Tom will do just fine in the course. He’s taken First Aid in the Boy Scouts, but their course doesn’t give a Red Cross certification. He plans to apply to be a lifeguard and water-skills instructor at Boy Scout camp next summer. I’m imagining six or eight weeks without Tom, and it looks like ... a quieter and more roomy house! Tom is a great person, but he takes up a lot of physical and emotional space ;-).
I think the Vietnamese had made ordinary American food, because Vietnamese food for Mexicans probably wouldn’t have worked out. They had their trays covered because it was raining, but I smelled meat! I bought fruit salad, and they can keep the Tupperware dish or give it to one of the Mexican families to carry home leftovers. Brother Augusto said he would get us a copy of their songbook with chord markings so Pat can learn to accompany them on ukulele when we’re there. They were impressed with his Jake Shimabukuru piece.
Congratulations on impending great-grandmother-hood. Jason-the-spook has broken up with Anoreth, so I’ll just have to keep having my own children.
Nothing is as good as having grandchildren. You can love them, cuddle them, sleep with them and play with them, but when they are fussy or stinky, you can give them back to mom or dad. I love it!
I just don’t understand why grandkids weren’t born first; then we wouldn’t have to go through all those growing pains!
When I come to visit, I will expect to hear a lot of Pat’s ukulele expertise!
I’ll let my son know she’s available...