Mrs. Curley's mother flew down to Bethune today. Tomorrow they are off to Florida to visit the older generation. Between work, school (I am told I need to keep their noses to grindstone), cooking (if boiling hot dogs and heating beans count as cooking), and the other messes which are sure to happen, I don't know if I will have time to write anything. I will try to paint the bathroom ceiling and finish scraping the kitchen counter, (The previous owners painted the kitchen counter! You can't put a hot pot on it without melting the paint.), while Mrs. Curley is gone.