My brother flies in on Wednesday. I must make him a bit of space in my closet and bureau. I myself and the dogs will move up to Mom's room and room with her. He will start his position with his new Congregation a few towns over. My Sister-in-law will finish out her obligations and continue to try to sell their "old" house. He will be trying to "keep" the "new" house they've already chosen or find another one. My Sil and Niece will continue in a neighborhood and life, (even as they detach from it), for the summer . . . without him.
For the first time in many many years, my entire family will all reside in the same state. For the first time in many years, Sil's family will all live in the same state.
Prayers for my Brother and his family are appreciated
The ridiculous . . . my parent's friends who are not in the know, who think I am home for my own (poor) financial reasons,and want to know why I haven't put my home up for sale, since I am sponging off my parents. (My finances were fine, until I left my terrific job and moved in here.) It's is a great aggravation to me, (especially since I keep hearing it, snidely, from the same ones) . . . but it is well tempered by their many many friends who are in the know, and say often that they appreciate my presence and care for Mom and Dad.
My "seaside" roses by the street, (they don't mind all the winter salt and sand)
The upside of life is . . . Mom does my laundry . . . I was helping with the laundry, but between all his appointments, grocery shopping, errands and occasionally sleeping before the other job . . . Mom does my mending . . . you really don't want me near a sewing machine and it was ONE item . . . Mom did my ironing this week . . . Ok, so I was in the shower bathing him.
Part one of the Dental appointments is done . . . only one and a half hours. He survived that, but he had a hard time getting through the rest of the day. It was just too exhausting of an ordeal, so early in the morning.
A Dream A few months ago, I tried to describe to my best friend how "home" was starting to feel like a dream. Like I really didn't have a real house and gardens, or a wonderful river in my back yard.
This is becoming too real, and my old life, nothing but a pretty fantasy.
We both agreed, I needed to come home for a while, soon. And, I was, it was already planned.
And I wished it could have been more, but I know, for a while at least, it is real. Home
I miss swings made by grandfathers, hung from trees that have had swings hanging from them for decades.
Town Common Gazebos, where everyone gathers for the concert of the Town Band. The Town Band, that just like the Volunteer Fire Department, are our neighbors, (or in my case, my Plumber).
When I can't go, I listen from my backyard.
Walking in the woods, the easiest way to find old homesteads, is to look for daylilies in the middle of the woods. Beebalm and Daylilies. Find them, and you will probably find an old cellar hole, Well, (with ferns rising about it), and a foundation for a barn.
Daylilies grow wild, in the sun . . . they tolerate shade, but someone planted them there . . . and then the trees grew up, swallowing all traces of lives once lived there.
that title sounds so Winnie the Poohish, but really
wishes and pennies and riches
Bought and had installed 7 grab bars. 3 easily placed suction types in the shower, 2 that Mom personally picked out and look like towel rods, (since he has bent the ones in both bathrooms), a standard 1 by his toilet, and another 1 by the door of the garage stairs.