I started another blanket. A big chunky one this time, with ribbing, the kind you see in catalogs. The kind that cost too much and you think "I can make that", but 1/3 of the way through, there is a moment when you realize it may end up costing more than if you just ordered the darn thing.
We drove down to Santa Barbara to drop the boy off at University. I brought lots of tissue. The girls came too and we made a mini vacation out of it, so there was plenty of family drama, laughing, arguing, eating out, and generally enjoying each others company. However, I'm not sure my son enjoyed the moment when there were 4 other adults crammed in his dorm room helping him unload his stuff, make his bed and telling him where things should go. I bet he wanted to tell us where we could go, but hey, that's how we roll, and memories are made. The view from his dorm is a lovely little lagoon. How lucky is that? At the last minute he added a volleyball class. When in Rome....
Back at home, I'm wandering around the house like a lost puppy. There is now less laundry, less grocery shopping, no sports on TV, no teenage boys in the pool and in my pantry. More quiet time. Weird. (Also my little cat died 2 weeks ago, right after we lost the dog, so we are down to one pet). It's going to take some getting used to, this calm, quiet house.
I know what you're thinking. More time for quilting and playing with yarn!
Yeah. Change is good.