Here’s what has been happening in my neck of the woods.
Last Friday, my son Evan moved out. It was time, I’m sure. He is a grown-up and has a decent job. I’m sure he has wanted to be on his own for a while. I don’t blame him. I can remember when I was that age and itching to get my adult life started. Still, that doesn’t make it any easier for his old mother who will miss – already misses – having him around.
I will just have to buck up and go visit him, like I visit my daughter Carrie. Carrie and I have done some good exploring in the area where she lives since she has been there. And while I don’t have photography in common with Evan, we’ll find something to do. Hey, we both like to eat and Worcester is full of restaurants. Now and then, I may even be able to twist his arm and get him to go to the Worcester Art Museum, which is within walking distance of his apartment.
So Greg and I are official empty-nesters…except for Olive the pug, of course.
The day we moved Evan to Worcester was a rainy one. On my way home, I snapped a couple of photos of fences. So I’m gonna link on up to The Run*A*Round Ranch Report’s Good Fences #9 and post a couple of pickets.