Oh wow. Where to start? Two weeks ago I went to Phoenix and helped my mom move here to CO. It was a long, hard week on us all. My family has been in that house close to 70 years and every square inch of it shows it. From the spices from Grandma that were never thrown away~she died in 1976 (GROSS!) to the handprints in the cement of me as a kid and my boys too as things were added on. That house was full of ghosts. Both my great uncle and aunt died in the living room in the same spot years apart. They were peaceful and watchful ghosts and it was hard to send them on their way. But is was time. We spent time visiting all the graves, even driving down to Ajo, AZ where I had my car checked and identity questioned by border patrol because seriously what is a good reason to give a border patrol guard for visiting Ajo?
I passed a digital sign at one point from my moms to my in laws that showed the temperature as 122 degrees. I only pray that was wrong. It felt it.
We attended a retirement party for my mom. Yes, at 81 she finally retired. I hope I have that kind of stamina at her age. I don’t think I will though. I think that comes from a generation that fought so hard for everything. Lets face it, our generation is kinda wimpy. I am OK with that. Shoot, get me a rocking chair now!
Carter had an awesome birthday party thrown by Grandma with his cousins. It was so so wonderful to spend time with our family.
Things are still buzzing with school starting and doctors appointments and the mountains and mountains of boxes from AZ. But we are good. I am exhausted, we all are, but happy and that is all that matters.