Moving Mom
I’m sitting in a Courtyard Marriott watching Tropical Storm Issac turn some palm trees inside out. I planned this weekend to the minute, but did not plan on a hurricane! Neither did Mitt Romney, I suppose.
For the past few days I’ve been down in Florida, packing up my Mother’s house. Due to some health issues, she’ll be moving up to Atlanta to be closer to me. It was so strange packing up her things. Trying to decide what is important. Trying to decide what a 21st century gal such as myself is going to do with a silver chafing dish and 2 tea sets. Happy to let things go, like ugly glasses that have been moved to 4 houses and never used and plates that get nuclear-meltdown level hot in the microwave.
All this to say, posting has been pretty light this summer and thanks for sticking around.
Wishing you well, Molly. That kind of stuff is just…hard. Moving a nest always unsettles so many things.
Thank you, Rita. I really appreciate it.
All the best to you and your family. Love outweighs the challenges every time. I hope that your Mom and everyone involved handles the transition well. Thanks for sharing with us – be safe!
Many thanks, Juliet!