Today was our annual trip to the district’s vocational school to give our soon-to-be-high-schoolers an overview of what’s available to them there: everything from cosmetology to firefighting, from diesel engine repair to culinary arts, from mechatronics to nail tech. It’s quite an impressive variety.
Once I got back home, I saw that the inevitable has begun: our poor widowed neighbor has moved out of her house and family and friends have already started on the house — they took down the back deck that looked to be made of nothing but rotten boards.
“Wonder what kind of neighbors we’ll get,” will become a common topic of discussion, I’m sure — not that we have any say in the matter.
For dinner, Babcia made placki ziemniaczane with mushroom sauce — utter heaven.
And after dinner, a walk with the dog while the rest of the family went to church, a walk that included a street I haven’t been on in ages. I’d forgotten about the holiday scene they create.
