Deborah Woehr

My family and I moved into our new home last Saturday, although we still have various odds and ends to pick up at the old house. It was strange waving at my mother-in-law (the original owner of the house) as she drove away to her new home. For years, it was her standing on the front walkway, waving at us as we drove away. I still feel like a guest, even though our things are sitting in this house.

I took today and tomorrow off. Today was my oldest son’s junior high orientation. I told him at lunch that I couldn’t believe that he is in junior high already. He can’t believe it, either.

My youngest son isn’t going to be able to go to the school that we had hoped for. The school district informed us that he’s the only one on the waiting list, which I find totally assinine. In the meantime, he’s going to have to go to school three miles away in the seediest part of this area. I’m hoping he’ll be transferred soon.