I just put my no-longer sick 11-year-old on a bus. For a three hour bus ride. To Outdoor School.
What is Outdoor School, you might ask. Here is a simple formula:
Summer Camp - Summer = Outdoor School.
So take all of your fun outdoor activities of summer camp, but do them prematurely in late winter/early spring, in the Pacific Northwest, with an expected high temp of 53 degrees and scattered showers, and you've got Outdoor School. Fun? Yeah right.
Last night, I resigned myself to the fact that she'd be going, because she has had a good 24-hour stretch of being not sick. I even started to look forward to the quiet and the solitude. With (step-daughter) Erinna at her mom's house, this would leave Tim and I Home Alone for three days. For the first time in... 11 years.
10 pm, the phone rings. It's my son, Taylor, calling to *surprise* me with the news that is is currently on the road from Santa Barbara, heading my way, for a visit. Until Friday. True story.
Taylor. The Man Child. Why yes, that is a nose ring.
PS: What empty nest?