First
I'd like to thank everyone for their comments on my last two posts.
I know we are supposed to be sad when a father dies but it's hard to
care about someone who didn't care about us. Several of you hoped we
could forgive and move on, that forgiveness would release us. I
don't know if forgiveness is the right word, but we came to terms
with the situation long ago and let it go. I may not hold a grudge
against him but it would have been dishonest of me to pretend that I
cared.
Last
week was going to be busy before we had to factor in the funeral. I
had to clean and seal a door panel and get it reinstalled and get new
samples made for the Leadership Wall for my presentation next Tuesday
and be home Wednesday evening to welcome the grandkids who were
coming to stay through today. The installation got pushed back to
afternoon which allowed us to get the samples done but did not give
me the time to clean and seal the sidelites on site as planned so I
have to go back and do that.
We
did this job about 12 years ago and replaced the panel on the right
after it got broken. We also took the intact panel out so it could
be cleaned and sealed. This has always been one of my favorite
jobs. It still is.
So
for the last four days it's been the usual whirlwind of meal after
meal and lots of dish washing though this time I instituted a new
rule...everyone had to wash their own dishes. Still, lots of pots
and pans and stray glasses which fell to me, but it was much better.
the three grandgirls
I
took the girls over to my sister's house one afternoon to visit with their cousins, my
great nieces who were visiting from Albuquerque.
We flew kites. We
went to the feed store and got vegetables for the garden. We cooked.
The girls came up to the store on Saturday, explored the square, and
hung out while I worked at the antique store.
We went to their
favorite re-sale shop and the emporium in Glen Flora and everybody
found something they wanted (I found a very nice small ceramic pot
with a dragonfly on it for $1). We watched a movie.
They chalked up the
driveway. The boy hung out with his posse, the neighborhood boys,
sometimes at our place and sometimes at theirs.
The
parental unit showed up about 1:30 to fetch the little darlings.
And
I'm not getting a single other thing accomplished for the rest of the
day.
love that chalk drawing! sounds like a blast with the grands. i bet you're tired, though.
ReplyDeletei like the swishy trees!
Death conquers all ...
ReplyDeleteI love the doors - no wonder they are your favourite.
I'm looking forward to the easter weekend - four days to spend tackling my new project.
Listen- I don't believe in that forgiveness shit. What the hell does that even MEAN? But you sure as hell can let it all go and be relieved. I get that. Completely.
ReplyDeleteI love that door. Did you know I dated a glass artist once? He was amazing. I am trying to remember his name. Haha! But seriously, he opened my eyes to the amazing art of glass etching which you are so very, very good at.
Okay. I remembered his name. I guess he's still alive. He was sort of handsome. But crazy.
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I love your honesty....makes you admirable in my book.
ReplyDeleteThe visit with your grands and their cousins sounds like tons of fun...and dishes and energy. Rest, you deserve it for sure.
I adore a driveway when it's loved like that.
Oma Linda
ps I didn't know you had relatives here in Burque?
Good job all round, even the leprechaun is smiling.
ReplyDeleteI'd say that's a pretty full day! I do love that set of doors -- really nice. I bet the owners were upset when that sidelight broke. (That's the window on the side, I guess, right?)
ReplyDeleteSounds both rich and exhausting. Love having grandkids visit and now that yours are old enough to do dishes...they should come more often.
ReplyDeleteLove those doors!
ReplyDeleteFour kids in the house sounds exhausting - ha! But then you get to experience your fabulous peace when they leave (although I expect you actually enjoy the kids too).
I love when grandkids come to visit but it can be so tiring.
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Those door panels are just gorgeous, Ellen. You do amazing work.
ReplyDeleteThey do have a way of wearing you out don't they? I wouldn't worry too much about the morality of being glad they SOB is gone. It will soon be forgotten anyway. Love the doors. Do you keep the patterns for future use and things like this?
ReplyDeleteI just learned that I can become strangers with someone who was formerly close. So I get it when you say you honestly didn't care. Onwards and upwards!
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