Last night, I walked Peaches* and then returned her to her people. It was a nice head clearing break for me after the back to back driving of the boys to schools.
On that note, Connor is eager and just fine, but I know I am unlikely to ever have him home for such a great stretch and that is a horrible thought until I clean up his room and find 83 empty water bottles**.
Griffin will probably worry me for the duration, although he is tough and sturdy and could live in the wilderness (as long as he had an ample supply of bottled water), because I worry that he fears asking for help when he needs it.
The drive to his school was fun and once there, the college did a great job of the move in. We met his roommate and the roommate's parents and were relieved that while Griff brought little, Brian brought many,many things - including three cases of bottled water.
The ride back was sad and a little awkward since the girlfriend is sad and worried and I just want to let it all be their business. But we did stop at the apple place and even if the apples came out of cold storage, they are better than any I've had in ages.
Mrs. P. was unable to walk with me because she had a house full of family. They suffered an unthinkable tragedy a few days ago when their great nephew died suddenly at the age of 14. The cause of his death was unknown at first, but now is being attributed to an enlarged heart.
When I returned Peaches, I was invited in and I ended up staying for a few hours, meeting the out of town relatives. Of course it turned out that Mrs. P.'s sister's daughter is an old friend; Mr. P.'s niece is married to a guy who lived next to Gary when they were growing up and Mrs. P.'s SIL's parents owned the house I lived in from 1962 - 1966.
This means that the great grandmother of the poor boy who just died, intervened when I was 5 and the block bully stated throwing rocks (which missed) and porch posts (which didn't and resulted in a bunch of stitches in my scalp) at me.
I keep finding these circles of connection and contentment and I am no longer surprised by any of it.
* I/we have determined that Peaches will stay with her people for the long term as Mrs. P. needs the comfort of that sweetheart. My help makes it all work and I'm good with that. There is now another neighbor fostering a larger poodle mix and the hard sell is on for me to think about adopting him. I'm tabling that thought for now.
** What is it with my children and the bottled water? They refuse to drink from a tap or home filtered. I stopped buying it for them ages ago and they buy their own (leaving Gary to profit from the bottle deposit) even though they worry about the environmental impact. It boggles and infuriates me.