Three of my four Texans headed back to their home state Monday morning. There is much to be done before the official start of school. You can see the Funny Grandson pretending to cry.

It wasn’t long ago that the tears were real, but he is almost fourteen now and has outgrown sobbing for his grandmother and the lake.

Five weeks of family time was such a gift. Daughter Nancy had a ball, despite coming down with bronchitis.

Amber was hit with Covid last week–diagnosed at Urgent Care–but no one else in the house became sick. We all felt terrible for her. And had no idea where it came from.

Will is still here and studying all day, every day, for his final test: English as a Second Language. He takes the 4.5 hour test in Spokane next Monday afternoon and then, to celebrate, we are taking him to the “Van Gogh Experience” and dinner.

He will fly back to Texas July 31st. He has a 2nd grade classroom to decorate and teacher meetings begin August 8.

My freezer is emptier, which is lovely. My pantry counter is, too. We won’t run out of groceries any time soon, but I am happy that everyone ate so much. Having a teenaged boy here meant that food disappeared at a steady pace.

This grandmother was pleased to feed him.

We’re sorry it’s over, but grateful to have been together for so long. How lucky we are!