Hah! No, I'm not really wandering anywhere outside of my own house, at least not yet.
Having spent several weeks in the wet land up north back in April, I haven't been looking forward to going back up as much as I normally would. It's more the aspect of the drive, and the time away from home, than being around family up there. I'd love to be around them more.
There are a lot of timing issues that came up that needed to be worked around. Some of the items that came up, yes, I could pass off and let Marty handle, but I've already missed a lot of those things in the past couple years. They have to do with Nick's school year and now Senior pictures, and picking up his registration packet and getting registered for this year. This is the last time I'll be helping much with any part of his high school education - throughout the year that is - and I'm tired of missing it.
In light of that, my trip north will be for only two weeks, which also means once again, I'll miss seeing some of the folks up there that I haven't seen much of during the last couple years events. Back in April, I decided not to go to quilt camp this year; maybe I'll resume next year, or maybe I'll go up and be part of the one they have in spring, though it's shorter than the one that takes place during the same time as the Sisters Quilt Show.
Nick will travel north with me this time - the first time since summer of 2013. He hasn't found a summer job and doesn't appear to be giving that a 100% effort. He can help me drive, which already is making me feel better about that long drive. This may be his last opportunity for a very long time to see his relatives he used to see every summer.
We're planning to leave around 7/21 and be back home about 8/5. He starts school on 8/11, which is even earlier than last year. It seems the summers get shorter and shorter for the kids - perhaps not a bad thing given local child labor laws/regulations and the difficulty even at 17 of finding a summer job.
In other in-home wanderings, it's the endless household chores (I'm still a slacker). The last couple days have required dealing with ants. Nick cleaned out and rearranged his bedroom, leaving me to figure out what to do with all the stuff he no longer wants and which is still right in the areas of the house where he left them. I'm more "emotionally" attached to his stuff than he is (good for him/bad for me). I've still been working on genealogy, but for two or three days have been side-tracked with sorting through pictures attempting to cull out what I don't want - I've saved them ALL including duplicates over the decades, from a lot of singles activities at church, vacations and other outings. I'd like to pass some of them on to some of the folks in the photos, but I've no idea where they live any more having lost touch over the years. Many aren't on social media.
That's the news from here. Not much exciting, but that's my normal....and it's ok :)
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Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Time Keeps Moving Along
It's been well over a month again since my last update. What have I been doing in all that time? Well, nothing exciting, that's for sure, and that's why there have been no posts! And there's still been nothing of importance to really write about, but I thought I'd at least check in so you'd know I didn't kick the bucket or something!
I did get out to dinner with a couple of lady friends last night. That was a pleasant couple of hours with pleasant company and good food. I had had breakfast with one of them a month or so ago, but the other I hadn't seen since March so it was nice to catch up again.
Hubs and I will be "celebrating" our 20th anniversary next week. Neither of us has mentioned it, so expect it'll come and go like every one of the last 19...just another day.
Nick finished his junior year of high school, so we now have an official high school senior in the house. He says he's looking for a summer job...we'll see how that goes. He stays up late and then sleeps until noon.
A mama hummingbird (the 2nd one) hatched babies a few days ago. Sadly, today I noticed she wasn't gathering bugs in the air in the back yard like usual and hadn't come back to the nest, though she was at the feeder once. I also noticed an ant trail on the branch to the nest - it's right outside my kitchen window! I took a stool out and pulled the branch down a bit - it sits about 6' high - and no babies anymore - so something happened since late yesterday. The first mama to build and use this nest was very skittish & I'd had to put a curtain over the window so she wouldn't fly away every time she saw activity in the kitchen. That one's hatchlings seem to have suffered a similar fate while I was away in April. This was a different mama - different markings - and she wasn't skittish at all. At times, she would hover right outside the window and watch me. She also never flew off the nest when I went out to refill the feeder even though I'd walk right past the bush the nest is in. Maybe in the days ahead it'll be "third times a charm" and we'll get chicks that survive to adulthood.
I've worked on my genealogy quite a bit over the last few weeks. I switched to Legacy8 software from Family Tree Maker, and am going through a huge learning curve - not as easy as when I was younger. I am getting there though, and in all fairness to myself, this software is so much more powerful which is what is making all the different elements a learning challenge. An interesting tidbit I uncovered in my research was that the second wife of my paternal uncle, was in the same orphanage as my step-dad was at the same time - they were enumerated on the same page. My step-dad had a different surname at that time, as did the aunt. I asked him if he recalled her name, but he didn't, and while I still send Christmas cards to her, she never responds. Neither she, nor my step-dad were truly orphans, but this was back in 1940 when an orphanage aka children's home was available to parents who for whatever reason were no longer, or temporarily unable, to care for their children. She was there with two siblings. I don't know how long they were there, but my step-dad was there for five years until a biological aunt adopted him...yet his bio-parents were both still living.
