Walking up with tongue blisters from SweeTarts Sours is no fun. Coffee isn’t as good – nothing is as good. Not even more SweeTarts…. Wait a minute. Never mind that last one. 
After having told me he really loves windstorms, Ethan noticed a back portion of the fence had been blown down. This sucks. We have a dog (Annie) who thinks she is Christopher Columbus (the explorer – not the decimator of a peoples), Still, it was a good reason to call the landlord and the handyman (whom I never called about the side- deck collapsing). I left a note in a plastic bag for the neighbors, letting them know I called the landlord. These neighbors are the same neighbors who lost a tree a month or so ago.
I noticed that driving through puddles is the grown-up version for jumping in puddles. Large waves of water fanning from the car like the wings of bald-eagles (note my patriotism there). 
At work, I got a call from the head of the home-school. I’ll have to talk to Swerner, but it seems that home-school won’t work for Ethan and I’m not sure what to do about other options.
Got home to my Boy who was cooking dinner. We ate, then bonded over the next episode of OJ. I would have never guessed twenty-three years ago as I watched this story unfold with the rest of America that I’d be watching (some of) it with my son (he isn’t that interested). I love that kid. Girl gets home tomorrow from her immersion trip in San Francisco – the one I chaperoned last year. I miss her so much.
Pictures: Little tiny pond almost flooding its bank; Eagle wings
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