I haven't posted anything here in a week and the entire blog format has changed. I hate change.  If I want something different, it's usually because something doesn't work, I know what doesn't work, I figure out why it doesn't work and I change it myself.

this is like waking up and discovering that someone remodeled your kitchen while you slept.

After you get used to it, you may decide you love it but right now, all you know is

YOU CAN'T FIND THE COFFEE.

So it sucks.

One thing that hasn't changed is the spellcheck; it still sucks.  For instance, it doesn't recognize the word 'blog'.

Or 'spellcheck'.   Does that even make sense??

The last week has been unseasonably warm.  It's been up in the high sixties, which is about 20 degrees above normal for early November.

No, this does not prove Climate Change.  The weather in this part of the world has ALWAYS been prone to wild temperature changes.  About seventy years ago, we had a snow storm here in town that dropped about six feet of snow on the city in 24 hours.

That storm was not proof of climate change, either.  It was just a big-ass blizzard.

I've taken advantage of the sunny, warm weather and walked around the lake every chance I could. The forecast is for the weather to change dramatically by the end of the week (which would be now) and we could have several inches of snow by tomorrow morning.

Nearly seventy degrees on Wednesday, Snow on Sunday.

That's normal November in Minnesota.  Has been for the fifty years of my experience.

Zack and Josie are sick of the beautiful weather.  they both just want the weather to quit teasing us and for winter to get it over with and attack.

I don't.

I say every nice day is a gift to be appreciated.  Winter is coming, there's no way to avoid it but the longer it waits to show up, the shorter it will be.  Sure, it may hang on till the middle of May but it might not.


Zack found an apartment.

He and his buddy, Tyler, will be moving in on December first.  Actually, Zack said he probably won't move all his stuff till school's over, around the eighth.  Either way, he's going.

I know it's time; he's twenty one, he's got a job and he's chomping at the bit to get out on his own but I will miss him.  It's not like when Ty moved out at 19.  First of all, Ty moved into my folk's house and I still had three kids at home.

It's not like when Katie moved out at 18; she went away to school and for four years I was able to live with the illusion that she still really lived here.  It wasn't till she started law school that she actually had a different address.

And anyway, I still had two kids at home.

But now Zack is leaving.  Zack is bigger than the other two, not just physically;  he has a ton of presence.  Unlike the others, if Zack is home, you know he's there.  He's not a 'sit in my room, quietly doing whatever' kind of guy.  He talks a lot, about everything from books, movies, tv shows, politics, sports...he's interested and therefore interesting.

And he cooks.

The other night I decided to make a pasta dish he concocted and no sooner had I got the water boiling than he came in and took over and made the sauce.  It was to die for.

And now he's leaving and I'll only have Josie left.

Man, I'm glad we had Josie.

For years now, Jay and I have looked at each other and said "Wow, if we'd stopped at Tyler and Katie, we'd be empty nesters now!"  When we say that, it's not in a rueful way.  It's more in a 'Thank God we brought our own lifeboat' on the cruise way.

But now I can see the time we forestalled for eleven years; three years till Josie graduates.  She'll probably go away to school like Katie did and I'll be able to pretend for a while that she still lives here, but she'll be out there; in the Great World.

It's all okay.

I'll get used to it.

I may even have grand kids by then, even though they'll most likely be down in Texas.  

Three years is a long time when you're young.  I could have lots of grandkids by then.

Maybe I'll even be used to this stupid new format.

 

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