I apoligize to my gentle readers for the lack of updates, commentary, and general commitment of words to page, or photons as the case may be. One of my dear friends decided to emulate a tsunami, and like unto that force of nature is sweeping all before her. She is most especially sweeping the woman who has been living with us for the past 18 months out of my house, lock, stock and baggage. Moreover, she has organized many of our other friends to assist. And so it is that I have watched four or five van loads of boxes go into storage, shelves dismantled, and the actual existence of floor in the room being vacated affirmed by empirical evidence.
And there’s more. I told my son’s best friend’s mom that I was to the point of asking to borrow a lawnmower, as I couldn’t start mine and really didn’t intend to grow my own personal tall grass prairie. I was indeed hinting, but she didn’t say anything except “that’s really frustrating” so I dropped the subject. Lo and behold, about half an hour later her husband rang the doorbell. In his hands were some tools and a can of engine cleaner. He said K. had mentioned that my mower still wasn’t working, and would I like him to try to fix it? I’m nominating him for sainthood; he proceeded to spend about 45 minutes arguing with the machine. By the time he was done, it was purring like the proverbial kitten. Then he reset the mowing height so it wouldn’t bog down, explained a bit about care and feeding of mowers, and turned it over to me. I proceeded to tame my prairie over the next couple of hours, while the others packed our housemate’s possessions and loaded them into my van, to be hauled off to storage so there would be room for more packed cartons. My foster brother came in from Louisville and finished repairing my walls, priming them and putting on a first coat of paint.
Tonight yet another friend has come over, picked up the chaos in the family room for me, and run the vacuum while I made dinner. She’s also scraped up the plaster on the floor from the wall repair project, a real blessing since I have a really tough time crawling around on the floor courtesy of seriously abused knees. She’ll be here awhile, as she’s doing her laundry while she’s here. Meanwhile, she’s reading and recovering from playing with a very rambunctious small boy.
I have such wonderful friends, I really do. I couldn’t make it through without them. So here, in a public place, I say thank you, one and all.