Friday the 13th conjures up all sorts of thoughts of mishaps in most folks. I gave up that notion ions ago.I met Miss Jessica's (and Miss Jenifer's) dad on a Friday the 13th--with a full moon to boot! While that didn't work out for the long haul, I am blessed with two daughters, so all is not lost.
This is just another example of how something good always comes of every situation.
We're still blending here.
Lots of shifting of boxes to storage and rearranging of furniture still goes on, but we are adjusting to everyone's individual timetable.
I'm still a morning person and savor the time I have before the rest of the house wakes up. I enjoy the quiet time--the 2 hours or so I have before the rest of the world gets moving.
I read the Times on line and get all worked up over the injustice in the world. I usually have my opinions well-formed by the time Pop calls. When he asks me what I'm doing, I share with him what I've been reading. It doesn't take long before he passes me on to Momo. Pop is very progressive but he's smart enough to take a break when he needs it.
With Father's Day this Sunday, I'm hoping I can give him a break--I'm planning a dinner honoring him and my favorite father-in-law.
4 comments:
sounds like you're all adjusting well. it takes time...
it must be a tough transition, but an exciting one.
hope the turkey eggs are doing well.
LOVE the pics! It's like a Disney movie come to life :-)
It must be quite a drastic change - and do you really have dear like that at the bottom of your garden? Nice! (Supermum, who was brought up in Kenya, likes to try and convince people that she had elephants at the bottom of hers. But that's another (tall) story).
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