Wait, I just want to go over it. I think it’s because it’s so complicated I just want to reassure myself it all works.
- K,M and I fly to Massachusetts. My mother is having a big party.
- N drives down from Maine.
- N drives back up to Maine on her own.
- K, M and I fly to Pittsburgh to see K’s family.
- Later, N flies from Maine to Pittsburgh.
- K, M, N, and I drive from Pittsburgh to Ohio. I think we borrow K’s mother’s car, which means we probably should ship a bunch of stuff ahead of time. Something to think about.
- M moves in on the 21st. We hang around until 5 PM on the 22nd, at which point we are politely asked to leave.
- We spend that night at a hotel near the airport. Which brings to mind the other thing I have to do, which is make hotel reservations.
- K leaves early on the 23rd from Ohio. N and I hang around a bit in case we are needed to purchase something — a fan, some painters tape, who knows what. Or just to say goodbye again. Or not.
- N and I drive back to Pittsburgh. I drop N off at the airport. N flies back to Maine. I return the car.
- The next day, I take the bus to the airport and fly home.
It’s a little bit insane, but I think it all works.
I also managed to make all the Thanksgiving reservations, too, and it’s a good thing I did because they are already beginning to get expensive. Yuck.
I have not thought as far as Christmas, for the most part. Except that N wants to go to Spain.
Life is complicated, and it shows no signs of getting less complicated.
In other news, N and a friend took the sailboat out by themselves last weekend. That’s a good thing. Dear little sailboat. It’s a little tricky getting it back onto the mooring, but once you’ve done it you see that it’s not so hard.
M went trail riding last night. I think it was beautiful. They went out about 5:30 and were back about 8 — just at dusk. I’m sure it was beautiful — the moon was up and they were riding around in the hills near the stable. She’s never ridden outside of the arena before. I think it was really fun. It must be fun for the horses, too, don’t you think? And no one was eaten by a wildcat — another plus.
I love summer.