We arrived home at 11:30 p.m. last night. We're still tired from the trip. At least neither of us got sick this trip!
Had a great visit with my Dad and took him by to tour all the places we looked at this time. Made an offer on 11 acres with mobile home, pole barn and 200 feet of shared beachfront access. Once again, time will tell.
Saw lots of deer, especially on the drive home as we left for home at 4 p.m. Had two near misses and decided to stay behind another vehicle whenever we could. Better they take the hit than us; cruel thought, I know.
The grandkids were all "bored" and everything except the ham and mashed potatoes was made from a box, a microwaveable bag or take out. Yuk. I lost my appetite before I started eating. Then my children brought up the fact that none of their kids know how to cook! You think maybe that has something to do with their parents not taking the time to?
When we looked at the property we made an offer on, we showed my Dad "his room" and he cried. "At least maybe if I stayed with you two once in awhile, someone would listen to me when I open my mouth," he said. We told him we feel the same way. Aside from the perfunctory questions (how are you? Great to see you!), the kids and grandkids basically talked to one another or text messaged. Guess we've joined the "golden years."
We've had lots of calls on the backhoe and three people scheduled to see it, so we're hoping it goes down the drive quickly.
Have not read much in the blogs. No energy. Maybe tomorrow.
We always stop at Sweetie's brother's home on our way to and from up north. This time there was a note on his sliding glass door. He's hospitalized with liver failure. He's 74, a widow for 19 years and has drank every day since then. Sad to watch and we know we're helpless to change the situation.
Sweetie fired up the woodstove (it's 38 here) and then fell asleep with the damper open! It's now 82 in here and I'm gonna strip down and throw on a cotton robe. Exciting huh?
Take care all, Treesong