College Preparations

Monday, the Singer and I went out to USF to see the exact style of her dorm room as she gets serious about buying her room decor including her sheet/comforter set. She is super excited about it all and I'm just glad I'm not going to college. I'm glad she's so positive about the whole thing.
Summer is quickly sliding away. Next week both girls will be gone: the Singer to Minnesota for her church music camp as a small group leader, and the Imp to Ohio to spend time with her godparents (Hubby's brother and wife). It would be really exciting if Hubby could manage time off and we could go to the beach or whatever, but that's not likely to happen. Between our NYC trip in June and our trip to Lake Powell in August he really can't afford to take any time. And he is planning on working more than usual to set himself up to go to Lake Powell. Maybe I'll go to the beach by myself. After they return from their week away, we've got less than a week to get ready for Lake Powell, and when we return from that trip it's a week until the Imp starts and a week and 2 days until the Singer heads off to enter the collegiate world.
I'm still enjoying the fruits of my labor. My cucumbers are delicious, but my plants are looking funky. We've been getting an incredible amount of rain and long periods of cloudiness, so I think they're staying damp too long. My family hasn't tired of the fresh green beans, either.
While slicing a cucumber yesterday, I discovered that talking while slicing a veggie with a very sharp knife is not a good idea. I managed to slice my finger pretty good. It could have been much worse. It really stung with that cucumber juice running into the cut.
I'm enjoying the emails from my family as we plan to meet in AZ to travel to Lake Powell for 4 nights. I really love my family and am very lucky to enjoy them as much as I do. They are all quite witty and I enjoy the banter and side comments in all the correspondence. I can't wait to get a dose of all that in person. After 5 days of it, I'll look forward to coming home, but I've missed them all. And already miss John and Chris not being there. Slicing my finger made me think of Chris and the time he cut his thumb terribly while a chef at Aberdeen Barn. That was over 25 years ago.