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Look who came for dinner! And the weekend! Only I gave his room away! That’s what happens when you go to college!
Weston is home for the weekend, though he’s only staying here tonight. Tomorrow, Kelly Walker and her art student are arriving, so tomorrow night he will suffer (ha) and spend the night at his girlfriend’s house before returning to that awful place, college, for another week. (He has no car. But his cousin, Madison, who is a sophmore at WVU, has a car, so he always has a ride home.) I’m pretty sure he came home to see his beloved, not me, and also to get stuff. You know, like towels. And who knows what else. He said, “I’m taking a LOT OF STUFF.” And he was eyeing my kitchen. I shall take stock after he leaves and replenish.
He’s planning to come back Labor Day weekend, also, though he will not be staying here at all then as I will have a houseful with teachers for the retreat. He will, however, be here for the Party on the Farm and acting as the “valet” up and down the driveway for party guests. So those of you coming to the party, when you get in the car with him, be sure to ask him how he’s enjoying college. Or maybe not. He might throw you over the hill.
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[AND, if he'd go to the dentist for regular teeth cleaning the dentist will GIVE him a new toothbrush. Sigh!] When he was in college instead of across town, I’m sure I fed him and his roommates for a week when he left to go back to school. No potato chip bad or jar of nuts was safe. A mother’s work never ends even when the kids move away.