Oxnard Shores Beach, California Febraury 21st, 2011
I’m on time. It’s still Monday and I spent my weekend visiting my twenty-year-old son, Austin, at UCSB, (University of California Santa Barbara) and then my cousin who lives in Oxnard, about one hour south of Santa Barbara. Look at the weather and how lucky we are in southern California.
I had forgotten how “poor” students live. My son doesn’t eat fresh vegetables or fruits. Just spaghetti and frozen pizza and I took him shopping for apples, bananas and grapes, hoping to pump him up with some fiber and vitamins. We also bought a frying pan and a saucepan. His frying pan had deep ridges and grooves like dry valleys in the desert. I wonder how much Teflon he’s swallowed in the last few months.
Do you remember stories from when you were a student? What about your children?