Never Forget

Thank you to all of the men and women who serve our Country.

Why Is It???

I have done this before. I have made funeral arrangements. I have made a few trips to the Mortuary to sign papers, deliver papers, pick out urns and every time I walk in to this Mortuary I feel like they are going to walk Myrna out from a room and tell me to take her home. It's not wishful thinking, trust me, I know she is in a better place. Maybe it's because when you walk in you are surrounded by doors that everyone is behind. Kind of an odd arrangement if you ask me. That's it, it's the floor plan that bothers me. Yup, that's it! Too many doors bother me.

The Journey Is Over...

Dear Aunt Myrna passed away early this morning. It was peaceful and really a blessing. No one should have to live with the pain that she did. Granted, it was her choice, but still no way to live.

In My Mind This Is Where I Am...

In reality, this is where I am...

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transistion that's troublesome. Isaac Asmiov

It's been quite the journey with Dear Aunt Myrna (DAM). And, who knows, she could stay in transistion for a long time. That is what is troublesome. It's not where anyone should be.
I'll keep you posted.

First Day Of School

Third grade. Something The Peddler and I have not done for a long time...get the boy off to school. Jennifer is somewhere in Oklahoma and she has trusted us to get Tucker off to his first day of school. What the heck was she thinking? Breakfast...done.

Teeth brushed...lunch packed...backpack packed.

Hair done (sort of) Sorry Jennifer. He'll look much more put together when you get home.


Now let's hope The Peddler doesn't forget to pick him up!

So, The Peddler and I have been in charge of this guy...

while his mother is on a sister/sister bonding trip all the way from South Carolina. I will admit that I was freaked out. What was I going to do with an 8 year old boy? What do they eat (especially Tucker), what do they do, how do you control them? O.K. got the picture...I freaked. I spent the week before Jennifer left asking questions. And then I found out...he's a kid, a very well behaved kid. Sure he has his mischievous times, but all in all a great kid.
He helped The Peddler mow his lawn today. As in Tuckers backyard and front yard. Not our yard.

He pushed, and he sweated. After all it was 100 degrees and humid for us Arizona people.

And eventually, this little boy got the job done. Tomorrow is another big jog. Tucker starts 3rd grade. And, The Peddler and I are taking him to school, taking pictures, packing a lunch, and hoping for the best!...and...we're loving it!

In case you've been wondering...

I have been spending alot of time with Dear Aunt Myrna (DMA) she has developed gangrene which is not a good thing. This is going to be a very trying time since I am the one and only person that is here to deal with it. Thank God for Hospice of The Valley!