Indian Summer

The colors are spectacular. . .So are My Kids. Spectacular.

The German Girls and Josh are heading to Ireland this weekend. It is Grr's BD on Monday (27th) and as it is also Columbus Day so she has a Birthday with pay without work.  Have to love the government. The birthday girl also got an iPad so perhaps we will get film of the Irish countryside.  I can hope for as much.  Gretchen and Josh sound good. In fact I think there were getting in shape by tipping the Jameson with guacamole.  I am pretty sure there are no avocados in Carey Town.

Meg sounds even better.  Seems she is seeing the world through the eyes of her friends four year old named Caden.  Caden told the group when he grows up he knows what he wants to be.  "A Teenager."   And Caden told Meg he is smart and knows why they have all those wind powered windmills on the hills in Germany.  It is "because the cows stand in the sun all day and need to be cooled."  Meg didn't know this! Me either.  Caden is brilliant.  Who Knew?

I am hopeful Michael will come home this weekend.  He is enjoying his new job including a trip to Atlanta last week. Personally I wanted to write Atlantis but Mich's meeting was in Georgia.

(Dad needs to go golfing, play Blackjack and shoot some defenseless pheasants so Michael better get here.)

And Greg called this week with the best job report ever.  He has been three weeks with the Chicago VA. He found an 81 year old homeless Korean Veteran the first home he has had in over ten years.  Greg got him furnished with a twin bed, kitchen table and a truckload of furniture and this guy was ecstatic, elated...grateful.  Greg was so excited to make a difference in someone's life and I could hear it in Greg's voice.  My kids sound very extra special.  BIG bias here.

And sometimes you need to have people to splash ideas off.  Such happened to me this morn.  A good friend called and told me it was okay if Ron was a little stuck.  I have been pressing for MyMan to be able to discuss "us" and he has been conflicted and unable to  respond.  So there is another day to wait.  As mother Mary would always say to me, "Get off his back, Barbara!" Moms never die when yours was so direct and didn't mince words.  Someone was "cut from the same cloth."

Well this writing today was more of a personal Kirschling Update Diary Edition and it is because I am starting to think Halloween costumes and Thanksgiving plans with Christmas letters and can't seem to get there just yet.  Good news is my windows are washed and my house is clean.  Thanks Ron! Spectacular.