I’m back and so glad to be here. It’s been an incredibly busy summer that started out with us packing and moving the in-laws from their apartment into a senior’s facility. They didn’t need to do much downsizing because the spaces were comparable in size, but their move inspired me to continue to clean out the accumulation of “stuff” that one collects over the years.
As we packed—and packed and packed—I kept thinking that I don’t want to put my boys through this. Better to get stuff sorted and recycled and discarded BEFORE it’s time to downsize.
There’s also the fact that the older we get, the harder it is to make changes in our life. At 95 and 86, my in-laws were resistant to the move. They didn’t want to leave their apartment. They didn’t want to part with anything. My father-in-law kept packing and unpacking and repacking the same box, until we’d finally sneak it out of his room when his back was turned, tape it closed, and move it to the pile of boxes so he’d be done with it.
Except when we’d arrive the next day, he’d have opened all of the boxes in his search to find the one we took from him.
On the day before the actual move, I was packing up the last of the kitchen items. When I thought I was finished, I double-checked each cupboard and drawer to ensure that I hadn’t missed anything. Then I opened up the dishwasher…and it was full of dirty dishes that my mother-in-law had been storing there until the move.
My DH says that the look on my face was priceless, a mixture of stunned disbelief and barely contained annoyance. Before a few choice words could escape, I sealed my mouth shut, unloaded the dishwasher, and proceeded to wash and dry all of the dishes so I could pack them away for the movers.
The packing ordeal lasted three whole weeks. Three weeks of hot, humid weather. Three weeks of sorting and packing, unpacking and repacking. Three weeks of digging deep and discovering more patience than both my DH and I thought we ever had.
Thankfully, it’s long over now and the in-laws are still adjusting to their new place. On the day my in-laws moved, my mother went in for her knee operation, which I’ll tell you all about next time. 🙂
You should check it out. Maybe buy copies to give to your friends and relatives as gifts. My Banana Nut Bread is in the book along with a pile of mouth-watering recipes that will make you want to spend time in your kitchen. And then, of course, there’s the advice on love and writing that each author shared.
When was the last time you packed up and moved yourself or someone else? Did you love it as much as I did? Or are you looking forward to the next move?
Just a quick note to let you know that today is Digital Book Day and there are 400+ books available for FREE. So hurry on over to the Digital Book Day website and grab some great reads. The offer is only good for today, Monday, July 14, 2014.
This weekend, I joined the Addictive Summer Reads Event (lots of great prizes and lots of great books priced at $0.99 including Always Remember), but my thoughts are on the many unsung heroes who surround us every day.
A recent bout of bad luck sent our youngest son to the emergency room for the second time this month. After years of believing himself to be indestructible, a herniated disc finally brought him to his knees. It caused pain like I’d never witnessed before, making him immobile, and I had to call the ambulance to take him to the emergency room. It was the first time we’ve ever had to call for an ambulance…and I certainly hope it’s the last.
From the moment I greeted the Paramedic and EMT at the door, I knew my son was in good hands.They were calm, caring, and yes, even funny. And as an added bonus, they had enough drugs to cut through my son’s pain so that they were finally able to walk him out to the ambulance so they could take him to the hospital.
In anything resembling an emergency situation, I panic, fall apart. I’m much more hardwired to be behind a desk, staying one emotional mile away from the real action.
Whereas these special people are hardwired to be calm in the center of chaos. I should know because I married one. My husband was a long time member of the local fire department, and it was not uncommon to hear about him running into burning buildings to rescue people or the treasured contents of the owners with no fear for himself.
Whenever an emergency occurs at home, he’s the first person I call. And fortunately our boys inherited this quality from their father, this ability to be calm in the face of danger, this ability to care for others before they care for themselves.
So to all of our heroes — ambulance personnel, firefighters, police force, military, and anybody who has the capability to walk into an emergency situation and deal — you have my utmost, heartfelt admiration and thanks for all you do, all you are.
Have you had a personal encounter with a hero? Please tell us about it. It’s all fodder for the writing mill, you know. 🙂