B. called from Detroit to say he was doing fine and wanted to call me because he wasn't sure when he'd be able to call again. He said 'hold on a minute - OK, guys, say "HI" to my Mom' and then a group of exicted kids yelled "HI". He sounded happy and excited. I asked if he'd made some friends (most of the kids on this trip are not from Tracy) and he said he had. The only person he really knows from his high school is in another leader's group - but I'm sure he's making friends. He's a social guy. He said they get dinner AND breakfast on their flight to Paris and he's glad about that. Like most teenage boys, the next meal is a big deal. We packed tons of snacks, etc. in his backpack and in his suitcase - but he really is a typical teenage boy starving 24/7.
The internet is so cool - we can 'watch' his flights and know where he is. His flight out of Detroit left an hour late - so they won't get into Paris until almost noon time tomorrow.
I've knitted one and half rows.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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