I’m resigned to looking like my children’s grandmother.
I feel like my son’s mother a lot these day, and yes, some days, when life throws me curve balls, I feel like his grandmother.
Hopefully, he’ll leave early enough today so that he doesn’t have to wait for the train, like he did the last time he came to pick me up. I reminded him yesterday to leave at 0830 so that wouldn’t happen. If he doesn’t have to wait for a train, it’s about seven minutes between places. Otherwise, it could be up to 15.
Church was good, though FS was sneezing as soon as I got in the car. He’s been around my perfume most of his life until he moved out, so what’s the deal? Anyway, it was a nice service, and I wore red, white and blue.
I thought there would be more people with those colors, since there are a lot of military-types in the ward, but not so much. He complimented me on my choice of dress today, which he never does.
And we went in the VW! :o])