We're moved....errrrr....sort of. Right now one room is still filled with boxes and our garage looks a site. But, we are in the new house, yesterday signed out of the old one and well, what can I say? I love the house. Need to work on getting rid of the carpets...my allergies are out of control. Yesterday the cable, phone and internet went back on. Yippee. Now, I feel like we are getting somewhere. I have many things that need to be done and just don't know where to start, so, I just take it one box at a time. Yep you read that right. One box at a time...not a day at a time but a box. Sometimes you just need to put things in perspective LOL.
I need to get things put together by the end of next month when Justin and his wife will be here. I can hardly wait to see them again. I look forward to getting to know my new daughter in law better. She was so very sweet in Germany and I felt she was just the right person for Justin. He needs someone that will keep his eye on the ball and in line. I just know she will keep him straight.
Lately, I have been really missing my dad. It wasn't as if we spent a lot of time together not even on the phone but when you don't have them to call and get irritated at anymore it seems sadder to me. I had googled my name both married and unmarried. Good I think to say nothing surprising came up and nothing bad...that's a good thing. But, there was a site from a family reunion years ago and it had a great shot of my dad. I was able to copy the picture and plan to have it printed out. But, it gave me pause to revisit memories and good times that we had. I wish that I had spent more time with him, caring about him and letting him know. But, I didn't.
This week a man who was dear to me in my early Christian walk passed away. I am happy for him that he has gone on to his reward. Sad for his family because I know how badly it hurts to lose someone you love....I pray they know how much of an example he was to so many and how many peoples lives he touched just by his being who he was. He will be dearly missed.
Well, this is turning out to be quite depressing so, I will end this for now. I will write more when I can find my way through the house without having to dodge boxes.
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Last night I caought myself wanting to talk to my mom. We rarely spoke - too much history I guess. How odd. Life is strange.
Yeah! Keeping up with all of us is more important than unpacking!!
Love & Miss you, Ceal!
jane b.
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