Way back in the 80’s, I couldn’t afford to live in the dorms at college so I commuted from home. For about 2 years my Mom and I were both living there but our schedules were such that we hardly ever saw each other. Our method of communication was leaving notes on the fridge for the other to read whenever they got a chance.All of this was before the internet and smart phones.So now, I guess it’s ingrained in me, I’m not constantly looking at my phone. I treat it more like a fridge door message board. I don’t need instant/constant communication – I’ll just see it eventually when I get around to it.
I’ve trimmed my own hair for over 20 years. Long hair is not much different from short hair if you have a quick way to put it up.I use to dye it, till the dye fried my hair, and now I henna it every once in awhile. There’s not a lot of grey so far.
I worked in a school kitchen for awhile. Some boxes fold well when you slice the tape. Other kinds are sort of glued (apple/orange/pear boxes) and it’s hard to flatten them – those you just stomp on and do the best you can.
If Piro’s mom dies or becomes incapacitated long term, these kids might end up in foster care. OR MAYBE, Brad and Toni will adopt them or become foster parents.
I still have my green Schwinn Slick Chick. I’ll never part with it.