I have less than 24 hours left with The Pony before he leaves for his summer of learning. He is taking it much better than I. In fact, his demeanor might best be described as giddily gleeful. He has been chatting with others headed for the Missouri Scholars Academy. They have agreed to seek each other out on the first day. That might be kind of hard, what with The Pony not having posted a picture of himself. He says he will tell them to look for the kid in the green shirt from the W.Y.S.E. competition. Something tells me that he might not be the only one of 328 sophomore/juniors to be wearing such a shirt.
The Pony will have to pack in the morning. Farmer H is driving him up there tomorrow. It officially starts on Sunday, but that would be a lot of driving for Farmer H in one day. I will not be making the trip, since I have a feeling that I should not be sitting in T-Hoe for three hours at a stretch. Nor am I up to hiking about the campus to see where the attendees will be attending.
The Pony's last-minute plans have included his last supper, served tonight, of baked boneless chicken breast, Stove Top Stuffing, a salad of lettuce, cheese, ranch dressing and croutons, and fresh strawberries. Tomorrow morning he plans to walk the minipony one last time, and take a dip in Poolio. I will be putting his clothes in appropriate combinations for him to pack in his rolling suitcase. We will have last-minute laundry instructions. His grandma has given him an entire batch of her "Check Mix" in various containers. At least he will be able to buy friends with that magical treat.
I know he will have a blast. He has been anticipating this event since before Christmas, before he even knew that he was accepted. Yes, The Pony is prancing about, chomping at the bit.
Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is a bit more subdued.