| Serenade for strings |
[28 Aug 2010|12:58pm] |
It's been decided, though not by me, that come next week my daughter will be heading to San Diego for college. Feels a bit strange not knowing she'd even applied, let alone how she's making tuition, but if she hasn't volunteered to say I'm not about to ask. Doubt my kitchen could take another fight.
So here I am, listening to her pack upstairs and counting the hours 'till my next shift. Funny how we spend eighteen years waiting for them to leave and yet when they do, we feel as lost as newborn chicks.
Or maybe I'm alone in that.
Still. I've unearthed my mother's Dvorak and Janacek and made kibbeh with fuul for lunch. I'm feeling all kinds of out of place today.
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[21 Aug 2010|07:40pm] |
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[21 Aug 2010|07:38pm] |
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GMT + 1 | Threading preferred | ooc aim : indioswetrust
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