Betty and Emily and kitty
When I got home from the gym, I went next door to say hello to one of our neighbors, Betty. Chatting about this and that, she asked me if I would help her load her lawnmower into her car so she could take it to a hardware store to get a tune-up, sparkplug replacement, etc.. Of course, I said, and then as we were saying goodby it hit her. She hadn't told me her last brother had died. February 19th. To make matters worse, a suicide and she doesn't know why. Doesn't want to know why.
The whole situation is especially difficult as she and that last brother had been doing all the cleanup of their family's business. Their parents' estate, which is still not totally settled. An older brother's home which still needs to be weeded out and put on the market. Since Betty is a widow herself, she has to do much of this without much help. Sigh. She's a dear, sweet, hardworking individual. One of the best gardeners I know of, although her forte is veggies not flowers.
I will be thinking of, and probably praying for her, in the days to come. Could anyone out there do likewise, please?
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In the mail today was a big fat envelope from RIT, the third of the four colleges Em applied for. She stayed after school today for math help. Ray just left to pick her up, and he took the envelope with him. I'm sure, under the circumstances, it's an acceptance package. Jolly good for her. Now we'll have three colleges to consider, especially once scholarships and such come in.
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Earlier I brought out the latest homemade bread to cut for toast. Zoey completely took over the outer bag I had it in, nesting in it on the kitchen island. A ball of yarn rested adjacent, and she made it her pillow.
Cue for squeeeee!
It's a raggle-taggle mess, but I love the colors and how sweet she looks. That's cilantro to her right, a box of grape tomatoes, a yellow kitchen towel, a blue bowl, and oh, a hundred and twenty-five dollars of cultured pearls to her immediate right. Hey it's weird but it's us. Sigh.
The whole situation is especially difficult as she and that last brother had been doing all the cleanup of their family's business. Their parents' estate, which is still not totally settled. An older brother's home which still needs to be weeded out and put on the market. Since Betty is a widow herself, she has to do much of this without much help. Sigh. She's a dear, sweet, hardworking individual. One of the best gardeners I know of, although her forte is veggies not flowers.
I will be thinking of, and probably praying for her, in the days to come. Could anyone out there do likewise, please?
___________________________
In the mail today was a big fat envelope from RIT, the third of the four colleges Em applied for. She stayed after school today for math help. Ray just left to pick her up, and he took the envelope with him. I'm sure, under the circumstances, it's an acceptance package. Jolly good for her. Now we'll have three colleges to consider, especially once scholarships and such come in.
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Earlier I brought out the latest homemade bread to cut for toast. Zoey completely took over the outer bag I had it in, nesting in it on the kitchen island. A ball of yarn rested adjacent, and she made it her pillow.
Cue for squeeeee!
It's a raggle-taggle mess, but I love the colors and how sweet she looks. That's cilantro to her right, a box of grape tomatoes, a yellow kitchen towel, a blue bowl, and oh, a hundred and twenty-five dollars of cultured pearls to her immediate right. Hey it's weird but it's us. Sigh.