Airborne

So, 48 hours from right now I will be winging my way toward Atlanta, with my final destination in North Carolina. Lawrence and I are going to visit a high school friend who I haven't seen in 8 years but who was always patiently waiting in the background and whenever we did connect on e-mail, blog or phone, it was as if we were neighbors.  She is pregnant with her fourth (final?) little one and so I just impulsively bought a plane ticket.

Not at all like me!  First, voluntarily flying - unusual.  Second, it's the first thing I've put on a credit card in 6 years.   Crazy. Now it is here, we head up to the airport hotel tomorrow after work and it's hard to believe I am actually going.  I think it will be great but I am nervous, and not just about the flight.  This is someone who hasn't really seen me since high school.  How much have I changed? Will we get along as well in person still?  Will Lawrence feel comfortable or retreat into not-so-socially-acceptable behaviors? 

Deep breaths, it's supposed to be a vacation after all!  I am excited about everything except the plane.

Two birds with one stone, or seven mice

The trundle is finally gone.  We've had a hard time getting rid of anything Mike's dad gave us to get started, but slowly it is happening.  It's a sign of success to move past the hodgepodge of hand-me-downs and thrift store purchases to a more consciously chosen grouping.  The living room was first and looks great.  Now I am working on Lawrence's room.

Mike built Lawrence this amazing loft bed back when we first moved to Albany.  We actually set the whole trundle, wheels and all, on top. It worked okay but put him really close to the ceiling.  Two weeks ago I put the trundle frame and mattress on freecycle and away it went.  Then Lawrence had a slat frame with no mattress, and nowhere to sleep (awesome planning, I know).

So this past weekend Mike cut a plywood board (sanded edging and everything) and I built a mattress.  That's right, I bought a zippable mattress cover and filled it full of all the extra blankets and comforters around the house that we just can't bear to part with.  Voila!  Organization and, according to Lawrence, the softest bed EVER.

I am lucky to have Mike to help with all my crazy DIY projects.  Plus, he sets and clears the mousetrap (ick) since little mickey and his pals moved in after the hoarder next door was forced to clean her garage out.  He is a wicked trapper and all warmed up for hunting season after 7 kills....

Bad news by e-mail

I don't know how I feel about delivering bad news by e-mail.  Mike got an e-mail from OSU today saying he hadn't been selected for Pharmacy School in the Fall.  He has been bracing for this for weeks since he wasn't selected for the first round of interviews, but it still sucks.  Now he is just waiting on Pacific and I half hope they turn him down so we don't have to move.  There is always next year.