Meanwhile, youngest son at UVA continues to stork it on one leg, needing lots of help (he says) with survival basics. For instance, he's happily accepting meals from any girl willing to cook for him. And even a somewhat immobilized 22-year-old needs lots of food, so he's very appreciative. He's also finally hobbled his way over to hockey practice, because he needs the adrenalin fix, even if vicariously. I sure hope the next four weeks go quickly for him, so he can finally rid himself of "the boot" and put his foot on the floor. Much as I love to see his handsome grin, repeatedly driving the couple-hour "commute" to UVA to help him shop for groceries, etc, is radically affecting my appreciation of the rolling Virginia countryside. This last trip we even began speculating about how long it would have taken Thomas Jefferson to ride his horse from his Monticello home near UVA to the Continental Congress meeting in Philadelphia to frame the Declaration of Independence and later to the new federal capitol being built in the swamps of DC. Jefferson certainly didn't make the trip every couple days. Of course, he probably didn't have his mother nearby to help out, either.
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