Monday, August 15, 2016

The ties that bind.

 Last week wasn't great. No need to elaborate. It was just funky. Slow and a little blue.
Watching father-in-law's house being disassembled is just sad. I didn't realize it would feel like this. My own parents lost so much in The Storm that, when the time comes, there aren't that many material things to handle. And, I know - it is only things.  I am working through the emotions. 
Sisters-in-law are doing all the work. They have cleaned and sacked and already gotten rid of much stuff. They have been real trojans taking it all on themselves to get the work done. 

The week ended well, though. 
Saturday an extended family reunion was attended by all these first cousins. Mr. Macho and his sisters really seemed to enjoy reconnecting with family. Aunt Thelma (seated on the right) is their last aunt on either side. Her husband of a few years is seated next to her. With the suspenders. 

Saturday night we celebrated our anniversary. We ate at one of my favorite restaurants downtown. Macho even relaxed and enjoyed his meal. It seemed like everyone that walked into the restaurant waved at him like they knew him. Until finally someone that we did know came in. It was funny. Macho even found the prices not as bad as he expected. (That is a plus for him.) 

Afterward we visited with Sister Paulette at her home. It was a most pleasant evening. 


Sunday afternoon we headed to town to spend the gift cards I gave Mr. Macho for his anniversary gift. The closer we got to town the more ominous it looked. We made it to the store before the storm broke. It didn't last long, but it was oh so loud on the metal roof of the store.  Macho found a MS State shirt that he liked. I found something, too, and felt guilty spending some of the gift on myself. Macho insisted, and so I came home with a nice pink windbreaker. Both happy. 


39 years. Mom said this morning she doesn't know how she let me get married so young. We really look it in this picture. Many miles since then. 
And the trip just keeps getting better. 
Peace. And love.
Be sweet. 

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