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I am recovering from a splendid Mother’s Day. There was a tinge of sad news because it may be the last Mother’s Day we all spend together. No one said it aloud but everyone was aware. One granddaughter, her husband and the dog I love were up from Delaware. Another left for her new home in California on Monday. Another will be leaving for somewhere when she graduates from college in December. My daughter is planning on moving to Florida in July and my son and daughter-in-law are planning on relocating as soon as their youngest graduates in December.
I am suffering from mixed feelings. Part of me is excited for them as they start their new adventures and part of me is jealous because I can’t be the same and it looks as if I were going to be left, hanging out alone. Not that I won’t be grateful to be able to be hanging out anywhere, even in a cardboard box under a bridge. There I would be, with my darned computer, still typing my column and grateful for any readers I might have left.
Enough whining. Everyone was very sweet and loving and generous. My daughter bought me some new clothes, which I haven’t done in several years. My son and daughter-in-law sent me a gift certificate from my favorite store in Vermont which I immediately used for a new lipstick and a bottle of my favorite perfume. Then, to my utter surprise, my nearby son and daughter-in-law struggled through the door with a new and huge TV. My son has been fussing because my old TV was so small I had trouble reading the captioning which I really need. Well, I can read everything now plus count the stitches on baseballs thrown by Dice-K.
Last Thursday, Katie showed up after taking her final exam, determined to get me out in the fresh air. The driveway and surrounding roads are in such bad shape that I can’t negotiate them with my walker or my scooter so she trundled me into the standby wheelchair I have and pushed me. We went down two streets into the graveyard and walked around reading head stones from the 1700’s and finally parked under a tree to rest and talk. We remembered the time several years ago when I had taken the four cousins and a picnic lunch into the graveyard. It was shortly after Memorial Day and people had decorated graves with plastic flower arrangements, which vandals had removed and thrown down an embankment. My kids were outraged, picked them all up and put them back on graves. They didn’t know exactly where they were supposed to be but distributed them in the area. We laughed, remembering that one of them had said, “Grammie, when you die will you please be buried here so we can bring picnics and sit and visit with you?”
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Today, Katie is on the road, on her way to La Jolla, California, a beautiful enclave just outside San Diego. She already has a place to live and the prospect of a good job. Last night she called her Mom to report that she was in Albany, the first stop. Tonight, she will be in Denver. She’s traveling a good friend. They went in separate cars but left her friend’s car in Albany with her parents and will be together the rest of the way.
The longest trip in a car that I ever made was from San Francisco area to Disneyland, some 700 and more miles, and from San Francisco to Las Vegas. I was never a good car rider. I’m also a terrible airplane passenger, but love trains. I’m glad I crossed the entire country in a train, as it’s the only way to really see people and places. Now Katie will have the same chance, and while I’m worried I’m also pleased for her. Oh, how I’d like to go back and do it all again.
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