Sistah Pat

Finally home.  It seems like the drive took forever.  Even though Mom is pretty comfy in the RV, we don’t like to push it so we took two days to get there and two days to drive home.  Pretty rad for an 11 hour trip.  Actually, we couldn’t have covered any more yesterday than what we did.  Traffic was a major pain in the butt.  It took us nine hours to cover about 300 miles.  Never seemed to be any major wrecks or anything but we passed a lot of minor fender benders that were just enough to overtax the crowded interstate and bring things to a standstill.  Today, we encountered some snow and sleet and that slowed things down a little but not too bad.

Now I can get the RV unpacked and get my mind wrapped around work.  Phyllisann called the house earlier today and left a message that I was selected to do the staff Christmas party.  I guess that’s what I get for being gone today.  Not sure what that entails but I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

DH and I did not want to come home.  We were on the balcony in the cabin, in our tee shirts, watching the sunset and he said, “I wish we didn’t have to go home.  Ever…”  I know what he means.  We sleep to the sounds of birds and crickets.  The only light is from the moon and stars.  Half the time, our cell phones won’t work and we love it. 

We’ve been home an hour.  The phone has rang at least six times.  DS is here with his latest girlfriend.  She has her ratty little dog with her and he ran in and peed on the carpet.  DIL showed up with granddaughter, Holly, and then called me to tell me to make sure she doesn’t hang around with DS’s girlfriend because, I quote, “She’s nothing but a slut.”  I told her to talk to DS and leave me out of it and she immediately starts telling me all kinds of crap and trying to put me in the middle.  DS comes in the kitchen complaining about her and I told him I don’t want to hear it.  Just get the damn divorce and be done with it.  He says he’s paid for it and signed all the papers and she’s the one who won’t finish it up.  I don’t know.  I don’t care.  I just want to go back to Florida.

Okay, so let’s go back to Florida…The weather was gorgeous Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.  It was gorgeous Saturday morning but then it started raining and turned off cold Saturday afternoon.  I got most of the grass mowed and that was a major job.  I hadn’t been down there since the first week of April.  The meadow had grown up to where the weeds were over my head in a lot of areas.  I cut it.  Then I cut it again.  Then I cut it at right angles to the other two times I cut it, and finally, I cut all the areas that didn’t go down in all the other cuttings.  I went walking in the woods several times.  Had long steamy soaks in the clawfoot tub and looked at a million stars while I laid back and sipped wine or beer.  Lots of times, when I’m lying out there late at night, I imagine that a deer wanders out of the woods and stands in the clearing.  One of these days, it’s going to happen.  In the meantime, I just lie under the stars and wait.