teens in residence

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.