A blog which I used to read was titled "My Life Is This House", about the experience of having a house constructed.
Were I to rename this one, it would be My Life Is This Student, as every day we're doing something that revolves around our visitor. Yesterday, I took her to my daughter's color guard practice so that she could watch (but not participate; thank you, travel insurance). On the way home, she mentioned that her shoe was getting a hole -- which it really was; one entire side had come unglued -- so we swung over to a local shoe repair shop. They'll be ready tomorrow. It wasn't until later, thinking about it, when it occurred to me that this was a little strange -- you don't usually pay to have your visitors' shoes repaired. The thing is, we've been feeling for -- well, I suppose quite some time would be an overstatement, as she's only been here for a week, but it certainly feels that way -- that we really like her, to the point where we've begun to think of her as family. So, of course, when your 'daughter' has a problem, you help her fix it. Il est naturel.
Today we go out to Hershey Park. I'm not a big fan of HP, and the weather, including a possible thunderstorm, as well as the fact that we're bringing along another girl, a friend of my daughter's, who is nice enough but a bit of a chatterbox and an airhead -- all that makes for a somewhat wearying day, even in anticipation. But, hey, it's for family, y'know? So, sure.