Talk about your last-minute packers. That's my son. It's 10 a.m. on the day he and his father will be leaving to drive him back to college in Texas. Has anything been packed? Heck no. Plus, the gas tank is empty and the car is still sporting summer's accumulation of debris. (Think wrinkled beach towels, football, basketball, volleyball, golf clubs, assorted food wrappers, receipts, stray shoes, half-empty water bottles, etc.)
"Not a problem, Mom." "It will only take an hour, Mom." "What's the big deal?" These are just a few of the comments from the last few days whenever I raise the subject of "Shouldn't you be packing ..."
Plans are to leave at 3 p.m. to knock out a chunk of the 23-hour, 1,500-mile slog from Southern California to East Texas. The good news is it's 11 a.m. and sonny-boy has started sorting through the stacks of clothes I piled on the balcony railing before crawling into bed at 1 a.m. For weeks I'd been asking him to help me sort through his overflowing closet for Goodwill castoffs. Guess that's not happening.
Oh, did I mention sonny-boy still has to have lunch today with a nameless friend from high school? I'll pause now and go take my blood pressure medicine. Maybe I should double up today ;-)
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