(Subtitled: The Second Most Wonderful Day of the Year)
The child jettisonization is complete. (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Son, Mitten, was dropped off at his new home. No, not here (although it is in that direction) but he is in the Class of Eventually (I hope) at UW-Oshkosh. It's not exactly Oxford, Harvard or MIT, but it's not exactly Compton Area Technical College, either. (Side note; did I ever mention that if CBS ever broadcast Survivor: Compton, even I woud watch that.)
This morning, the caravan of two minivans and a sedan containing 11 people, the biggest dorm TV (and heaviest) ever and two armloads of junk made the trip up US-41 to make sure this dog stayed in the woods. Once we got to the corner of Wisconsin and Algoma in Oshkosh, the caravan stopped dead for about a half hour while everyone ahead of us dropped their kids and related garbage on the curb. When we got to our drop-off spot, the first thing we did was take the TV out and put it on a push cart. While pushing it across the street towards the dorm entrance, it was a scene from Revenge of the Nerds... all these new freshmen with mommy and daddy dropping off the accoutrements of home standing along the curb, while me and my dad push the 2010 version of a foot locker across the street.
We get the TV and junk upstairs, and are trying to fit everything in the dorm at the same time Mitten's roommate (the son of a reasonably known mom and dad) is also setting up when we realize that, you know what? This is his mess. He brought the stuff, let him figure out how to set it up.
Good for him. It is about time.