Tomorrow I drive Matt back to Hipster College for his second year at school.
A few days ago I was checking out at the market when I overheard a lady behind me sharing with her cashier how much more difficult it is to take her son, who is going into his second year of college like Matt, to school this time. I turned around to see the lady and our eyes met. I told her I was about to bring my son for his second year too. She asked me if it was harder than the first time, I nodded, and we said in unison "This time we know they don't need us."
In other news, Evan is (thankfully) not playing football this fall. He's playing water polo instead. The poor thing comes home every day from practice with red swollen eyes from all of the chlorine. The chlorine is so irritating to him that his nose runs and runs too.
I found a workshop in a printing technique that sounded pretty freaking exciting to me. I immediately tried to sign up for it , only to be told that I was the only one who wanted to sign up for it, and that they were probably going to cancel the class.