As I'm typing, my oldest son is cooking dinner -- in my kitchen -- while my three-year-old granddaughter naps on the sofa and her older sister unpacks and hangs their clothes. The three of them got into town early this morning, and we had planned to go to the beach. Unfortunately it's been raining most of the day. It's still raining. Instead, we went out to lunch. Afterwards, my son and youngest granddaughter napped; the older one and I went to get mani/pedis. The nail salon is closed on Mondays. So we went shopping and I bought her three shirts (and the saleslady thought I was her mom rather than her grandmother). I blew up a fluorescent bulb in my car trying to take it in to the hardware store to buy a replacement and got the glass and powder all over me and my car.
I know I'm rambling. My point (to the extent that I have one) is that even though everything isn't working out exactly as we had hoped, we're having a pretty good time, and it's only the first day of my family's week-long visit. Tonight my middle son and his girlfriend are coming over and we're having a mini-birthday party for my little granddaughter, since we weren't with her to celebrate. My scoring shift for tomorrow was canceled due to low essay volume, so we're going to try the beach trip again in the morning. We're going to hope for no rain -- although there is a new storm building in the Atlantic that might mess things up by the end of the week. Maybe we can get in a nice day or two.
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