My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's newest blog. He and others from his hotel are moved to various military bases and used as human shields.
Himself: A couple of estate sales, Lunch at Pat&Oscars, the funeral, replaced part on GPS, gassed the car while she shelved books at Discovery shop, then we were home to the cool and a simple dinner.
Herself: …and the quilt blog too: Ditto….don’t you like that. We did look good at the funeral, and Jean9 would have been proud of us. We were her “Trashy Neighbors” taking out her trash many of the last 15 years. The book sale is ongoing….masses of books everywhere, and I have been attempting to get them out of the back room and sold by going in and shelving books every day. I have five book cases full with only a few held back to sell at higher prices.
Gratitude: Jean9 for being such a joy in our lives.
Aaron is most important, but I’m hiding behind all the stuff and more stuff in our lives instead of giving in to fear.
I’d polished some of my silver jewelry yesterday so I wouldn’t be wearing black on black to Jean9’s funeral mass at 2…an endless non-recognizable ritual. Today we are eating at Aaron’s choice of restaurants…Hometown Buffet. We don’t eat there because it makes us sick. Aaron is most important.
All but three of the 14 grandkids are in the “we will live forever” stage of youth. I remember that well. Because of our family disease of Alcoholism, I made no attempt to be one of those dear, cozy grammas. I’d like to have been one as I had a special grandma of my own and remember that her unconditional love well. Instead, I made a choice to come when we were invited . Poor G inherited this choice and all these grandkids when he married me.
Today we will take lots of pictures. Today we will hug him….and his sister, and his parents. Today we will try not to regret instead just love. Today we will not let the little stuff get in the way of love.