It's raining. Again.

Boy called last night to report that he finally received electricity at noon yesterday.

I'm getting stupidly excited about my upcoming Weekend in Tally. I feel stupid even talking about it "in public" because if you've ever been to Tallahassee, it ain't no vacation spot. It's a quaint Southern State Capital bisected by ugly roads of fast food and strip malls, with a huge state university plunked down almost in the middle. That's about it.

For those whose offspring may be going to FSU, do not freak out at your first impression at Orientation, drive around and explore. The view from Tennessee Street is enough to make a mother weep: the Soviet-housing style high-rise dorms, the seedy strip malls, it's...quite gross. But if you get off the main drags, the campus proper and the other areas of town actually are nice. And if your kid is in Gilchrist Hall or its next-door neighbor, (the name of which escapes me) those are really nice dorms. And since you are on a knitting blog and reading about FSU, let's mention the yarn orgy on Apalachee Parkway: Fay's is a heap o' yarn, heaped on shelves, and most important of all to me, the Girlchild is there, for at least one more year, and we haven't seen each other in months.

We do talk nearly every day - in fact I gave her undue anxiety yesterday by not hearing the phone ring when she called. I finally picked up my messages at around 10:30 last night to find aggrieved and anxious Girlchild calls, wondering why I didn't call her back. So I called her back, and she reported to her friends "It's my Mommy!" which always makes me smile, because she's 21 and tall and gorgeous and sophisticated and smart, and still calls me Mommy.

Anyway, a weekend in Tally with my daughter and her funny and creative and really nice but crazy friends will be like a week in a much fancier location with tedious middle-aged legal types, in terms of fun mileage per hour. I feel blessed as a Mom, I love my kids' friends. I'm already pre-planning knitting projects, because they sleep later than I do. I must have coffee and knitting to keep me busy until the rest of the household stirs, and anything requiring attention, even like the fingerless gloves level of attention, is probably unwise, since there will be too much beer and conversation to make counting stitches realistic. Or maybe I should bring the fingerless gloves for the morning coffee knitting, and something mindless like Homespun cat blankies for the evening? Plus cash for Fay's and buying poster art for the walls of the townhouse. Oh, it's a measure of how much I miss my daughter that I'd rather do a weekend in Tally than South Beach.