He headed out in some of the fun clothes my sister sent, using the backpack my mom got him, with the lunch I packed for him. Being 14, I'm sure he's too self-absorbed to feel all the love those things represent, but it's there nonetheless. My prayers are following him throughout the day – that it will be a good day for him, that he will meet some upstanding kids to make friends with, that he will be an upstanding kid, that his instructors will be positive influences in his life, that he will engage with his subjects and apply himself. I know his grandparents are all praying for him, too. He's in good hands; I keep reminding myself of that.
A friend asked what I will do with myself now. Ha! What I have always done – try to keep up with all the responsibilities in my life. After Rick and Brian left, I picked prunes, then apples in the cool of the morning. When a five-gallon bucket bucked me off while I was reaching for higher fruit and I landed flat on my back, I decided to sit down in the grass to EAT that hard-won apple and enjoy the view.
(name that movie– one of my favorites).
The apples are beautiful this year; plentiful and practically bug-free. Seems a shame turn them all into sauce and pie filling, but we will enjoy them that way through the winter and spring.
That's it for today from . . .