There was this nice list of links of sites and blogs I dig but couldn’t get everything to load correctly. Hope I will have that figured out pretty darn soon! I fear I’ve let too much time go by without a blog post, even if that’s only important to me. Dust accumulates around the house as experiences roll by and then I feel overwhelmed. And I wanted to learn to link and add a blog roll; I’m still learning blogging etiquette and technique. In future, I hope to post twice a month. Short ones. With pictures.
This weekend, grandson and his little sister stayed with me. It could have all gone terribly wrong, as I tend to get a bit stressed and anal, or I could hope to plan the time in such a way so that we would all be pleasantly occupied. Eleven year old Castle is into Nat Geo, his Kindle Fire, and movies. Morgana, age 6, is very pink-centric, curious, and energetic. They have different fathers.
My home is filled with mementos handed down plus all my books, dolls, artwork and supplies; it’s only natural that a little girl would want to touch and know about these treasures. And what a glorious way to get my dusting done! Even when Morgana chided me on how thick the dust was, I didn’t mind. Side by side we “swiffer’d” the whole house as I told her histories of my things. Castle cooked for us and enjoyed his down time.
A highlight this spring was “Cousin-Sister” Julie’s visit. When we’re not cracking ourselves up we are discussing serious subjects and marvel that other folks might disagree with our opinions. Since I couldn’t take time off from my part-time job, Cousin-Sister finished painting my kitchen the mocha shade, and put a lovely light grey paint on my guest room walls. We power washed my siding and freshened up the golden-orange shutters outside. She delved into my newest books on decor, and we shopped for new fabric for kitchen window curtains she will make for her townhouse in VA. Oh! What a glorious time we had!
Two years ago I almost lost this beloved cottage. I treasure my 3rd generation White Rock/East Dallas roots. Julie and I always go visit the family at Grove Hill Cemetery when she’s here. We catch them up on current events and ask for guidance. This year we felt Nannie was most assuredly there for us. I introduced them to my Cube; they must have been surprised to see I’d finally let go of my little red Chevy.
Change is so hard but often necessary, don’t you agree?