I have never slept this much on one weekend.
I found coffee pot and had my first real cup of coffee in four days this morning. We have yet to grocery shop, so I added my favorite Florida Orange Blossom Honey to sweeten the bitter taste of my Starbucks Verona brew.
We have dug out of our move, mostly.
I have my red office in the front bedroom. My hub’s desk is next to mine. The phone man is coming Thursday to wire the office. So, I will have to move everything away from the wall — again. But I am going to enjoy this because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We have dug out of our move and I am sitting in my chair and it is the middle of June and I no longer pay rent.
I have to thank my father-in-law for this house. A year ago, he was at the VA hospital after taking a turn for the worse. That was the last card we ever gave him.
We have no TV until the satellite dish folks come tomorrow.
It is quiet. I miss my Dad too. He has been gone for 20 years, 1994. My mad scientist Daddy the engineer is missed. I never knew what he was going to do next. But the can do attitude and my assertiveness is owed to him. He never let me be a wimpy mousy woman. I can fix cars because of him. I can fix cars and other tough things. I also know how to negotiate a deal without allowing folks to low ball me on their offer.
It is too quiet and well, I just changed the faucet on the shower and we overslept for church this morning. Our new parish is around the corner within walking distance. Mass in Portuguese is at 7 pm
We need something new. Thing is this: I understand these folks but I know Spanish. I can get what they are saying, but my husband is going to be lost lost trying to understand what is going on. He doesn’t even know Spanish.
So goes oversleeping in a multi- cultural diocese. And on we go.