<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">  </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Kimmie remarks on getting sentimental … I wait til we’re in the car …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So talk to Dr. Tangie about getting all sentimental. Could be Estrogen and some of the other hormones that changed, or could be depression or a combination. I know a guy, fully male and all, who gets choked up on sappy TV commercials. Says it’s one of the symptoms of his depression and that his psych didn’t disagree. Weird stuff, go figure.”</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Saturday before Mother Arrives</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we got most of the cleaning done on Friday so sleep in a little but not too much … My parents land at Logan before noon and will use a driver to get them where they need to go, Aunt Becky’s on Beacon Hill and Uncle Joel at work or his hotel … I did report to Mother that rumors of Joel’s troubles but no specifics has reached the senior admin … she remarked that any change of well known patterns without explanation tends to produce rumors and conspiracy theories .. I did tell her that I suggested that people freshen and float resumes … did not tell her I said that Joel had got himself into deep shit … but I trust Darlene who Mother doesn’t know = …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I crawl out of bed hoping to not wake Kimmie … she sleeps sounder than me … I’m jealous of that! … in my robe, I make a cupof coffee and head out onto the balcony to watch the river and the Saturday runners and walkers …</em></span></span><br/>