Things aren't going well with the 10-Thing Kitchen Challenge, and I can understand why. But this isn't just an academic exercise for me.
Next Thursday Gailor and I are going to pack up her car (actually I'm hoping her father will do the packing) and head for Evanston, Ill. I'll fly back Saturday night. ...
If you remember, she came home for the summer before she started business school because her lease ran out in LA and the company she has been working for is based here.
Lately she's been talking a lot about microeconomics when we go on our morning walk, so I know the end is near. I'm very sad. Although there are certain advantages, like not having to hide the chocolate anymore.
I'm trying hard not to take it personally that she got into Anderson (in southern California) but chose instead to go to Kellogg (near Chicago). You know how I feel about winter.
Anyway, I'm not going through a move like we went through in LA, so I'm trying to convince her that student housing with an apartment mate is not like having your own apartment, and she needs to pare down. I'm telling her tonight she can only take 10 things for the kitchen, six of which will be for me when I visit: the microwave, the toaster, the sharp knife, a tea cup, a spoon and the teapot.
I'm only afraid she'll laugh at me and say, "Sorry, Mom. I'm only taking five things for the kitchen. You'll have to leave one of those behind."
