Last night we went to the local theater's production of Annie, and now I've got that song stuck in my head. It was lots of fun. They did a professional job, the little girl who played Annie was great, and it was especially fun because a number of folks in the cast are from our church. G. took us out to eat at a great Mexican restaurant just before the performance, so that was nice too.
We had a good weekend with R. home. She got a bunch of homework done and some other things too: haircut, trip to the bank, unsuccessful shoe-shopping trip, and she voted. We had a laugh before voting because she said she was tempted to write in a friend's name* for president. She planned to do this until she learned that you could only put in declared write-in candidates.
We and R. have begun a discussion of where she might live next year. Of course, that is likely to depend on where she ends up getting a job. But one plan is that she would move back in with us, and take over the apartment end of our house (for a price, of course :-) A friend of mine, who has been a teacher herself, reminded me that the first year of teaching is very hard, and it is good to have some friendly ear at home to "dump" on when you get home from teaching each day. If R. got an apartment by herself, that would be difficult. If she had a roommate, it might work, but my friend thought for her first year, living at home might be the least stress to add to the first year of teaching. Of course, that all assumes that she would come back to Texas instead of staying in Oklahoma, which isn't a given. We will just have to see what doors the Lord opens as we carry on a discussion on the topic.
In the meantime, the song says, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you're always a day away."
*I'm not sure he's presidential material. He's more the dictator type.
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