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Still don't know

The lad has called me three times this week. That seems to be the SOP for finals week. He needs moral support because he is exhausted and can’t wait until it’s over. He gets to whine a little bit and I get to make soothing sounds and tell him he can do it. That lasts for a day and a half and then he needs some more. I’m happy to oblige.

This afternoon is his last final for the semester and then his thoughts will turn to...."When the heck can I come home?” Good question. It hasn’t come up much in conversation this week. He doesn’t have room in his brain to think about it yet. By 5 PM this afternoon, I suspect the phone wires will be burning up.

But we still don’t know what to do with him. The weather is not cooperating particularly well. We have a small window of opportunity between now and the start of the next storm tomorrow night, which, depending on who’s forecasting, may deliver up with a foot or more of snow or rain or sleet and freezing rain. At least, along the coast. Interior areas are going to be a whole lot worse.

So, I suppose much will depend on how desperate he sounds tonight and how that plays on my heart strings. Renting a larger vehicle is not out of the question, by any means. I’d really rather not, actually, but, as I say, it depends. I am a soft touch when it comes to this kid. But we knew that.

Posted on 12/14/07 at 12:16 PM
 




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