Best post-Europe-eating workout: Help daughter and son-in law-move into their first home. Every night I come home shaking from fatigue. I have learned I am not young anymore. I have learned I never want to move. I have learned that less is more. I have learned its really fun to have girl talk with my daughter as we spend days together, figuring out where to put dishes, candles, rugs, clothing, and the like. Taylor and I keep waiting, hoping, that some kind neighbor will bring cookies and say hi. But the world has changed so much, I dont think that will happen. I always like to take flowers, ice cream, or cookies whenever new neighbors move into our neighborhood. I like to drop off a card with my address and phone number and offer to help. We did meet Taylor and Riks across the street neighbor last night: A med student who moved into his house two weeks ago. His wife was due with a baby yesterday! My compassionate daughter spent a few minutes googling some dinner recipes to take to them. Im eager for my sweet husband to come home from Telluride in a few hours. I think Ill make him soak in the hot tub this cool/breezy/rainy night.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 23:52:38 +0000
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