First off, I want to thank everyone out there for their warm condolences and thoughts. I wasn't able to actually read any of your comments til today, but they gave me nice prickles just the same. Funny that can happen when I haven't ever even laid eyes on the vast majority of you, but it did. My sincere thanks to you all. It's nice to be back.
Husband finally came home from Atlanta last night, and I was so excited to see him. And not just because he was bringing the laptop back home either. I missed my husband sorely indeed. This house and our lives in it aren't the same without him.
Actually, our lives have changed quite dramatically over the past week and a half even without his long absence. Husband will likely be away for all weekends over the next month and a half as he and various relatives--and me sometimes--converge in Atlanta to work on the house. There's a deadline, too, since there's already a contract on the house with a closing date of St. Patrick's Day. Makes it a bit more stressful having a deadline, but on the other hand not having to deal with selling a house from out of state will be worth the pressure, I think. The hot Atlanta real estate market is a blessing to them right now.
There's quite a lot of stuff to sort through in that house. Husband's parents were married for more than 35 years, if I remember correctly, and you can amass quite a number of material possessions in that time if you're not paying attention. His mother died of cancer 4 years ago and they culled some things then, but Husband's father dabbled in painting, sketching, photography, and poetry. This means that Husband must painstakingly go through his father's artifacts and try to make a judgment about what should be kept. It won't be easy for my sentimental, packrat spouse. And it's not the kind of task you can delegate to just anyone, including me.
So there's that. And then there's this doggie I mentioned. (Somehow, I can't break myself of calling him "doggie" rather than dog. He's quite small.) Sister and Bean are both ecstatic at the new addition to the household. Our 2 cats are terrified. And I'm NOT looking forward to the long days ahead of me filled with naps interrupted by non.stop.barking.and.crying as we keep him temporarily isolated from the cats. Otherwise, he's a nice doggie and I'm sure he'll settle in nicely one of these days. Well, somewhat sure. Cautiously optimistic, maybe. You know, trying to be a good sport and all.
But dammit, it's hard when he wakes up Bean after a VERY short morning nap! Like he just did. So I've gotta go already.
I'll get caught up on everyone else's blogs soon. I hope. One of these days, maybe...