Sweet Boys and Old Pictures
Ernie and I spent some time at my mother's house yesterday. Took an hour or two to clear the kitchen table of all her medications and umpteen discharge papers from the nursing home and hospital. Cleaned up some random dishes, cleared out the bathroom. It felt good to have some of that intimate stuff gone. Each time I go to the house it's a little bit easier. We'll put off any major clearing/packing work until the weekend of the 20th---after Ernie and Owen are back from the antique show.
It's just so sobering to look at the pieces of somebody's life. Do people that handle estate sales become philosophical about life? Are they struck by how similar the debris of one's life is to other's.....or the opposite?
Anyway....overall it was a good weekend....sort of felt like the first weekend back to 'normal' life so I was tad melancholy here and there but pretty good just the same.
My boys keep me happy though. Leo took a shower last night and Owen bounced into the room with a couple of bottles of shampoo and conditioner to ask about them. It seems that Owen supervises Leo's shower---hands him the shampoo at the proper time, etc. Of course then Leo used all the hot water so Owen has to wait til tonight for his shower. I don't know but that whole thing just amused the hell out of me.
Today is Owen's first guitar lesson and he is VERY excited. It's right after school so he asked Ernie to bring his guitar with him when he picks him up from school----so the kids that think he's a nerd will see it. Oh that boy just breaks my heart I love him so. He's got such a tender heart. Cross your fingers that he likes his lesson.
Came across some more family pictures.....
My mother and her brother Roger in 1940:
My father in a bow tie! I'm the one chewing the handle of the Easter basket:
My mother looking gorgeous:
My sweet, serious YOUNG father in his Law School yearbook....'quiet, yet progressive'....I love that. Very fitting actually.