Ain't it Good to be Back Home Again
Charlottesville smells so good. Josh and I made it back from PA around 6:30 last night, and as soon as we got into the city, it smelled so pretty. I think it is a honeysuckle smell, but I can't find honeysuckle anywhere when I'm walking outside. Anyway...it was a fun, tiring week/weekend in PA. It was good to be home with my parents and to see Gram and some friends from New Castle. Grant and Sarah had a lovely wedding - both of them looked great and had a blast dancing the night away. Being a bridesmaid is tough work sometimes...especially when you get an up-do that requires 93 bobby pins. Special thanks to EAP for helping to unleash the beast at the end of the day. We had a grand time with the old grovers. We managed to hit all the old places, including Rachel's for some pretzels and shuffleboard, as well as Leesburg Falls. I'm so thankful for the friends we have from college and am exceedingly happy that we've all been able to keep in touch and visit via the occasional Grover wedding.
I started my nanny job today. Eli is a cute little boy. He eats healthy food like tofu, beans, lentils, advocados, etc. It's pretty funny. I think this will be a good job. He's a scheduled child, which I love. He takes regular naps and has a bedtime. Between this job and my fellowship I will be pretty busy this summer.
In other un-exciting and un-eventful news, Mr. Moses Jones went on a diet starting today. He is too fat. I hope he doesn't get mad at me for it, but I don't want to end up with a diabetic cat someday.
This post is rather un-sociological, so perhaps later this week I will post about my thoughts on prisons that Joshua had the honor of hearing on our way through Staunton yesterday. For now, there is house-wifing to do.
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I'm so glad you're enjoying the Eli. He sounds darling. Plus, a child raised on lentils and beans? Gotta be some good fart stories. You should totally try to make him say "flatulated." K's cousin said that to me once (at age 2, no less), and I laugh out loud TO THIS DAY whenever I think of it. Kids + Vulgarity = Hilarity!
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