Friday, October 16, 2015

Friday Fragments

I realize I was away for a while, but it was busy-ness, not sickness that kept me off the computer.

Change in Plans:  My daughter and family came home from Disney World on Tuesday, and she called me to tell me all about it. While we were talking, she asked me to move at the same time they are. I told her that our apartment wouldn’t be finished. She assured me that they had plenty of room, and I could oversee the construction. I readily agreed because this living downstairs here is driving me nuts. So we’ll be moving on Thanksgiving week. I told my daughter that we could pull together and make TG dinner together – even if it isn’t as elaborate as other years. The little guy begins in his new school on the 30th, so they have to move the week before, despite the holiday. Of course that meant I had to get things packed in a shorter time. Anything worth keeping is getting boxed and labeled, and if we can’t use it in the new place, we’ll chuck it then. My wonderful sons said they’d help by fixing/cleaning after everything’s gone.

Years of Accumulating: The packing of which I wrote above is tough on the heartstrings. Realistically, I know I can’t keep everything I’ve amassed over the years, but it’s hard to say good-bye. I’m fortunate that my children want to keep so many things for themselves. On Wednesday, the boys wandered from room to room, tagging with Post-It’s the things they want. I have a box started for my daughter, too. We also have a lot at the curb on trash days! I just try to envision how nice it will be in our new home!

Food: For Wednesday’s dinner, I made a slow cooker pot roast. It was simple but delicious. It amazes me that with adding only four tablespoons of liquid, I end up with so much gravy! The aroma wafted through the house all day, and by dinnertime, I was starving! The boys made up their doggie bags, and the clean-up was easy.

Kasey Sitting: We have our favorite fur baby here again. My son is running in the Detroit marathon on Sunday. It seems like a long way to go just to run, but he’s excited about it. He flies out tomorrow, will sightsee in the afternoon, run Sunday, and come home Monday. The race route also takes them into Windsor, Ontario, Canada, and that’s great. Kasey will miss his boy, but we have lots of doggie treats!

A Star:  My little guy was chosen to play the “Beast” opposite Belle in a rendition of Beauty and the Beast at Disney. My daughter sent me the video, and I got such a kick out of it. He wore a cape over his shorts and tee, and ‘danced’ with a full-sized Belle. At the end, he takes a bow. I know I’m a doting grandmother, but I thought it was adorable. I hope he catches the acting bug and wants to perform again.

Have a great weekend.



  1. Wow Muff, the move is now a reality. I'm sure it will go great. It would be hard to decide what to keep, but you are lucky that your kids want some of your treasures. I love my slow cooker, and would be lost without it, it's such a time saver. Windsor is about an hour and half from where I live.

  2. Hi uff - and so you are moving on - your plans sound good and wise and loving filled with family and support. Looks like we continue to paralell one another. Our move is Dec. 28th. I love pot roast in the cooler weather - I bet yours is so yummy. With hope for us all
    Love Gail

  3. When the ball starts rolling there is no stopping it!

  4. Oooooh muff, you have so much going on. I give you so much credit for moving, I don't know if I could do it!! I love my crock pot as well, the only draw back is we usually skip lunch and eat an early dinner and most slow cooker recipes take all day......but it sure does make some amazing meals!!

  5. Things are moving along! It is the pits packing and moving....and hard work too, so do a little at a time:)

  6. It's very different when you CHOOSE to say goodbye to something, and when the choice is made for you... I don't think I ever would have "chosen" to give up walking. Possessions are another matter... Many things I'm able to send on their way with only a smile or a tiny tear, but others I ain't ready to give up yet. Like my kilts, for example... They're not exactly "wheelchair wear," but dammit I loved them and I'm not ready to send them off.