It seems light years ago when this little letter writing enterprise got going. It’s odd for me to compare and contrast the letters of recent times versus those from years ago. That was then, and this is now. Things have evolved from simply filling idle time for Ellen and Reid to becoming a somewhat deeper descriptor of life’s ebb and flow. I suppose that is the way of all things. You change with the times or the times change you, one of the two.
January 18, 2004
EB and Reid:
So, Reid, you’re a Phi Psi (sp?) now? Well, that’s just great as long as you don’t come home giving us secret handshakes and the like. Butler is a good spot for that because it’s not so big that you don’t see other kids you are already friends with. Just don’t wear striped ties (rep ties, they call them) and penny loafers around campus all the time.
Whew, enough of Orlando already. It was cold and rainy a lot of the time, which made things just miserable. Thank goodness we bought that umbrella during our “brief” layover in the Chicago because I parked one day and walked about half a mile in the POURING RAIN to the convention center. The lower half of me was just soaked. I left puddles of water in the convention center. The day before I’d taken the shuttle bus from the hotel (a real flea trap) and it took me 90 minutes to go less than 2 miles. So I thought I’d beat the rush by parking the rental car and walking. Right. They had 110,000 attendees at the home builder show. Never did get by Disney or Universal. Enclosed are a few trinkets they gave away by the thousands.
Thus, today I am a zombie. Just staring at the computer screen even though there is work to do. Very tired. Exhausted. Sat next to a very large man – very large – out of Orlando Monday morning. A nice enough guy (from Ft. Wayne, IN), but he took up some space, if you know what I mean. Never, ever accept a center seat if you can help it. Always ask for exit row aisles when you check in.
How is 2nd grade, Ellen? A little calmer, one would hope. I’ll bet there’s a big difference between the two grades. What school are you in and where is it?
Scooter seems to be rebounding a bit. That cruise week took something out of him. But his appetite is slowly coming back. But he’s just an old dog.
By now Jeff is getting schooled in Italian. He’s going to want a good old fashioned cheeseburger and fries by the time it’s all said and done. Pasta is great, but every day, all day? He’ll have a lot of fun. Ciao!
We have reservations in Indy at the Embassy Suites (I think that’s it, isn’t it?) for graduation weekend. Nonnie will come with us, Grandma and Grandpa will drive separately.
Well, that’s enough for now. I’m bleary eyed and just trying to hit the right keys. Be good, have fun, do the right thing.