Waves at everyone, I’m about four Margaritas in so speeling might not be the best. Tonight I learned that some Mexican places can sell Margaritas to go, so Harry and I each got two for the road. Hubs got coffee.
Much tea was spilled and a lot of laughter and some tears happened.
The folks across the street don’t actually own that house, one of Harry’s brothers does but he doesn’t live there. He lives in a condo in Florida with a series of young people who seem to do nothing but have sex with him while the other is going through his wallet.
He must be happy with that life, he’s been living it for decades, but this makes things hard when the occupants of the house want to have the driveway heated because they have to ask him permission to make structural changes and he’s forgotten what winters or ice or mountains are.
Oh, yeah…they are at about 32G now for the heated driveway. And yes, I did not want to know what their monthly electric bill was. They are paying more than our last mortgage payment was and now they will be heating water to melt ice in the winter. I’ll never ask again.
The “home health nurse” we see going into the blind neighbor’s place (Harry’s other brother) sees to certain “needs” but he still needs to see a medical professional which is why we see the transport van on a regular basis.
And Harry isn’t going to move, that was a silly thing his kids were hoping for. This is his home, he knows everyone and everything. One of his granddaughters and wife will be moving in with him, one is a real nurse and the other is an office drone who wants to be a tradwife so that will work out nicely for them and for us, because the one who wants to be the tradwife also wants to raise chickens and a cow.
And I’m kinda fading…well zoning and thinking about fireflies but - @purplehorseshoe I know about the t-shirt quilts and that has always been the plan. But it has never happened and I’m kinda thinking that if I haven’t made that a priority in the last 20-30 years, I probably won’t now.
Bright tree…That dress sounds like it was made with so much love and holds so many memories. I only have one thing like that and do understand your feelings. My super mature grown-up response to looking at my thing and thinking about what to do with it is to put it back in the closet and let it be a problem for the future.
Would cotton balls help keep the mess off the walls?
We just had another HUGE storm pass by, lots of hard rain, some hail and all blowing towards DC. (otoh, trump would probably love seeing rain falling on the wrestlers oiled bodies, he’s so badly closeted its not funny.)
Well, I’m up later than I expected and should head to the shower. We have a 10 am funeral to attend tomorrow and want to pretend to be respectable. (Hubs now has a dark blue button down shirt and black dress slacks. I think he liked her too.)