend, driving up to Washington Island in Wisconsin (Door County), where my extended family has property. We'll be staying with one of my aunts, who summers up there. The girls have gone the last couple of years with my sister Betsy and my parents, but this is the first time I'll be going long. Poor Rob is left at home to hold down the fort.
Lordy, lordy, I need the break.
and I'm not ready.
I can hardly believe that we've reached this point. Everyone warned me, and it's true. Those eighteen years passed by in a blink.
Delia's switching schools this year, too. She was unhappy at her former school and we had a number of wrangles with the school administration and so now she'll be attending a charter school in St. Paul, which runs on a collaborative basis, using project-based learning. I desperately hope this will be a better answer for her.
We can't take a vacation this year, but the girls and I are going to take a long weekend this weekend, driving up to Washington Island in Wisconsin (Door County), where my extended family has property. We'll be staying with one of my aunts, who summers up there. The girls have gone the last couple of years with my sister Betsy and my parents, but this is the first time I'll be going long. Poor Rob is left at home to hold down the fort.
Lordy, lordy, I need the break.