Ran five miles.
Drove 242 miles to defend my thesis.
Received a text from my sons requesting advice about what to do when the contents of the toilet, upon flushing it, come out between said toilet and the bathroom floor.
Realized I still hadn’t picked up more black satin.
Assured my editor that those four articles really will be done by next week.
Bought more black satin. And wax toilet rings. And bolts.
Did some interviews, found some more contacts.
Attended a informational meeting to decide whether or not I should agree to put my name on the ballot in November for PCO of O’Sullivan Dam 1. (I probably am, unless I can find someone else to do it.)
Finished altering my daughter’s prom dress. With minutes to spare. Literally.
This was at 5:59. And yes, in three inch heels, she really is 6’3″ tall.
At 6:02, her date arrived:
With a killer corsage:
And a very nice smile:
I think I like this kid. And it was a strange thing… to stand there, realizing that my daughter is a beautiful girl, and that I like her choice of young men (and not just because he’s leaving the country for two years in August, either!) and that relatively soon, we could be repeating this process, with a very different dress, in very different circumstances. Egad.
I was asked a month or so ago, if it was going to be hard, to let her go this fall. I laughed and said “No–she already left. We never see her anymore.”
But it was different, seeing her this way. Wonderful, and yet… well. You have either been in my shoes and know how it feels, or you don’t.
She really is leaving, isn’t she?