Well, where’s da bacons?
Good morning.
Laundry is done, but the shirts are waiting to be hung up. Several things are lined up for today, but not until later.
The bed is made and my face is combed but my head still needs to be cleaned and have some moisturizer put on it.
Both kids were in touch yesterday, which is good. Only the Son called, not the Daughter. We talked about 45 minutes. He’s not going to visit his friend in CA. Seems the cost just to fly to Redding is more than from Little Rock to Vegas RT.
He’s also not going to use the shuttle balance, so I’ve lost that because they don’t refund. AND, he doesn’t want to ride in the BB SUV! Make me cry. He’s going to rent a car, so I guess at that point, I can get the stuff out of the car and get the title ready for the new owner, whoever that is.
I was exhausted yesterday, and didn’t realize it. I knew I was making myself go to church (I’m glad I did because of the announcements) but when I got home, it was all I could do to make it it noon before heading down the hall.
Thinking, of course, that I would get some extra z’s, like in a nap, I was ready to give it up. Then text messages. Almost alseep again and the phone rang. Unngh. But that was OK, too, because.
Life is just one thing after another, isn’t it?
I have a list of foods and stuff to buy for the campout and another list of things to prep. The payoff is that if I work hard for a couple of days, I don’t have to do any cooking at the campsite.
Bill the Son responded to threat of my phoning him and “talking like Grandmama.” He texted that he has plans with his friends for next weekend and won’t be joining us on the trip. “I’ve been in a phase of not answering texts and emails,” said the totally Milennial youth.
We aren’t pressuring any of the young adults to go on these trips - just offering and expecting a yes or no.
Congrats on the laundry!