It's late, and I should be in bed. It's been busy, Samuel and Grace and baby Grant left this morning, and I miss them already.
Here's something interesting: my oldest and my youngest, Emily Anne and Camille Anaya, 33 and 10. They are 23 years apart, and Em and I are 19 years apart, ha.
And here is me with Sonja K.
I feel like my kids all look different from each other, but when I am in a pic with just one, we look alike.
Anyway. This fine afternoon, when those three high school girls got off the bus, we went shopping, just to one store, because I was going to buy them new sandals. We did not the sandals, but I had a 30 percent off coupon, plus a $15 off of $50 coupon, so we got a few other things. I found a few shirts for less than five dollars, a couple of beach towel, they found shorts, and a shirt for Jon. (I looked in the ad when I got home, and dang it, it was the last day of the sandal sale, and it mentioned they were in the accessories dept., which is why we didn't find them with the shoes. dang it.)
We were going to head home, but they were hungry. I suggested going to the store and looking for something yummy to go home and make, but naaaahhhh, they weren't enthused. I didn't feel much like that either, so I suggest McDonalds, which may lack in nutrition, but it makes up for it in price, ha. They didn't mind having burgers and fries and nuggets and ice waters for dinner. I had four nuggets, then made keto cheese crackers at home to eat while we watched Jeopardy!.
We've been washing clothes and starting to pack for Florida. I dropped the van off at the place in town to get the oil changed, and a check up, to be reasonably sure it will make it the 2,400 mile round trip to Florida and back.
Here's a funny thing: On Sunday, Evelyn and I took a store run, we were out of milk and bread and bananas, and running low on eggs and kitty food. On the way home, we decided to stop at the auto scrap yard, The Pick and Pull. Now, I have never been to the Pick and Pull before, but we lost the little plastic button that you push to lower the driver's side window, and it only works if you stick the arm of a certain pair of sunglasses into it, and sometimes it gets cranky and doesn't want to go back up properly. So Ev and I go inside, and I proceed to explain to the guy there that the do-hicky thingy on the door doesn't work and we have to use sunglasses in the little thingy to get the window to go up and down...and all the guys in there are staring at us. They sent us out into the snowy junk yard to find a matching Town and Country van, and we had no tools. But we are smart girls. We found the vehicle, after trudging down a few rows, and when my BigLots discount card wouldn't pry the button off, Ev found a pen cap that worked. We were right proud of ourselves. I mean, an older gentleman inside that Pick and Pull asked us if were were "parts-pullers", and I replied, "Yes. Yes we are." He seemed impressed.
Anyway. Evelyn installed that replacement button right on our missing spot, and voila! The window still didn't work. It didn't work until I was halfway down the highway to town, to bring that van in for it's check up, when that window rolled all the way down all by itself.
I told the guy at Main St. that I don't much care now whether the window gets fixed to go up and down, I just want it back up, and to stay up while I'm driving.
I just hope it's not too pricey. Older vehicles are money pits.
Next week: Florida. Sunshine. Ahhhhhh. The bad thing is that it's going to be almost ninety, and I am going to melt all over. In a huge puddle. ha. poor me, right?
I'm tired. Paul is still in Boston, and I am still staying up too late reading. Maeve Binchy is one of my favorites, and especially now having been to Ireland, I know some of the places in the books...:) Morning comes early, and tomorrow it's Anne and Lydia...:)