It’s Friday, right?

All day long it’s felt like Saturday. Ryan didn’t have school today due to a teacher waiver day. I saw lots of cars in the high school parking lot, so the kids might have had the day off, but teachers and/or admins didn’t. Michael took the day off to fix the boat trailer before we pass her along to her new owner. So, yea, it feels like a Saturday. Have you had days like that? Where you have to stop and think of what day it really is?

We got the trailer all fixed up. It needed new wiring and lights from years of being abused by the constant bumping of being stored inside. The turn signals were broken and the right hand side didn’t even work at all. Not a big deal when the most we used the trailer was 1 mile, 4 times a year. Repairing it fell very low on the priority list.

Then there was the broken board that occurred when Michael tried to drive the boat sideways onto the trailer. Yea, that didn’t work out so well. So he tried to fix it with about an entire roll of duct tape. It worked for awhile but then it just started sagging in the middle where the board was completely broken in half.

Fixing it all cost about $75 from the bottom line of the selling cost, but we couldn’t in conscience allow her new owner to drive away on an unsafe trailer. $75 was worth the good karma.

With the trailer fixed, we can move on to homecoming weekend now. Awwww, homecoming. What memories does that bring to mind? Happiness or disappointment? Fun or terror? Pleasure or loneliness? My own memories tell me it depends on the year!! 

The parade is going to be starting soon, the game should be a great match up and then the dance tomorrow night. The parade goes right down the middle of my neighborhood and goes into the school with the homecoming court riding in the back of convertibles, waving the Miss USA wave at the adoring crowd lining the street. 

Ryan should look quite handsome in his new dress clothes. He’s going with a group of friends and I’m glad. He doesn’t have a serious girlfriend, and I think sometimes the pressure to take a girl to the dance can be a bit intimidating. But instead of caving in to what he thinks he should do, a group of guys decided, hey, we can go and have a great time and not worry about some girl and her friends. Good for them!  No corsages!! No matching clothes!! No expensive dinners!! Just guys going to BW3s. Wearing dress clothes. 

I’m glad I don’t have to or wish to chaperone. I feel bad for the ones who have to. Twerking? Really?? Or grinding. Or whatever it is they do now. I think it’s still twerking, right? Every generation pushed the envelope a little bit. But twerking?? Get out!!! 

So as they leave for the parade and football game tonight, I hope they realize these are the days and nights that they’ll look back on and remember. Hopefully fondly. Cuz at 16, it’s hard to believe these are some of the greatest times of your life. But they are. I hope they all stay safe, and are smart.

Cuz it’s only Friday night and there’s a lot left for them to do. 

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