Friends. I’m in a weird place (metaphorically speaking; I’m physically at home in my filthy little office) and I am also about to leave for Europe on a long-awaited ten day trip to three different cities.
Normally when at a crossroads I would not necessarily go on an admittedly expensive (though not lavish) trip but this was booked and paid for months ago, before Shenanigans Ensued About Which I Shall Not Elaborate On The Internet. But a) it’s not refundable and b) it will be beneficial to heart and soul. So off we go, The Lovely Rhonda and I.
In other news not related to any Shenanigans or metaphorical crossroads, my kid, along with her BFF, won first prize in their category for their National History Day project about Irina Sendler, the Polish nurse who rescued children from the Warsaw Ghetto during WWII. The project consisted of a large display board with photos and information about Irina Sendler as well as an interview of both girls about their subject. They will go on to the state competition in a couple of months. Here are some photos of them jubilating:
First a thumbs-up:
….And now with eyebrow.
Naturally we could not be prouder.