Ah, I remember when I was at tabir here and it was the Friday before Den' Plastuna. That's Parent's weekend for you non-ukes. It seemed like the day had this energy, and I hate to use that term. I guess it was the excitement, the anticipation of finally, FINALLY getting to see your folks and getting the chance to leave the oselia. On Saturday morning, I would think, "OK- my mom (and dad if he wasn't playing with his band) must be leaving the house by now. " At breakfast I'd think-"They've got to be close!!!" And then catching a glimpse of her/him/them while we were standing in our uniforms/get ups/costumes on the big field. I guess all the hassles, the homesickness, the missing them would all be forgotten. And then the weekend would be very fun. Now I too am anticipating this weekend sooo much! I am really, really tired. We had to report in at 5:30. I am starting to get up ONE MINUTE before my alarm goes off. How's that for not wanting to oversleep?? The health inspector stopped by today and I think all went well. I had to make mashed potaoes A-G-A-I-N... This was the quickest batch yet. We had fishsticks for lunch and are having pizza for dinner. YUM.
Thank you for all your kind words and support. They are priceless.