Now to catch you up. For the past three years, the husband has been home..a lot. Except for 81 days last year when he did a contract job, he has been around the house and that may account for some of my lapse.
Yesterday I tried to use the weed eater and became very frustrated that it didn't thread as I remembered. I was at my daughter's house to work on her lawn. I haven't done lawn work for almost three years as that has become my husbands' sole domain. In anger, I called home to ask him if he had changed the head on the weed eater. I had to come back home with it and that's when he showed me how to thread it and the weed eater I remembered using the last time I did lawn work was the OLD weed eater. Since that one expired, I had purchased a new one that loaded the string totally different and didn't remember doing this. Should he go back to work full time, I will have to be retrained on all the lawn equipment because it then becomes my job to keep up appearances.
I still get to make the bed and clean the floors and cook. Will the fun ever stop? No. Housework is never ending and under appreciated. Occasionally I go on strike. I Netflix for days while watching the dust accumulate, the bits of debris that collect on the floors, the rumpled bed and the fingerprints on the glass doors.
Summer is approaching and I'm getting nervous and a bit sad. I'm not a fan of the heat and humidity. Right now we are enjoying our 20 minutes of spring. The azaleas are in bloom, the Easter lilies and the flower beds are ablaze with color. It's time to do some deep cleaning on my car. This is something I do before 'sweat season' arrives. I cleaned out the storage building and neatened it up; another chore done while still enjoying the cool mornings. ....and I have left this posting for almost two weeks!
I'm back. I veered off path again and I'm now returning to this post. I use to be so diligent on posting as was a few of my online friends. We posted daily. I've lost track of Pearl and her postings. She was awesome. Buffalo..another amazing writer has passed on to the great print station in the sky, the exact location unknown.
Friends and acquaintances, they come and they go. They flit through your life, dancing and whirling with their jobs, families and activities. One becomes involved and includes them and upon their leaving, the niche they occupied leaves a gap in the links of your life. That chain will be filled or that gap will shrink leaving you with memories only and hopefully the memories will be enough. Goodbye Pearl and Buffalo; I miss you both.
I seldom post negative things on this blog but another loss I must mention is the loss of one of my brothers. I won't go into great detail but suffice it to say, the memories of our youth flooded my brain. I still seldom pass a day without thinking of him. Of seven children, he is the first to pass. Our lives as adults were separated by many miles so most of my memories were in that house of seven. I'll miss you always bro!
I started this post in March and here it is well into the month of April. Maybe I'll get into the swing of things and do at least one post a month. I'm done for now.
I'm back. I veered off path again and I'm now returning to this post. I use to be so diligent on posting as was a few of my online friends. We posted daily. I've lost track of Pearl and her postings. She was awesome. Buffalo..another amazing writer has passed on to the great print station in the sky, the exact location unknown.
Friends and acquaintances, they come and they go. They flit through your life, dancing and whirling with their jobs, families and activities. One becomes involved and includes them and upon their leaving, the niche they occupied leaves a gap in the links of your life. That chain will be filled or that gap will shrink leaving you with memories only and hopefully the memories will be enough. Goodbye Pearl and Buffalo; I miss you both.
I seldom post negative things on this blog but another loss I must mention is the loss of one of my brothers. I won't go into great detail but suffice it to say, the memories of our youth flooded my brain. I still seldom pass a day without thinking of him. Of seven children, he is the first to pass. Our lives as adults were separated by many miles so most of my memories were in that house of seven. I'll miss you always bro!
I started this post in March and here it is well into the month of April. Maybe I'll get into the swing of things and do at least one post a month. I'm done for now.
