I’ve got a new project which seems like it can be cool, and I’ve already located housing. The agency has done something I’ve only encountered once before and which has me really beffuddled though: they go into a ton of detail on how they may give me warning and when and by how long… but the notion of me saying “btw, hasta la vista and may that be nunca” is not even contemplated. Still interviewing for an internal, end-client position, these being what us every-monday-in-the-airport consultants call “retirement”.
The Little Nephew is back in school; him and the other kid whose birthday is on December 23rd are the youngest, but he’s got a whole head on her (they’ll be turning 4 this year). They have seen each other often during the summer, but they belly-tackled each other like they hadn’t seen each other for months. He’s very happy that his cousin is also in the same class again (to be expected when both of you have the same lastname and it begins by A; she’s officially his third-cousin though, their grandfathers were first-cousins, and I should know because I get the complete explanation every time the cousin is mentioned).
The Big Nephew is settling in well in his own school. He’s attending school in SW France this year; it’s close enough to go home every two weeks and whenever they get a week off (which in France is a lot more often than in Spain). He’s having the expected problems following lessons in French but has already figured out resources he can use to fill up his notes and so forth.
The Niece is still feeling capital-W Weird that her brother isn’t there. Given how used she is to relying on him, it’s got to be like suddenly finding yourseld in the rain without an umbrella. I hope this will give her a much-needed maturity boost.
And it’s bloody cold, but the sun is shining.