I miss my mother more than I have since she died. I long to hear her say "Tommy will be fine." For the first time in my life, it is hard to talk to my daughters. They are as worried as I am. I want to be strong for them. I am not doing that great of a job. We all want to know the results of the procedure done on May 31st. Small talk gets on my nerves. I only have one thing on my mind and I refuse to speak those words out loud.
Yesterday Tami, Jake, Logan, and Jacy came out to visit and help us get a few things done. It was my first time to meet Jake. He is very nice and will probably never come back to the house. I put him to work almost as soon as he walked in the door. Tami and Jake assembled a futon for me. I thought it would be simple. It turned out to be a two-hour job with 40 million assorted screws. Tommy and I would have never gotten this done. Tommy doesn't feel like doing it. He would need my help and I can't get down on the floor or sit low to the ground yet.
I needed an extra bed in the living room slash den area. It looks nice and I am very thankful for Tami and Jake's help and visit. The grandkids moved some mulch for us to different flower beds. Jacy drove our truck. I love her laugh when she drives.
I have reduced the number of bird feeders and flower beds this year. I do not want to take care of a lot of flowers or a big garden. I am putting the' Scarlette' to it and will worry about next year.
One of the things that always happens when the kids come out is music. They are amazing. It is the best stress reducer for us.
We had a good time. In fact, it was the best time we have had in several weeks. Laughter is a good medicine. After everyone left, Tommy and I walked out to the fire pit area. I needed to push mow around all the swings and 'stuff' I wanted in that area. It took probably 30 minutes. Check one more thing off our to-do list. Below are the den and the futon. Yesterday I moved the china cabinet. That is another blog dancing in the back of my mind; the china cabinet did not want to be moved. I won--sort of.
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