It was almost midnight when I got back from Doug’s tonight (Thursday). I helped with homework (I make a mean construction paper stovepipe hat for an Abraham Lincoln costume) and baking till almost ten, then stood in the parking lot talking with Doug for almost an hour. It was nice – we seldom get to talk seriously with the kids always around.
Next week will be my last week of babysitting. I will continue to go up there some and help the kids transition gradually to having a new step-mother and my not being there all the time, but it won’t be a requirement anymore. As I~ says, “Grandma, you’re the closest thing I have to having a mother.” Or as Z~ says, “I’m going to finally have a real mother!”
Keep in mind, they spend half their time at their mother’s.
I sure hope this goes well, for their sakes. Expectations are running high.
I finished Eclipse this morning, all 675 or so pages. It only dragged in a few spots, and then not badly, so overall it was a very enjoyable read. The fourth book in the series comes out later this summer; meanwhile, it is easy to speculate all sorts of possibilities to finish the story line.
I’ve decided my biggest problem with these books is the fact that I am almost always cold and the heroine is in love with a vampire who is described as hard as marble and cold as ice. I just can’t picture curling up with something akin to a living Michelangelo’s David as something I would want to do, no matter how handsome or how dedicated he was. He would suck the warmth right out of you.
This afternoon I took the girls shopping for bathing suits but bought nothing, since that is close to how much most of the bathing suits covered. Guess I’m hopelessly old fashioned, but I am not buying things that make my granddaughters look like they belong on a stage with a pole. Let their Dad take them and deal with it, if indeed they really need new bathing suits. His only rule is “it has to be something you can wear to church girls’ camp.” They know what that means, and one seems fine with it while the other is kicking against the pricks. Acts_26:14
Following our fruitless shopping expedition we met Doug’s real estate agent at the house he is trying to buy so we could all see it. His offer has been accepted and he is just waiting for the final word on financing, with closing the week he and Lolly return from their honeymoon. It is in a very nice neighborhood and the house itself is lovely. It has four bedrooms, two and a half baths, kitchen/dining area, family room, living room, den (or could be a formal dining room), laundry room, and unfinished basement. Lots of storage space too.
The landscaping is a little overgrown and I offered to come up and help whip it into shape. I then asked if Lolly likes to do yard work and he just looked at me like that was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “She comes from southern Utah where it is pretty much desert. No one does yard work – there is nothing green,” he said.
Oh. Well. Maybe she will want to learn? I love yard work and don’t mind mentoring. Or they can figure it out on their own – this isn’t his first house and he has managed to keep the others in good shape.
One more week to babysit, two weeks till the wedding, four weeks till the move.