Being a bee

Have you every heard the expression "busy as a bee"? well that is me! I just can't seem to figure out what the heck is going on here at my ranch. If it wasn't the water in the hole, then it was the growing of the green stuff all over the yard. mow, mow, mow and mow some more. Yet wait there is more! I actually have to work, the time is at hand and I must be about my business of seeing old and new alike, keeping and getting, smiling and hand shaking. Trying to find the time to study and get ready for the lessons in Exodus I teach on Wednesday Evenings, and still I must work, get out there, see those people, drive the miles and pay the pump! Oh how I pay the pump! The pump just loves me, it see me coming and smiles big, give me you credit card please, I want to see how much I can charge today. What fun it is to be about the day, enjoying the scene along the way. Helping people, fixing problems, love it, man! that is my calling! and then the best of the best, I make the time, I take the time, I force myself to endure the hardship of getting out on the golf course, HA! what a blast this last week, My dear wife came with me to ride around and enjoy the great outdoors on a wonderful sunny day. My ole friend, may be done, his golfing days may have ended, the last time out a week ago, it was not a pretty sight, he was exhausted and beat, could not hit the ball much more the a few yards at a time, sadness to see, his wife is in hard times, and is not sure what she can do. But because of that Patty was able to ride along, it was a great day being together and getting to golf as well. But I am running and running to get it all in, and I have other things I still need to do, decide what do about the carpet, pull it up, leave it down, rented a rug shampoo thing the other day, and did the whole area, three rooms, and still at times a scent reaches the nostrils, not sure what to do, but I have no office as yet to work in and use the kitchen table, a mess everywhere, I feel like a displaced person, out of sorts I think is the finally offering of my feelings, it is taking a toll, I believe that may be what has been getting to me. Every time I need to print I have to run down with the laptop and sit on a chair in the middle of an empty space, with a printer on a tv tray. just out of sorts. Don't feel like my space is my space. Have to decide what to do. Live with the bumpy carpet, call in a guy to re-stretch and re-tack it back down, pull it up, put tile down, even carpet tiles, I just can;t decide, have to work and study and teach and preach and golf, my railroad room is a mess, I did get the storage room all cleaned up and in some resemblance of order, but not my railroad, and will I ever get to that?
So much going on, and wanting to spend time with the girls, I guess I am just as busy as a bee, the bed feels so good at the end of each day. Hurray! Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Processing

Well, I have been able to process some of the interaction that I wrote about in my last entry, that being the relationships between others and myself. Now all of you know for sure that I am not much on socialization and it takes a great deal of effort for me to be around people. Now sure I do talk and whatever, but it does require a great deal of energy from within, except for one person other then of course my dear lovely wife, and that is my big sister. Opps not that she is big or anything, it is just a figure of speech, and that is saying something from one who has been labeled a literalist. Having been able, blessed to be able to spend 3 whole months with her this past winter was a total blast. For so many years, we were so far apart, and now we are getting closer and closer each winter we spend together. Now saying that surely does not imply that we are close and any if not all major issues of life. It completely baffles me how we are so completely opposite on so many issues and yet enjoy spending so much time together. Maybe it is because I can win at Dominoes, no, that is not it, I had to live in bare feet all winter, because many nights she beat the socks off me. Maybe it is because I am so much smarter than her, no, that surely isn't it either, It has to be because we are just brother and sister and that counts for everything. We sure enjoy laughing together, in fact as I left her standing in the door of her home, saying goodbye, I reminded her to laugh about how we find so many things to agree on, HA! Living with my sister for 3 months! can you imagine, grown adults still able to get along for that amount of time, it is a great testimony of our love for one another. I am sure glad to be home and my dear wife and I sure enjoy being here, looking forward to our back yard days, coffee on the deck and flowers, birds and grandchildren, not in that order, of course, but there is also something missing, my sister! Ah those mornings on the Lanai, those trips to Bealls, and even wal-mart, the arts and crafts fairs, mostly crafts, not a lot of art, those meals she makes, broasted potatoes! not to mention kusa (spelling). Sitting together the three of us, just talking, just being, Happy Hour! It was a good winter. The thought of 3 months, in the beginning seemed like a long time, to be away from home, but as the days flew by, the time together was too short.

So Much to catch up

It has been, again, a long time since my last entry. So Much has happened and way too much to even account, yet it is of some interest, at least to me, that I am once again within the realm of my two little granddaughters, yes, I am home. It was a great ordeal of time and energy to arrive at this point, first of all I needed to fly home early in order to attend a week of meetings in Evansville IN at the company I represent. After which I would have to fly back to Florida in order to drive my sister back to her home in Kankakee IL. But this is only the logistics, the turmoil began when I arrive home a few days before my departure to Evansville. To my surprise the basement had taken on some water during my absence and the carpet was soaked, yes and many of the bottom of the boxes filled with my railroad items were very wet as well. The first thing was to get rid of any wetness on the railroad floor which was fairly easy as it is tiled. Then re stack and empty the bottom boxes and would you believe those boxes contained all the locomotives. Now because most of them were still in the original containers, the ,locos were alright but the containers were damp, so I had to open everything and put them all over to dry out, then I needed to rent a carpet fan, and pull up the carpet in the TV, media, room, my office and the gallery hall. What a mess! move all the furniture, break down my desk, all the stuff, oh man it was a bear! the padding was soaked, I did what I could before leaving for Evansville, but of course I also had a dead battery in my car as well, I got that jumped and let the car run for a while, had to run some errands etc, and catch up on a few things then off to Evansville, well the car lasted thru the trip and got home to do a few more things in the basement with only a day before flying back to Florida. Had to do some laundry etc, get some food, at least my darling daughter feed me those nights before leaving for Evansville, and of course Jason offered to help downstairs, you know me, I am a do it yourselfer. Now the trip to Florida, oh my what a fiasco!
In order to fly on the right day to get to Marco Island in order to leave on the right day that my sister needed to leave on I had to select a flight that would fly me from Dayton to Baltimore to Fort Meyers, rather then a flight through Atlanta, which is the normal way. Well Arriving in Baltimore I was informed the flight to Fort Meyers was cancelled due to mechanical problems and I needed to find another way, they did have another flight direct to Fort Meyers but it did not leave until 4:45 pm and it was now 10:45 am, no way was I going to sit for that long and then get to Florida real late at night. so I elected to take an early flight to Atlanta then change plans to Fort Meyers and that still only got me there by 3:45pm. Atlanta was a zoo, wall to wall people many of which were sitting around waiting, hoping beyond hope to get home after being on spring break. Never the less I made it and when I did get to my sisters new condo, I had to repack my car, My dear wife tried her best, But again I am a do it yourselfer and I am not called the pack master for nothing. I should have made a career out of packing things! Well maybe I have because I am sort of a pack rat. Then early the next morning leaving Marco Island we made our way North, stopping near Atlanta, wasn't I just here, for the night and on to Kankakee to bring my sister to her home. Then Patty and I made our way from there the next morning to our home, and what a mess I had left, it will be days before we are back to normal, then who ever thought I was normal anyway? I am leaving out all the personal stuff, the interaction between family at this time, but it sure was good to see little Isabelle and Sophia again, not to mention Sarah and Jason. All for now, perhaps I will review some of the other stuff later, if I can even process it myself.