Beach

Today we're taking the dog to the beach. We're taking ourselves, too. DD graduated from high school, turned 18, and is now touring Tuscan Italy with her orchestra. HH told me he's taking a walk before we go, but I hear him tinkering out in the shop. This happens a lot. With the best of intentions, he steps out the back door only to be sucked in by the lure of the shop. Well, here I am, meaning only to update my book list, but I, too, have gotten distracted. OK, I'm going now. I just love this graduation photo HH took when DD and her friends threw their hats in the air.

Are We Ready?

I'm a little concerned that I keep forgetting things, dropping things, losing things. Am I OK? I practice, but as soon as I learn a new thing, I forget an old thing. Do I like the dog better than the cat. She is an obnoxious cat. DD will gradutate Monday. If she can remember to get all her things done. She doesn't sound worried, so I'm not worried. I heard them talking about all the tons of students who also don't have their things all done yet. She did check with someone that said it would be OK to finish up those things tomorrow. One of her teachers told her class to remember family is for life, and friends are just temporary. She wondered why he gave such an odd speach. Well, he knows what teenagers are like. My BFF in high school (who is still a friend) used to say every day "I hate my mother." She loves her dear sweet mother, and it didn't take a whole year away at college before she realized it. What else am I on about? Can't think in a row for long enough to finish a thought, so bye y'all.