It’s June already?
I miss my Rusty-bear. I took him to his foster mom last evening, because she’s taking him to be neutered tomorrow. Poor little guy. I’m not sure if dropping him off was harder for him or for me.
We had to take him to the vet over the weekend, but they did some tests and didn’t find anything wrong. They said the “symptoms” (I’m being polite) we’ve noticed are probably just stress from the move. We shall see. His appetite is fine, and he has plenty of energy to attack Apollo, so it can’t be that bad. I think Mike’s having a harder time warming up to the little dude than I am. Rusty is just really high maintenance right now (no manners, not neutered), but he’s going to be a great dog as soon as he gets some “home training.” Heh.
I was supposed to go to the world famous (riiiiight…) Wellborn Blueberry Festival on Saturday, but Tropical Storm Barry had other ideas. It rained and rained and rained, but they said it still didn’t put a dent in our drought.
Yesterday I went to a graduation party for one of my cadets. He’s going into AFROTC at Florida State (booo), and wants to be a fighter pilot. I’ve got full confidence this kid can and will accomplish that goal. His mom asked me to speak and present him with his solo pilot wings, which he earned a couple of weekends ago. I got choked up, talking about the memories we had together. The cadets who were 12 years old when I started CAP are growing up and moving on, and it’s hard. I love the opportunities I have to mentor them and influence their lives, but it is hard letting go. I guess they don’t call me “Captain Mom” for no reason. Sometimes people ask me why I put up with the politics and drama that sometimes accompany my volunteer work, and I tell them… it’s for my cadets. I do it for my “kids.” They’re some of the finest young people I’ve ever known, and I love being able to impact their generation.
And now we’re back to Monday. I’m so glad I have a job I love and not one I dread. That’s more than many people can say.
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