Yep, transitions suck, and there's nothing quite as bittersweet as seeing your children off on their youthful adventures. Last night, at midnight, I went to SFO; tomorrow at 4:30 am, I go there again, and then later, around 10 am, yet again. By the end of this, all of my six children, born here in my adopted hometown, will be off elsewhere, and I, alone, will remain.
For our dinner party tonight, prior to their departure tomorrow, I made a dinner out of free-range chicken, artichokes, broccoli, lettuce, cucumber, and tomato salad, french fries, and a few side dishes. There were eight of us around the table, half of whom are my kids, aged 8-31.
After dinner, the games began.
Now, it's on to the future.
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