Or I’ll not. Tired, a cold. I may live, but if not… It’s a win-win. *heh*
Worked on Son&Heir’s car Sunday afternoon, when it never broke freezing, then the next day, took a quick (~-500 mile round trip) jaunt to visit with my parents. Good visit. In their late eighties. They have a full life–filled with friends and lots of service activities centered around their church (and tripe to various doctors, of course). Mother’s a Reader (just try to keep her from the library! Try it… *heh*). Daddy’s still making music and “directing”–though it’s his Sunday School department he directs nowadays. Interesting people.
While my dad and I spent most of the time “visiting” around his computer, integrating more techie toys into his life, for the most part, my Wonder Woman and Mother spent just visiting or sharing some quiet time with their noses in their respective books.
Some good time spent at the breakfast and dinner table (and in the kitchen). Back home in America’s Third World County, now. We may not be able to share many more days like that, so it was good to share these. A nice Christmas-time interlude.
So… you get your love of music from your father, and your love of reading from your mother!
Yes, cherish all the time you can get with them.
Pretty much, Mel, although I had grandparents who loved both reading and music as well. One grandfather was a compendium of memorized poetry, widely read and a good vocalist. That was my grandfather who was a carpenter. Another was a “deep reader” in his chosen field who appreciated music. Grandmothers–pretty much ditto (although one was also her husband’s primary teacher *heh*).
How awesome to be able to get home during the holiday season and God bless your parents. My mom still works and is going on 77 while my Pops is into every high tech gizmo out there and going on 81 in June.
I just watched a video on AOL.com about a woman that has worked all her life and does not plan on retiring. She has worked for the Nebraska Senate for 26 years and she is all of 101 years old. I hooped when I saw that…I said, “You go grrrrly!!” I love it and I only pray to live that long. She still walks to work – everyday, does not look 101, and is so pretty. What a great story.
Have a Happy New Year to you and your Wonder Woman!!!! It is awesome to read that there are people that really do love their parents. I know I love mine to death!!! God bless all of you David! 🙂
Well, Layla, I suppose it was “home” for values of the term, though I really view “home” as wherever my Wonder Woman is, now. Visiting my parents has been something of a culture shock in recent years. They’ve always had a house “home” until recently, and now live in a two-bedroom apartment that’s crammed full of the “few” things they’ve not farmed out to my sisters already. But, in a sense, wherever they are is home as well… for some values of the term. 🙂 I enjoy our infrequent personal visits, though we talk weekly, usually several times a week, via phone. What’s becoming more difficult for me as time goes by is the travel. In days of yore, a few tens of thousands of miles a year driving was nothing. Now, a couple of hundred miles is wearing. Still, given the travails of dealing with TSA-infested airports, driving is just about as fast and certainly less stressful for someone like me, since I suffer fools not at all lightly. *heh* So, a few times a year, I pack up a small bag, climb in the car and wend my way on over for a day or two. Usually it’s in answer to an issue they need help dealing with, and I’m the nearest child (of five) who can/will come (my brother’s much closer, but there’s a long story there).
I do hold these brief visits close, since I know I have very few years (months? weeks? days?) I can count on to have them around.
Always good to spend time with those we love, no matter the time we think we have left. You just never know.
And on that cheery note, Happy New Year to your and yours, David. 🙂