So, its been a couple of days. Sorry about that. Moving a family my size about the country is no small operation. Clothes need to be thought through, shoes, bathing suits, hairbrushes, toothbrushes and other accoutrements that keep the kids looking more or less groomed and clean and happy. Blankets and stuffed animals had to be limited to two items each kid. There just simply isn’t room in the car! Tennis shoes or Chacos for walking, flip flops for the hotel room and pool, sandals or something equally nice for dinner. Times 9, this is a lot of stuff!
And of course, the ever-present swim bag and swim gear for Abby and Mollie. Their coach wanted them to swim while we were up here, so we contacted the team were lucky enough to get them into practice at UNC’s Khoury Natatorium. Very cool. Not sure that Abby and Mollie thought it was so cool, because they get nervous when they have to swim “out of their comfort zone,” but I thought it would be a good opportunity to break through some of those barriers.
We got here Tuesday late afternoon after a 7 hour trip. Two breaks, one car. My truck holds nine people (3 rows of 3), and so we would take pains to switch the prospects around just to keep it from getting monotonous. It seemed to work, because we got here easily, without mishap and only 11-13 inquiries of, “Are we there yet?” coming from the back seats. I will thank George Lucas, Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back for getting us through those last two hours.
For dinner, we were invited … all 9 of us … to the home of one of my former professors and her son, a son who was born at the end of my freshman year, and whom I babysat until I graduated, taught to swim and would listen to various classical works with and try to pick out individual instruments. He is completely grown now, is an amazing pianist and treated us to Schubert and Chopin after dinner. Bennett treated us to his memorized piece, The Old Clock, Lizzie played us something of her own creation, and Mary sang both Let it Go and Love is an Open Door (both parts). Emma sang her solo from Into the Woods, and then Abby sang (and it was like pulling teeth to get her to do it) I Won’t Say I’m in Love (from Hercules) with Emma and Mollie doing the she-bop back up.
It was silly and fun and everyone had a good time. I don’t think Susan and Nick had ever heard so much Disney in their lives though, I’ll say that!
Tomorrow, I’ll post about our exploits in Chapel Hill, the college tour for both Emma and us, and my adventures with the Chapel Hill police …
Yeah, that’s what they call a cliffhanger.