Hard to believe June is almost over! It absolutely flew by in the blink of an eye! Days just pass quickly filled with the daily stuff of living. I think about that a lot lately - how we're all just living our lives. Houses full of families and activities and the day-to-day stuff of life.
Our neighbors T. & G. have the most active social lives of anyone I've ever known. They are out and about more than not and I think about that a lot. I suspect my reluctance to be super social and/or heading out for constant activities is having spent my early years schlepping from cabin to cabin pretty much anytime my mom wasn't working. Sure, in my adult life of working and raising kids, those days were sharply idyllic memories of things I missed - most especially the time we spent on the beach at our cabin in Mexico. My sister sent me a picture recently of our beach - now full of so many houses, the dunes are practically non-existent. When we had our cabin, there were maybe 30 homes on the 18 miles stretch of white sand and beach - and now there are 100's. It's changed a lot....and I still miss it. But when you're a teen and school is out in late May and you are immediately heading to a beach for a month or more - leaving all your friends behind - it wasn't all that idyllic. A two room (one room being a screened porch) full of lots of other people - always a zoo, really. I'm an introvert - big time - and it was a constant struggle for me to be with so many people. Way too people-y. (As Facebook memes proclaim).
I've always just loved being home. Wherever home is - and at this stage in life, it's wherever J. is. We can pass time together easily - sometimes silent with both of us piddling around doing our thing and sometimes full of chatter. Home is where I most want to be and as I've embraced retirement and let go of all the stuff that used to fill my head when I was working, I truly barely ever want to leave.
I wonder how many special memories we created for our kids - I know we did. I have pictures of lots of stuff we did and we did make a lot of effort to get them out and about doing stuff. Especially during the 'penthouse condo' years when being home meant our downstairs neighbor would be pissy about any and all noise. Imagine - two little boys and a mean, surly neighbor who yelled expletives constantly with every foot step. During that phase, we did pretty much do everything we could to get out of the house on weekends - and the Bay Area certainly had lots of places to explore.
Moving to Tracy and a house was the best thing we ever did....by far. Life changing and while the commute sucked and life felt really hectic during those long commute years, they were good years in a home. Kudos to my hubby who had a super long commute for many years and never complained. Giving our boys a home to grow up in like we had when we were growing up was a blessing we were grateful for - no matter how long the drive to/from work was.
Of course, I venture out - y'all know what my hobby is these days and there's always jaunts to/from casinos. But I'm always glad to have an excuse - or no excuse needed, really - to just hunker down at home. Passing the time.
Let's see - any news?
B. finally got copies of the weight tickets from the truck driver that hauled his stuff from Tennessee to New Jersey - so he can finally submit the reimbursement request to the Army and get his finances back to normal. He has enjoyed exploring his new 'home' and will report to work on 7/5 for the first time. He's met his boss and some of his co-workers. It's been really nice for him to have this time to settle in.
J.'s phone received a call from a Houston suburb phone number - they left no message. We both tried to call the number back - J. got a busy signal and I got a ring - but it rang a long time with no voicemail offered. We never know....and so the heart-hurt and waiting starts anew. H. has been on my mind and my heart so much the past week or so - I actually briefly shed tears in the Walmart parking lot earlier this week waiting for our grocery order pickup - a song on my phone reminded me of H. and the water works started before I even knew what was happening.
Some days are hard. I've said that before and it remains the truth.
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