Iffy, Iffy, Iffy....

It was kind of an iffy weekend....gotta work harder on making the weekends better.  Friday night got a call from the Peter Case booking agency saying that even though I'd signed a contract, my house concert isn't all that established and blah, blah, blah and I don't charge a set ticket price...eventually I said, "so you want more money, right?"  Uh, yeah.  Which is FINE.....I have NO problem at all with paying more.  He said make an offer, I did, they accepted it, I signed the contract and then they call and say they sent it to Pete and it's not o.k.  Which makes me feel  like I've insulted Peter Case or something.  After going round and round he said, well, it's just Peter's manager, not Peter and I said, well, I don't care if his manager is insulted just send me a new contract.  The poor man paid though because he got me so upset I cried.  HA!  I doubt he's used to having people cry on him.  Oh well.

Oh, and I had to send a check off to the place in Maine and that whole thing still makes me feel rotten.

Saturday started o.k....we decided not to go to the Farmers' Market as we had a ton of vegetables.  Ernie took Owen to his guitar lesson and they took FOREVER getting back home and Leo and I were a bit irritated.  Then they walked in and Owen immediately began gesticulating wildy and saying that when they had a lemonade and a beer at the Esquire (where Ernie waited for him) Daddy told him to be good because Mom was in one of those moods where she's oversensitive and gets upset.  I, of course, glared....while Ernie, of course, looked as though he wanted to strangle Owen.  Owen just kept talking and Ernie kept saying, "be QUIET Owen."

Then the boys acted rotten when their friends came over and I wanted to murder them, or at least trade them in for their friends.

Later in the evening we were flipping around the tv and landed on the show with Betty White and Valerie Bertinelli, which unfortunately looked absolutely horrid.  I pointed to Valerie Bertinelli and told Owen that his father had always had a weak spot for her.  Ernie told him that she reminded him of me (which surprised me actually) and Owen said, "oh, you mean when Mom was younger?'  "NO, Owen, I replied, she's actually OLDER than I am."  sigh.  I don't blame him at all...but geez.....

Eventually I just gave up on the day, went upstairs to our room and closed the door and read.

Today we were going to go to breakfast but Leo hates going to breakfast...ever since the old Carmon's closed....says he does NOT like pancakes during daylight. Sigh.  Sometimes I'm just not up for the battle so I said forget it and we gathered boxes and newspaper and went over to my mother's house.  Ahhhhh...you haven't heard me mention that in awhile, have you?  That's because after an initial brief burst of activity and help by friends, I have let it sit.  For no good reason other than that I just couldn't bring myself to deal with it.  Well, it looks like we are finally selling it so it's time to get going.  We went over and focused on just packing up what we wanted to have here at home.  It was, well.....it was very, very hard.  Ernie's been over there every so often but I have avoided it.  Going back in and seeing everything and my mother's wheelchair....well, suffice to say it didn't feel as though it has been six months.  It has though---six months since my mother died, a year and a half since Judi died and a little over two years since my father died.  Going back over there brought every one of those losses to the forefront though and I couldn't help but be very sad.  The boys comforted me when I got teary and were very good about helping.  Leo looked at me with his big brown eyes and agreed that it was hard to be there.  Owen got me some ice water and tissues.

We didn't stay as long as I thought we would but we did accomplish what we had planned.  So this afternoon we've been trying to fit things into our house.  Later in the week we'll go over and finish packing anything we will sell ourselves an antique shows.  Then we're just left with....well....the rest.

a couple of my father's old briefcases and bags to go to Goodwill

My mother kept all her sewing stuff in this.  What I'll do with it I don't know....but I couldn't bear to get rid of it.