My dad had his lower back surgery. Sounds like it went well, but he wasn't happy that they made him stay in the hospital for a couple extra days because he's so non-compliant. Additionally, he spent a week or more at rehab/care facility for the same reason and so that he'd be forced-compliant. He seems to be more inclined to comply now - I don't think he wants to be back in that same position again. He'll be 83 in August and has never been compliant with much of anything in his life.
There's not been much else of interest lately. For my quilting world activities - or lack thereof, I'll put a brief post over on Webs of Thread.
I did get out to dinner with a couple of lady friends last night. That was a pleasant couple of hours with pleasant company and good food. I had had breakfast with one of them a month or so ago, but the other I hadn't seen since March so it was nice to catch up again.
Hubs and I will be "celebrating" our 20th anniversary next week. Neither of us has mentioned it, so expect it'll come and go like every one of the last 19...just another day.
Nick finished his junior year of high school, so we now have an official high school senior in the house. He says he's looking for a summer job...we'll see how that goes. He stays up late and then sleeps until noon.
A mama hummingbird (the 2nd one) hatched babies a few days ago. Sadly, today I noticed she wasn't gathering bugs in the air in the back yard like usual and hadn't come back to the nest, though she was at the feeder once. I also noticed an ant trail on the branch to the nest - it's right outside my kitchen window! I took a stool out and pulled the branch down a bit - it sits about 6' high - and no babies anymore - so something happened since late yesterday. The first mama to build and use this nest was very skittish & I'd had to put a curtain over the window so she wouldn't fly away every time she saw activity in the kitchen. That one's hatchlings seem to have suffered a similar fate while I was away in April. This was a different mama - different markings - and she wasn't skittish at all. At times, she would hover right outside the window and watch me. She also never flew off the nest when I went out to refill the feeder even though I'd walk right past the bush the nest is in. Maybe in the days ahead it'll be "third times a charm" and we'll get chicks that survive to adulthood.
I've worked on my genealogy quite a bit over the last few weeks. I switched to Legacy8 software from Family Tree Maker, and am going through a huge learning curve - not as easy as when I was younger. I am getting there though, and in all fairness to myself, this software is so much more powerful which is what is making all the different elements a learning challenge. An interesting tidbit I uncovered in my research was that the second wife of my paternal uncle, was in the same orphanage as my step-dad was at the same time - they were enumerated on the same page. My step-dad had a different surname at that time, as did the aunt. I asked him if he recalled her name, but he didn't, and while I still send Christmas cards to her, she never responds. Neither she, nor my step-dad were truly orphans, but this was back in 1940 when an orphanage aka children's home was available to parents who for whatever reason were no longer, or temporarily unable, to care for their children. She was there with two siblings. I don't know how long they were there, but my step-dad was there for five years until a biological aunt adopted him...yet his bio-parents were both still living.
My dad had his lower back surgery. Sounds like it went well, but he wasn't happy that they made him stay in the hospital for a couple extra days because he's so non-compliant. Additionally, he spent a week or more at rehab/care facility for the same reason and so that he'd be forced-compliant. He seems to be more inclined to comply now - I don't think he wants to be back in that same position again. He'll be 83 in August and has never been compliant with much of anything in his life.
There's not been much else of interest lately. For my quilting world activities - or lack thereof, I'll put a brief post over on Webs of Thread.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Spending time in the past
Recently, I've spent a lot of time on a certain social network site acquiring friends. Now some of these weren't necessarily friends, as in close and personal, but they have become friends of a sort. Friendships do come at all levels. I've found former classmates, current friends, friends of friends, people I wanted to be closer friends with that just didn't get to that point, people I'd still like to be friends with, friends from church and groups within the church, friends from former neighbors, a couple 'friends' who are total strangers (adjusting privacy settings to keep them that way), and also friends from former employments, along with family and other associations. It can be quite mind-boggling. Mostly, it has been a real joy to re-connect with many of these people to see what paths their lives have taken, hopefully to see that they have, at least currently, happy and/or successful lives. Some I haven't seen or heard from in nearly 40 years.
I've also pulled out my box of memorabilia from high school. Now, 39 years later, it's sad, funny, sweet, and embarrassing all at the same time. In high school, I wasn't one amongst the popular crowd, nor was I in the 'picked on' crowd. I was, at least in my perception, within a group that was mostly invisible. It was a very small school in a very small town. We had around 70 graduates that year and everyone knew everyone else, not only at their own grade-level but in the entire high school. We have reunions every five years. We've lost several of our classmates to early deaths: suicide, accident, illness. We remember them fondly.
I've also pulled out my box of memorabilia from high school. Now, 39 years later, it's sad, funny, sweet, and embarrassing all at the same time. In high school, I wasn't one amongst the popular crowd, nor was I in the 'picked on' crowd. I was, at least in my perception, within a group that was mostly invisible. It was a very small school in a very small town. We had around 70 graduates that year and everyone knew everyone else, not only at their own grade-level but in the entire high school. We have reunions every five years. We've lost several of our classmates to early deaths: suicide, accident, illness. We remember them fondly.
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