Thank God it is, at this point a good bit north of our new house.
We took Albert to orientation at Coastal Carolina University last week. The college was welcoming but the sessions were long and boring. The good news was that we got to spend time in our new house. It is beautiful, open, bright and airy. We all were impressed. We pulled into the SC house around 9 or so Thursday night. And wandered around this bright, gorgeous house that had no beds, in fact no furniture of any kind. This was the first time in a long time I slept on the floor, not that I really slept. I spent way too much of the night wandering around a dark empty house. I couldn't read because there was nowhere to sit and keep warm. I had brought down a number of blankets, but we were using them as mattress and blankets both. It was a long night.
Luckily we had planned well and had the basic furniture delivered. A bedroom set for Ben, 3 mattress sets (one for Ben, one forAlbert and one for us) a sofa, an armchair and foot rest, and a table and chairs. Life was good.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I Am Just About Ready To Complain About My Hair
It's at an awkward stage. It is too short to do anything with, but it just looks messy.
Of course it wasn't too long ago that I was whining about not having any hail
Life is tough.
Thursday we will be on our way to Myrtle Beach. Albert is scheduled for orientation at his college and we are all going too. We want to learn what we need to learn about college and see our new house. I can't wait.
Of course it wasn't too long ago that I was whining about not having any hail
Life is tough.
Thursday we will be on our way to Myrtle Beach. Albert is scheduled for orientation at his college and we are all going too. We want to learn what we need to learn about college and see our new house. I can't wait.
Monday, April 06, 2009
It's about time I posted again
Standing on my feet for a 40 hour week, even if it is at a job I love, wears me out. I am off today and have cleaned house, run errands, started going to a quilt guild and felt a bit more alive.
Life is good.
Quilt guild.
It is hard to go join a large group of women is hard. At least for me it was hard.
I had heard about the group from a woman who came to the book store looking for a donation for the guild quilt show. She was nice and told me about the guild and invited me to come. Unfortunately I didn't see her when I entered.
I was a big girl, I pasted a smile on my face and looked for a friendly face. All I saw were faces of ladies working on quilts and talking to friends. I thought about backing out and pretending I had a home emergency, but instead I found a place to sit pulled out my quilt.
Eventually the woman next to me started to talk to me. Her name is Carol and she is quite nice.
So was the woman next to her, and the woman across from me and the woman on the other side of me and the ...well you get the picture. I had fun and plan to go back.
My Father's Memorial Service.
My sister arranged a beautiful service. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of old family friends who came.
Two brothers, about my age, came from New York. My oldest (longest duration) friend came from Princeton and brought her mother and her sister. Their coming meant and still means the world to me. One of the men and my childhood friend both talked about what my father meant to them. Thinking about it still brings tears to my eyes. It helped me to see my father from a different perspective.
Life is good.
Quilt guild.
It is hard to go join a large group of women is hard. At least for me it was hard.
I had heard about the group from a woman who came to the book store looking for a donation for the guild quilt show. She was nice and told me about the guild and invited me to come. Unfortunately I didn't see her when I entered.
I was a big girl, I pasted a smile on my face and looked for a friendly face. All I saw were faces of ladies working on quilts and talking to friends. I thought about backing out and pretending I had a home emergency, but instead I found a place to sit pulled out my quilt.
Eventually the woman next to me started to talk to me. Her name is Carol and she is quite nice.
So was the woman next to her, and the woman across from me and the woman on the other side of me and the ...well you get the picture. I had fun and plan to go back.
My Father's Memorial Service.
My sister arranged a beautiful service. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of old family friends who came.
Two brothers, about my age, came from New York. My oldest (longest duration) friend came from Princeton and brought her mother and her sister. Their coming meant and still means the world to me. One of the men and my childhood friend both talked about what my father meant to them. Thinking about it still brings tears to my eyes. It helped me to see my father from a different perspective.
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