I am very feeling very bitter-sweet about leaving this house. I was a single woman with 4 children when I bought this house. It felt SO GOOD to be able to buy my OWN house in my OWN name. I don't know if I will ever have the chance again to be a homeowner by myself. Oh well, time to get over it and move on.
Soon I will change my address and get a new zip code. I love my zip code! 96734....it's the best. The new one will be 96822. Not the same zing to it when I say it.
I went to Pier 1 just to look around. I found some miniature ornaments that I will use on my miniature tree. My husband, Joe, bought an artificial tree with lights on it from Home Depot. I thought it would be a small, table top tree. Well, during dinner I found out it is almost 5' tall! Now that is big! My miniature ornaments will look silly on a tall tree. I'll have to see about this!
But for just $38 I can't complain.
Sidebar: While I was sitting in bed, checking random blogs, I heard my cat, Milky, crying. I thought she was outside and I would let her in when I went to bed. A little while later I heard a noise like someone was in the house. My other cat, Shombay, woke up and was looking where the noise was coming from. Then it dawned on me!! Yesterday I went into Cherie's bedroom for a minute and then walked out and shut the door! Could Milky have followed me in there? I got up and opened the bedroom door and sure enough! Out walks Milky, crying for food.! hahahaha...silly cat. Bedrooms are for people! She ate, and I just let her out. Guess who wants in again? Sometimes I will let her in the back door, and she will walk across the room and want to be let out of the front door! I guess she is just too lazy to walk around the house.! White trash cat....
Ok, so a little more about me. I was married for 27 years to a wonderful man. He got cancer and 18 months later died. My youngest daughter was 9. Terrible time in my life. I also lost my dad and my mom that year. Three people died within 5 months. To the day! A couple of months after my husband died I ran into one of his chemo nurses. She told me I didn't have the stress all over my face. I was shocked and asked her if I really looked different. She said she could see the stress in my face every time I came in with my husband. Hmmm.....the things we don't see in ourselves.
As I look back on that time of my life, I realize just how stressful it was. And on a daily basis. I worked full time, had 4 kids to get up, get dressed, off to school and then have them return in the afternoon. My oldest daughter was in college so she helped me a lot. My husband needed to go to see one of his many doctor's almost every day of the week. This meant getting him ready, getting him in the car, driving to the clinic, getting out of the car and finding a wheel chair. Getting him into the wheel chair and then parking the car. Wheeling around to his various doctor's offices. picking up prescriptions, leaving him at the curb, getting the car and driving it to pick him up, getting him in the car, driving home and then getting him out of the car and into the house. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, helping with homework and then everything else that comes with being a caregiver and mom. All this on a good day.
I can't really complain because this went on for only the last six weeks of his life.
And here we are, 9 1/2 years later and I can still recall vividly this routine. *Big Sigh*
And that's the way it was. Aloha for another night.
