We visited Studley's new school this week. His old school parking lot was filled with Hummer stretch limos and Bentleys. His new school parking lot is filled with 1980s era diesel Volvos that all smell like french fries.
Studley liked the old school. Studley likes the new school. We are raising Studley to be Switzerland.
The weather, being no respecter of calenders, went all Septembery on us last week. It's been dry and cool and perfect. Pavlov's dog is in the mood to buy some notebooks, highlighters and paisley patterned folders. Maybe some new shoes. Pavlov's dog digs new shoes.
It's nice that all the fresh starts happen throughout the year instead of being all bunched up. There's New Years Eve, when we make all our resolutions. There's February 13 when we break up with people. And there's the fall, when we all feel like something new and exciting must be about to happen, even if we've been out of school for a really, really long time. I speak not of myself, of course.
One of the nice things about parenthood is that you get to do all this stuff vicariously through your kid. Sugarplum will be riding a bus this year, which has me frantic with nervous delight. Every once in a while I wake her up at night and ask her things like "but what do you do once the bus gets to school? How will you know where to go?" She doesn't give me any real answers, having never actually ridden a school bus before. She tells me to go back to sleep.
I suspect the thing she is most nervous about is explaining the crowd of people waiting at the bus stop with her. Because you know all of us at the Towers will want to go: the MiL, the Queen Mum, the Upstairs Neighbors, Studley, Chris and me. It will be like one of those wireless network commercials. "Oh them? They're just my network."
It's just that we've never done this before, and we're kind of excited.
It is September 1. On the verge of the off season. Are you as excited as I am?