I believe that I was born at noon, so I have a few hours left of 52.
We are celebrating this mid week birthday later with a casual dinner for our friends and neighbors. Peaches is bringing her people.
We are also marking the ten day count down until the boys leave for their colleges and things will change so profoundly around here.
Tomorrow, we are loading up a truck of my mother's things that have been languishing in storage for way too long. On Friday, Joshua will drive the truck (plus Connor) to Michigan and I will follow in the car for the return on Sunday. I'm excited about seeing my mom and sister and seeing how settled they have gotten in the new house. Josh and Connor want to go to Ikea*.
My mother's other brother died last week (this makes two in six weeks) and his last days were complicated and sad. My uncle lived in Texas, without marriage equality, with his partner of 50+ years. Their paperwork was a mess and my sister has taken on the arrangements and will try to figure out a plan for my uncle's widow.
I've, as I always do, been wallowing a little in nostalgia, remembering the wonder of having gay uncles and the brilliant example of my grandparents love and acceptance of them. The distance was an issue, but I did visit them in 1980, Uncle Bobby** took me to the opera, the ballet and the rodeo.
My better memories are of Easter 1967, at my grandparents in Carthage, NY. Bobby danced us around the kitchen, Jon gave us generous portions of Brandy Alexanders. I was 6 and possibly drunk, but it was fabulous.
My mom seems to be handling the loss well and she is so excited about our visit and getting her stuff. Connor is hoping for many of her grilled cheese sandwiches and will show her a FB video of my nephew in Afghanistan. In it, he does one of those ice water head dumps, except that it's Afghanistan and there is no ice. Because it's him and because of the crazy beard he has grown, the video is a delight.
In other news, I've been dealing with a sinus infection, trying to get the house finished*** and knitting, but only have time when I'm on the bike.
It's making me very happy though. I plan to keep striping and repeating random colors of the nine shades of Isager Spinni that I have. Eventually, I will be able to wrap it around my neck a few times and breathe in this wonderful summer.
** My uncles partner was from Oklahoma - he left a ballet company for Jon and Jon left the Navy for him.
*** Family room is mostly painted, the built in bookshelf needs to be put back together, mirror is on the wall:
half the furniture is here, some on the way, the sectional may never arrive.