We delivered Eustacia to her college dorm on Saturday, and let me tell you—that was no fun at all. She'll be fine, but her poor mother feels as though she's missing a limb. Is this a phantom pain I'm feeling? It must be.
Sunday afternoon, No. 1 went back to her school in Columbus, and husband left for a three-day business trip. I had such big plans to clean out Eustacia's room and get it organized and vacuum in corners that haven't been cleaned in years—if you have ever seen her room, you know what a big undertaking this all would be—but when I found I was the only person in the house, that was the last room I wanted to be in.
I kept busy with other tasks instead...laundry, some sewing, a quick trip to the store for salmon and raspberries, and skimming the leaves and bugs from the pool. While I was puttering around, Turner Classic Movies was devoting the day to Gene Kelly, and the string of his great musicals kept me sufficiently distracted.
I started with An American In Paris. Next up was On the Town. Finally, Singin' In The Rain, my all-time favorite. Just think. They could have devoted the day to a cow like Joan Crawford, and I would have had to drown my sorrows in ice cream instead of fun movies. Wait, I did that anyway.
Today, they are playing the movies of Jack Palance. Ho hum. I don't like day-time TV very much, so maybe it's time to turn the stupid contraption off and crank up the old hi-fi and listen to something fun. Susie Q comes to mind, or maybe I should just stick with what works: