Yet another bag; Little Sunshine is bemused by this outpouring of baggery. I also made, but failed to photograph, a fully reversible furoshiki style lunchbag for niece Supergirl, who moves out of her parents’ home and into her college dorm room tomorrow. Tomorrow! Poor Hoe and husband Handy Andy have that whipped dog look that goes with a daughter starting college, another daughter starting high school, and a son starting junior high–all in the same week. It’s sobering.
Not as sobering, though, as Tuxedo Boy’s discovery that last year after we dropped him off at school, Joan and I met Hoe and Handy Andy for breakfast, teary-eyed nostalgia, and commiseration. He was outraged. “Apparently, it is fine for you to go and have coffee and tea, and pesto roll after pesto roll, while I have to sit in school. This is not fair. Not fair at all. But it doesn’t matter what’s fair to me, apparently. No, you just go and drink coffee and tea and eat pesto rolls in a restaurant while I am in school.”
I wonder if all kids picture their parents as wallowing recklessly in sybaritic bliss whenever the kids’ eyes are off them. School, invented so that my son won’t interfere with my orgies of coffee, tea, and pesto rolls.
Please note that the fabulous new image at the top of the page is courtesy of our houseguest and genius Fran Overall, who took it on my very own road. The enclave in which we dwell is about a mile from the left edge of the screen in this photo. Thanks, Fran! I changed images up top; here are two of Fran’s incredible pictures of our place instead. Thanks again, Fran!