Good Heavens!
Oct. 30th, 2010 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenWhere did the year go?
When last I checked, it was still that lovely end of summer warm; and here it is now, with tomorrow being Halloween (or Samhain.) It's been raining here, and the days haven't exactly been warm when the sun does manage an appearance from behind the clouds. Next thing you know, we'll be pricing turkeys and trying to figure out our holiday arrangements.
Holidays. That's right. This will be the first year that I won't have all my kids at home for New Years. Squeek is all the way up in Oregon, and I don't expect to be able to see him until into Springtime. My youngest was the first one to truly escape the nest. Súl, my 29 yr old daughter, lives about as independently as she can in an apartment off the main house (with a closed door between the houses that is unlocked but never left open.) JJ, my 27 yr old learning-disabled son - twin to Squeek - will most likely never leave. He can't read, and I frankly don't trust anybody outside of family to do right by him.
So as the year winds to a close, I'm getting used to being in a diminished household.
I'm enjoying watching my daughter grow wings, however. She's been on a common-sense diet and exercise regimen for almost a year and half - and and lost an incredible amount of weight. She's working at a fantastic place, with people that genuinely like each other and go out and party together. The owners of the salon are a very interesting gay couple, and they are like older brothers to her: keeping an eye on her when they go out clubbing and giving her a place to crash when/if she has too much to drink and isn't safe driving the 20 miles home.
Mind you, I'm not ready to be a grandmother. Squeek and his wife need to do a whole lot of growing up and putting themselves on a firmer financial footing before they'll be ready to tackle a kid, and Súl doesn't even have a boyfriend yet. They're taking their time getting to that point, which isn't so bad in some ways.
What is it about autumn, and the days getting shorter and colder that make a person begin to reminisce? Perhaps it's just me. This November will mark three years since my Mom died - which is something that is still hard to believe. Squeek & wife have been out of the house for almost six months. So much change.
Eh. I guess this is what happens when I don't post in here for a couple of weeks, huh?
Sorry about that, folks.
When last I checked, it was still that lovely end of summer warm; and here it is now, with tomorrow being Halloween (or Samhain.) It's been raining here, and the days haven't exactly been warm when the sun does manage an appearance from behind the clouds. Next thing you know, we'll be pricing turkeys and trying to figure out our holiday arrangements.
Holidays. That's right. This will be the first year that I won't have all my kids at home for New Years. Squeek is all the way up in Oregon, and I don't expect to be able to see him until into Springtime. My youngest was the first one to truly escape the nest. Súl, my 29 yr old daughter, lives about as independently as she can in an apartment off the main house (with a closed door between the houses that is unlocked but never left open.) JJ, my 27 yr old learning-disabled son - twin to Squeek - will most likely never leave. He can't read, and I frankly don't trust anybody outside of family to do right by him.
So as the year winds to a close, I'm getting used to being in a diminished household.
I'm enjoying watching my daughter grow wings, however. She's been on a common-sense diet and exercise regimen for almost a year and half - and and lost an incredible amount of weight. She's working at a fantastic place, with people that genuinely like each other and go out and party together. The owners of the salon are a very interesting gay couple, and they are like older brothers to her: keeping an eye on her when they go out clubbing and giving her a place to crash when/if she has too much to drink and isn't safe driving the 20 miles home.
Mind you, I'm not ready to be a grandmother. Squeek and his wife need to do a whole lot of growing up and putting themselves on a firmer financial footing before they'll be ready to tackle a kid, and Súl doesn't even have a boyfriend yet. They're taking their time getting to that point, which isn't so bad in some ways.
What is it about autumn, and the days getting shorter and colder that make a person begin to reminisce? Perhaps it's just me. This November will mark three years since my Mom died - which is something that is still hard to believe. Squeek & wife have been out of the house for almost six months. So much change.
Eh. I guess this is what happens when I don't post in here for a couple of weeks, huh?
Sorry about that, folks.
