We are really happy.
My nephew Matt and Kat are here spending Labor Day weekend with us and its’ a treat to see them,as it’s the first time we have spent solo with them since their wedding back in May.Kat even brought us a blueberry cake and it is spectacular.
The girls are happy that they are here, well at least Zush is, and Kat is better than she was when she met them before: outside of the initial barking, she is good.
I’d write more, but it’s time for dinner-am putting on my hostess with the most-est gown.
My nephew Matthias and his wife are out tonight at a concert at the Tower Theater in Upper Darby, which is outside of the city.The group they are seeing is called “Chevelle”.
Uh, ok?** the old aunt has no clue**
The last concert I went to at the Tower theater was in 1980 and I went with my friend Cindy to go and see….Carly Simon.
I know that if I really wanted to, I could go to Wikipedia or You-Tube…
No thanks…rather go to sleep.
Yup, I know Fall doesn’t start until late September.
As I sit here and type this, I am looking out the window and looking at the late summer lawn and garden.Part of me is genuinely sad, as I am sitting in the room where both my parents passed away in 1998 and 2012.That thought and looking at the outside really makes me feel the passage of time.Part of me laments the fact that I used to go swimming in the summer with Zush, and the fact that we are both getting a little older, well, Zush goes in and I keep her company going up to my mid-calves.
I feel depressed.
The hope I have is for the future.
The hope to finish out my time here in the city and pray that the future is kind to us all.To actually live in a house with my husband that is ours and with our furniture and belongings and things that are ours is something that I am patiently waiting for. I hear Jim say about how is going to miss his job, and yet, I am leaving mine to move as is he, and this was the first time I heard him express that.Wow…something else to mull over in my mind,
I mull these things over in my head, and although I know I am more than ready to leave, I can only pray that we all survive the transition.
In the crispness of fall, hopefully, things will be comforting to us and we all will be alright.
There is nothing like working a few hours extra in the day and coming home late.
I am not bragging,only lamenting the fact that my ridiculously early bedtime has to be pushed back a wee bit because I hadn’t eaten dinner yet.Truly, not a run-of-the-mill situation for me.It can never mimic how truly physical labor wears you out, but I am pretty beat.It makes me the appreciate the fact that this time next year this will hopefully**or not** be only a memory.I know that when my head hits the pillow tonight, it will be a great feeling.
Fortunately Jim stepped in and took care of the girls, but there was nothing but love for me coming through the door: nice to know they miss me.
Good to be tired, but even better to be home with my loves!
The lack of sleep we had on Sunday night/Monday morning has still not released me from its’ grip…that really stinks!
The weather has decided to go back to summer, so of course the humidity adds with wearing us all down,and what’s funny is that even going to bed early, well, it’s like I always say: “I’ll never get that time back again.” We keep kicking though, and can not wait until the end of the week when we get a chance to decompress.
What time I do have free during this week, though, I am getting ready to have my nephew Matt and Kat, his wife, down to Undisclosed Deux. They had been down once in the old house, and we are really looking forward to seeing them this weekend.It’s amazing when you think you have a stocked up house, looking at it with a visitor’s eye, well, it’s lie, whoa…major shopping to do.
Here’s hoping you all have a good week. As for us? We’re going to sleep!**wink**
We went over to my sister-in-Law Joanna’s house tonight to hang with Joanna and Earl and my mother in law. She is staying there while my sister-in-law Kathy is away on vacation.
Before we sat for dinner, the girls needed to go out.I took them out and as we were walking down the driveway, Kasia was stung by a bee. I went to see if I could see the damage in her paw and the damn bee came to my hand stung me.
I don’t think I’ve had a bee sting in 20 years.
You know what? It still hurts.
I took the girls to the beach today. I had walked them down to the waterfront street and then Zush started to cry a little. I knew what she wanted…swimming.
We have a little neighbor, Olivia, who is a 45-year-old midget**translated, she’s 5 years old.**She was there with her parents and she loved swimming with Zush while Kasia stayed with me at the water’s edge. Then, Olivia wanted to walk Zush on the beach, so Kasia and I accompanied them. An hour later, I had to tell Olivia that it was lunchtime for the girls, in order to get them home.
That’s when the fun started. I had to give the girls a bath, and it was their first here.Needless to say, swimming was fun, the bay was fun, and then? Ugh. Mom had no fun, that’s for sure. It was good, though, because they are both sweet-smelling for our visit from Matt sand Kat.
All I know is one thing-we all are tired and ready for bed.