The summer Idyll is over. Sigh. Stubble got a job at a Nationally Known Pizza Chain and Ms. Flippers is working at a Nationally Recognized Zoological Park. This means that they are finding out what it means to have a job that does not wrap itself around your college class schedule and is onlly 5 - 10 hours per week on average. Just enough to buy gas and a movie (if you don't purchase from the concession counter). Their friends are distraught. No more fire pit! No more marshmallows! At least not every night.
We have yet to get used to Frankie and Annette's schedules. They writhe like snakes. My understanding was that Ms. Flippers was working Thursday - Saturday and Monday - Tuesday from 11 - 3. She now closes.which means that she doesn't get home until 8 PM. She is regularly called in on Sunday when she has stayed up late on Saturday anticipating a day off. Luckily they have only called her in for afternoon shifts. Stubble started working Thursdays and Fridays and Sundays (I think). His schedule (I think) is now Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Except that he got called in on Saturday AND Sunday. And as for the TIME of the shifts. Oh, sometimes it is 11 - 2. Sometimes 3 - 6. Sometimes (for Stubble) 11 AM to 11 PM).
On Sunday, Stubble had made plans to "play in the pool" with The Bearded One. Literally a "date" to get into the pool together to play basketball and/or volleyball. When Stubble was called in, the date had to be cancelled. The Bearded One was sad, "He won't be here much longer and we used to play in the pool all the time. Is that silly to be sad because we can't do it today?"
I assurred him that it wasn't silly. I am sad when one or the other of them is not home for dinner. I am doubly sad when both of them are not home for dinner.
They won't be home much longer. It has begun.