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This week my daughter and husband both went back to school. He is starting organic chem. She is starting 11th grade.

All summer you could hear outside music and the sounds of children.Those little voices carry. And there have been cookouts on the sidewalk in front of our building, and kids playing ball.

Today it was dead quiet. I went back to sleep after I walked Hazel, and woke confused with my ears stuffed with silence. So strange.

C is going to have a tough year I think. They are starting the whole college advisory process. I am going to try to be a good participant in that. Much as I dislike dragging out to the school, I know I need to do it. She also has an internship somewhere this year, as part of grade requirements. And there will be a full class schedule, and madated testing.

She and Mike can do homework together. He is excited today becuase he got to play with a mass spec machine. He says that his final practical exam will consist of taking a beaker of unknown stuff and seperating it into componant parts. They will be graded on how much they have left. It sounds like something out of Harry Potter!

So here is me-- feeling just a little left behind. There is something wistful about this time of year anyway.Everything uprooting, dying changing, migrating. New colors. New voices. I am alternatley restless and immobile. I  find that I have a tug in my chest, as if I could fly, but have forgotten how.

How are all of you?


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Sep. 5th, 2014 11:08 am (UTC)
It's a bit different here, because we notice the increase in activity, traffic and the like at school start and close times.

But it's certainly a wistful season.
Sep. 5th, 2014 02:08 pm (UTC)
Perhps you can persue some new avenue yourself? Learn to knit or take a cooking class or try yoga,etc.?

I have no one in my family 'back to school', and haven't for a few years, but I miss the 'gearing up' feelings of the season. The girl I nanny has just started 7th. grade at a posh school in Boston, so I get a taste,still, meeting her bus in the afternoon. Her brother has also just started a posh school and yesterday he lost his bag on the MBTA!! OI. I don't miss THAT!!
Sep. 5th, 2014 03:34 pm (UTC)
Did a lot of hard work clearing out old stuff from our attic. It was exhausting but also very satisfying.

I kept the cat alive during my parent's absence. She thanked me with killing a plant and being noisy.

Social wellfare income dropped down to nearly nothing. But with a good deal of luck I will be employed again in October.

A final lawn mowing today and then - on Monday I'm off to meet dear nodbear in England and stay there for three whole weeks! YAY!

We will see Martin Freeman in Richard III., visit Baker Street and Didcot again together with a friend from abroad. Paris is on our list too! I predict it's going to be marvellous!

Loved your description of you could fly, but have forgotten how. Sometimes it's simply stupid, but then - life goes on.

Re-reading old fics helps sometimes. Enjoy the autumn colours!!!
Sep. 5th, 2014 08:52 pm (UTC)
Make sure your hubby does his homework every evening. You know how bzoys are.
Sep. 5th, 2014 10:43 pm (UTC)
I find that I have a tug in my chest, as if I could fly, but have forgotten how.
Oh! I know exactly that feeling! I've known it all my life but have never known how to put it into words. You've captured it perfectly.

I hope M&C get on well at school and you find time to write.
Sep. 6th, 2014 03:06 pm (UTC)
well anteros has said it -you have captured it exactly

and I think we feel it for a long time but it intensifies with mid life = as we all seem to be saying ;0

There is such beauty in the Autumn but it always has that edge of awareness of how fragile life is

but I too hope that the year goes well for you all = and that the gradual moving on of the other's studies makes room for your own and your writing :)
Sep. 7th, 2014 07:00 am (UTC)
Good luck to your daughter, and to your husband; and to you.
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