Change Happens

Unlike a lot of people, I use cash instead of plastic for most of my shopping, which gives me change that goes into a jar and, later, the bank. On Tuesday, the change from CVS included a shiny new penny from the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago. Today, my change from Kroger included not the three quarters it should have, but two quarters and one Australian dime. The husband suggested that perhaps the travel gods are suggesting we go to Trinidad and Tobago since we've been to Australia. I think I'd rather go back to Oz than hit the Caribbean right now.

Some Things Don't Change

The sons and I drank many coffees three years ago at a little cafe beside the Imperial Monument and the Perfume River. They always came with a free cup of green tea. Some things don't change, and that is nice.

And He's Off!

Younger son is on his way west. Tears have been shed, and more are likely to come. We are each moving on to new chapters in our respective lives. I just wish I had the same youthful courage that he does in facing the somewhat unknown.

Trading a Kid for a Dog?

Our Christmas visitor, Biscuit, needs a new forever home sooner rather than later, so we're taking her on a permanent basis. Members of her first family (the non-allergic ones at least) are getting unlimited, unsupervised visitation rights. The post title above reflects the fact that as Biscuit moves in, younger son moves on and out, leaving for Seattle a week from today. Perhaps the canine addition will distract me from missing the departed human quite so much. And perhaps not.