Dixon worked all night, but interrupted his day’s sleep to take Brian to the first of three soccer games this weekend. My sister, Jane, who flies in at noon, will take him to # 2, and Sara will take him to # 3 tomorrow morning. If they make the playoffs, we will all do rock paper scissors to see who has to drive.
Emily and Danny are at Ecole du Samedi – the Saturday school for French expats – and they’ll be there until just in time for lunch.
Sam and his friends are walking in the Walk for Life, a fundraising walk for a local crisis pregnancy center, at Freedom Park. I didn’t know until this morning that he was doing this… 14 year old boys never fail to mystify me.
So George and I are here, and since both of us are quiet people, it’s practically silent in my house. We’re taking advantage of the empty space and the solitude to practice standing up.
And falling down. And standing up again. George never seems to get discouraged. Maybe I should learn from his example 🙂 .
Tomorrow is Conformation. Monday is George’s surgery. Perhaps I need to take advantage of the quiet while it lasts, because it might not be quiet around here again for a LONG time!