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I'm back to having a playlist going while I blog. I had stopped for a while after The Boy quit his job because he complained about most of what I played, and he was keeping me pretty busy anyway. Plus I really wasn't blogging there for a while, was I? In the mean time, the Vansome stole my speakers. He's using them with his laptop in the bedroom so he can listen to his fave iTunes radio stations in bed. I've got some rediculous over-the-ear headphones on (when they're not falling out of my ears) and that means I can only listen while I sit here. I'm thinking about stealing my speakers back, but I'm not really going to have time at home by myself anymore, so I guess I'll just stick with these things in my ears, hitting pause on the media player everytime I've got to get up to move laundry around or let kitties in the backdoor.

I'm down to only watching BB on Thursdays for the Live Eviction and HOH comp. My interest in that is even starting to lag. I'm ready for some good fall TV. I'm ready to get into my new, empty nested, routine. I haven't really looked into the new shows. I generally wait for the TV Guide Fall Preview issue, one of my favorite things since I was old enough to read. I can still remember the the exact picture on the page for "Mr. T and Tina." I bet most people don't even remember the show. I doubt it lasted the entire season, although back then networks weren't so quick to cancel. The Mr. T was played by Pat Morita, long before he was Mr. Miyagi, and before a very different Mr. T became a household name. That's how long ago that show was in the Fall Preview, and that's how long I've been devouring the annual issue and planning my evening viewing schedule.

As for The Boy, today was his first day of classes. At about 12:15, I was sitting on my couch thinking about where he was and what he was doing right then. It occured to me that I could just hop in my car and be up there in time to take him to lunch so he could tell me all about his first day. The urge was strong, and I came close to giving in, but I know it would have been The Wrong Thing To Do, so I didn't. But I wanted to. I distracted myself by going to Krog's to get pizza dough mix for his dinner this weekend. I called him after I ate my lunch.

Today he had Psych, Pre-Cal, Zoology, and some Intro to Biology class that all Bio majors are required to take. He already appreciates the difference between High School and College. He was almost gushing about how much he loves his classes. His Pre-Cal instructor sounds like the perfect person for the job. He has math anxiety and she could not be a better fit for him. Apparantly she is extremely relaxed about grades and homework, and she bends over backwards to help out her students. I was most nervous about this class of everything on his schedule, but I am so at ease about it now. He's at ease, too. Oh, and he was just starting on his first day's homework when I called. And he shaved, on his own, without being asked to.

He has turned over a new leaf and he sounds like he has all the confidence in the world to go along with his new determination to succeed. A few weeks ago, he told me that he wished he could go back and do high school over (the part before homeschooling.) First I told him that I've been there, not just about high school, but about so many of my college years. In fact, I did do over a lot of my college classes, but that is way too expensive both in time and money. Then I told him that it was wonderful that he came to that realization now, when he does kind of get a do-over. He will never have to worry about his high school grades again. He's got a clean slate. So I just told him to channel that regret into doing the job now that he wished he had done then, only better. I recognize his feelings so much, but I didn't get them until I went back to college after I had been out for a while. And I made all of one B from that point on, the rest were A's. He's determined not to make even one B. He'll need that kind of GPA to get into med school. He's going to be awesome. I'm already so proud I can't stand it.