<p>I’m excited for you, DTE, on the starting school front. </p>
<p>Missy, hope you’re ready to enjoy a rest after the dual move! If for any reason you don’t immediately love the empty nest, we’ll send the bus over for a little argarita therapy.</p>
<p>Crazy weekend here…never even ended up making it to the party Saturday despite valiant efforts.</p>
<p>First, my “weekend” sandals broke. Had time to run out and get a new pair. Simultaneously, mcson’s gf’s bus was an hour late, and she’d missed her connection in a city about an hour away. So he was headed to go collect her.</p>
<p>Then discovered that ate Friday night, the old rattan couch by the firepit that I had lovingly sanded and repainted earlier this year broke beyond repair. Since people were coming to see mcgf off who’d like to use the fire pit, I rushed out and found a new outdoor sofa frame…and then discovered my kayak strapping belts were not in the car to tie it to the roof rack. McH had to come to the store with them. He was not thrilled with my plan to ail this new couch in my stubborn quest for outdoor seating…but we were still going to be able to make the party.</p>
<p>Through this there were a flurry of texts from my friend who was staying over and using our Place for staging for her triathlon team that was doing the iron (our house is on the route).</p>
<p>So while mch is driving behind me with cardboard tearing off and flying in front of his windshield… He gets a phone call from mcson saying “HELP.”</p>
<p>Mcson has dropped his car keys down a sewer grate. Cannot retrieve them. Is stranded with his exhausted gf in the sweltering heat in the roughest part of town in another city.</p>
<p>Our friends having the party, of course, live another hour away the opposite direction ;)</p>
<p>So after a mad search, we find what we think might be the spare key to the jeep, and I truck off to save the day, and mch calls his friend and explains our last minute absence. His friend says he believes him because “you couldn’t possibly make this **** up” ;)</p>
<p>Saturday night was a little smoother. Friends staying for triathlon got organized and settled. Mcson’s group got suitably drunk and in mcson’s case, quite emo, but nothing that was not generally expected giving that mcgf is saying her farewells. i stay up drinking with the kids far too late considering I have to be on a boat by six a.m. to help support the swim portion of the triathlon…but manage to make it.</p>
<p>By comparison, Sunday was downright fun
More folks over for dinner, swimming, and general visiting with mcgf, who leaves this a.m. to do her final packing for a Thursday flight home. Its clear to me mcson is putting on his game face but is deeply sad about the imminent geographical separation. I wish someone would hurry up and invent teleportation ;)</p>