Catching Up
Changing Times Friday night found Abby and me at the Inn at Lynden, a lovely little hotel in what I would describe as a bit of bleakness. I don't find Lynden particularly worth visiting, but Abby had the ACT at Lynden Christian High School on Saturday morning, so there we were. The ubiquitous faux windmills gave the place the feel of a poor echo of Leavenworth (the town, not the prison, although I wouldn't argue much with anyone describing it as feeling like some sort of stifling incarceration, given it is a city so famous for its piety). Abby has now taken the SAT and ACT. She refused the offer of prep courses, and instead did her own preparation. I hope she kills it on one of them. I have been to the pumpkin patch three times this year. Abby couldn't go the first time. Last week, smoke week, kept the asthmatics in the family (namely Leiney and I) from being able to weather the corn maze. On Sunday, Abby led us bravely through. There was no acrimony, no dallying, no ...