These past two months have FLOWN by in a flurry of celebrations! Three weddings, three graduations, two conventions, four camps, one birthday party and I’m beat. The six members of our family have only been together for ONE day since June 12, 2014. That just ain’t right! I miss all my birdies in the nest at the same time. Don’t even tell me how many miles we’ve driven since May! Oklahoma and back to Phoenix then to Lake Tahoe and back then to the Bay Area and back. I flew to my last convention in California, but then drove back AGAIN with a friend. At this point, one son is still in California but will be home on Sunday. That will give us two complete weeks together before our eldest daughter goes back to college.
I’m not sure I’m liking this stage of life. My weary soul just wants a cabin in the woods where the whole family is stuck together to play games and laugh… and no one has to leave for a long long long time. And I will be there, so we won’t run out of toilet paper. My family was 27 squares away from wiping with junk mail when I got home on Sunday night!
Three weeks is the longest I was gone and it was about one week too long. I came home to dead, dead and more dead plants, animals and food in the fridge that should have found its way out of the fridge WEEKS previously. We are sadly down to two chickens. One died of heart failure after being cornered by our dog. The other of heat stroke when it was 112*F! Whew! I spent an hour one morning going around the yard and pulling out all the dead plants. Most of them were winter flowers that would have died by 110 degrees anyway…. but it hadn’t been that hot yet. And my family needs smelling salts because their noses had to be numb not to notice the odors emanating from the fridge.
Even the grass is dead. That’s another long painful story for another long painful time… but I’m seriously looking into fake grass. It’s always green. It doesn’t need water. It looks pretty. It makes me feel okay about living in the desert… when it doesn’t look like the desert. I don’t know how to calculate watering the grass costs, but I’m sure in two or three years we would break even with fake grass and then be home free. And I would be happy seeing green.
Never in my ever-loving life have I seen piles of laundry on my kitchen table. The KITCHEN TABLE! For the love of God and all that’s holy. What in the world? There was another pile of clothes in between the couch and the coffee table in the family room. After an inquiry I found that it WAS on the couch but got pushed on the floor and probably isn’t clean any more because the dogs have been sleeping on it. Probably?
“Things fall apart when I’m gone,” I lamented to my husband in the dark of the night on the backyard swing. “I’m glad you’re home,” was his thoughtful reply. Yeah, I’m glad too.