New Abode

On Wednesday Steve, Tonya and I started moving stuff into the house. My friend Rosemary's son, Joey helped also. Steve is doing lots of work on the house and Tonya and I are going through her "Shabby Chic" storage. Steve calls it "Chubby Chick". Do you think that has underlying meaning? So we cleared out all the staging furniture that Steve and Tonya had in the garage and I now have a furnished house. By now I am getting very excited. Very little cleaning was needed as everything is brand new or close to it. Tonya and Steve have done wonders with this house. It is fresh and lovely and updated. The yard needs some work but there will be plenty of time for that. I am still surprised at the generosity of strangers (well, strangers to me). Tonya and Steve have friends who donated a stove, microwave and refrigerator. I am so appreciative and the items all are in great shape. Anything I ever had "extra" or stored in the garage was usually on it's last leg. These appliances were "slightly used". I feel very blessed.

Serenity and Jessica will be here on Saturday. We are very excited to see Serenity's reaction when she sees the house. She saw it in June when we were in Arizona, actually we both saw it for the first time together. When she first walked in she said "this place is a dump". Aunt Tonya told her it just needed lots of work and Serenity said "it's going to take a whole lot of work". Serenity is much more demonstrative then her grandma. Grandma is generally hard pressed to show much emotion, good or bad. Tonya says it's a family thing. We learned years ago to not get excited about anything until it actually happened, because there was always the chance that it wouldn't happen. Many times this was a distinct possibility and more often than not it was the end result. Example: the playhouse/clubhouse my kids never got. I think this was something I learned in my childhood and I must have passed it on to my children. What a terrible heritage. I know all this sounds very negative but it is actually just realistic. This way, if it doesn't happen, the let down is much less harsh.

When I spoke to Serenity on the phone, I asked if she remembered the house. "I don't know," she said, "but did you get a new brick put in?" Of all the things for her to remember. You'd think it would be one of the holes, in the wall, or the ceiling, or the middle of the living room floor, but no, it was the brick. There was a brick that had come out by the front door and it was sitting on the ledge of the brick trim. She wanted to know if I got a new brick for it.

This morning we pick Jessica and Serenity up from the airport. I can hardly wait. There's never a dull moment when "Miss Serenity" is around. She keeps grandma on her toes.