Happenings at the House

 Well... 

I've absolutely neglected this blog. I kept meaning to get back to it but then what do you say. Sometimes I just peek at other blogs but I don't know what to say to get back in touch... you know... 

Perhaps I write my thoughts just to keep them in order. 

Phillip, one of our French Angora bunnies.

All my children are adults now and the four eldest are on their own and I think their financial situation is precarious but I don't pry. Their lives are their own and they haven't asked for help - I'm proud of them and worried both at the same time. I suppose that's what parenting adults looks like.

The two youngest are at home and my son is going to community college and beginning his studies there. He'll start a new club (forming the rules and so on, figuring out the finances and chapter officers) and play the role of an Anglican minister in a school play. Rose is finishing her senior year of high school.

My mother in law was finally convinced to move out to senior apartments awhile ago, so we no longer have to worry about those phone calls about ohh, the taxes are past due and I need a new furnace (when it's about 15 degrees in Ohio where she lives). But weird things keep happening and here I'll have to triangulate a little with the sister in law from time to time to check up on her.

For example, from what I gather, recently she was sent little girl's underwear in the mail. I was a bit alarmed at this and asked her who sent it and she didn't know. She told me she carefully wrapped it all back up and sent it back to the person who sent it to her along with a letter telling the person who she is, where she lives, and probably lots of personal data such as the fact that she lives all alone and whatever and she has no money for their underwear "ministry." 

I tried to get her to look around for this old mailing and even convinced her to dig about in the trash for a bit but I guess because of the holiday she had sent original "ministry" mailing in the trash out a few days prior apparently. And sure enough, she mailed the undies last week. I hate being just far enough away that there is no way to really "fix" or look after stuff. I tellya, if some weirdo sent me a pair of little girl's underpants in the mail today, the cops would be called and they'd think *I* am the weirdo for even talking about it... This is just not okay and I just feel so icky about my 86 year old mother in law receiving this stuff. 

So on my list for today is dealing with regular household duties, driving "kids" where they need to be and calling sis-in-law about "girlie panties". Things like this are not really interesting or particularly bloggable week to week and nothing will come of it. But anyyyway. That is the sort of stuff I have been up to of late :)