That would be “Post-Cooper Distress Syndrome.” Cooper’s gone back home to his mountain home in the High Sierras. Been kind of slow, lately; walking around from room to room, looking at the last “proofs” that Cooper was really here.
A plate of acorns:
(They’ll be saved; they’re waiting for an upcoming Christmas craft.)
Cooper and I watched Pete’s Pond and other African live-streaming webcams. When you’re five years old, these animals can be just as “real.”
We have a few photos now to remember our activities. Cooper, “Mommy,” and I took a walk on campus. We had tried to go to the university’s ice cream shop, but Cooper analyzed the length of the line and said it would be too long to wait our turn, so then we went on a hunt to find the big statue of Sparty, just like he has in one of his books at home — but we ran out of time and energy, so we just ended up here:
Good enough. He’s already a Spartan fan — in California!
We were on campus that afternoon to take in the children’s show at the planetarium.
His Mommy and I sort of mentally rolled our eyes when we found out that Sesame Street characters would be teaching us things . . .
How big is the moon?
What would the earth look like if you were on the moon?
Our solar system is a big place:
Those Sesame Street characters were actually pretty interesting.
But it’s Fall, now, and time to enjoy the harvest! A trip to “Uncle John’s Cider Mill”!
So here are the three guys, but . . . you know, the Uncle John in the picture does not own Uncle John’s — we’ll straighten that out in a few years. Right now he’s just glad his uncle has a fun place we can go to in September.
A seemingly endless pumpkin patch to stroll through!
And the apple harvest was good this year, a combination of just the right rain and temperatures at just the right times. Cooper can tell you about that:
“Do not pick the apples” signs were everywhere – but it doesn’t matter to a hungry boy.
The days went by so quickly, and then there was the birthday party (a couple posts ago) and then there was all kinds of other fun things around grandma’s house. Like the spray can that shoots out long, long strings – and Daddy got Cooper!
Must have tickled!
Then Cooper gets Daddy
Well, this posting is my remembrance, things I’ll want in my memory for a long time. It was hard to part, at the airport, but I asked him about school, and I told him he has to go back and be my “California schoolboy” so I know where he is . . . That worked for a while; he’s taking his “assignment” seriously.
We’re going to trade pictures that we draw. We both like drawing. We both like dinosaurs. That’s going to work.
Only three more months without him . . . without those little arms around me. . . .
Three more months of PCDS!