I had to take my son’s advice and stop looking at targets down range. I am only concentrating on the five meter target, the one right in front of my face, absolutely next in line to happen. Even if I have an inkling about what is happening in a couple of days, or next week, my initial response is, “I don’t have a clue.” That is how my brain is choosing to cope with the exhaustion and stress (good and difficult things alike) of the past couple of weeks.
The good news is: everything is going great. My nephew made it here from Germany to visit my mom, and the house in the Black Forest is on the market after three days of steady, tiring, manual labor. The windows are cleaned (until the next windstorm with rain – which is happening often of late), the patio is weeded and swept (until the new weeds sprout from all the rain), the trees and bushes are pruned, floors cleaned, nail holes filled and painted, and the paperwork is done.
The smallest of things came to mind as I worked on the house. When I dusted a particular shelf, I thought of the vase my son brought me from Japan. As I weeded the flag stone, I thought of the Fergie (our name for our 1954 tractor) that I used to haul the flag stone down the hill from a neighbor who didn’t want it. As I washed windows, I thought of my mother who never got to see this house, and now who’s cataracts keep her from seeing out her own window.
The next two weeks will be spent with my grandsons (and their parents of course). It’s always good to look forward, rather than back, and they help me do that. There is no time to be melancholic with those little guys running the show. Once back home, school will almost be out and our summer fun begins.
Happy Mother’s Day everyone! I hope you all get breakfast in bed!