Time to Move
"Well, you know that it's time to move on babe, winter is fast comin' on babe"...in the words of Glenn Yarbrough...the trees are starting to flame, the geese are heading south and so are we. The temp dropped to a high of 54 today and next week there'll be a frost so we got out the jeans, washed the winter coats, put the blanket on the bed and got out the map!!!...where can we go that it will be at least 65 in the daytime.
I've been really lax in the last 9 weeks writing this blog because we have not been doing all that much differently and because we lived here so long that not much stands out as being picture or writing worthy...it's just day to day living.
But it's been wonderful to be with Mom and Harry and to spend time with "the goils" of Gurnee. Daughter Laura says that the girls are like the "yayas"; Lynn's daughter says the same thing. And in thinking back, we've shared lots of the same situations and things the yayas did. In times of trouble or fun, from our teenage years, the girlfriends have always been there to share tears and laughter, lend a helping hand or shoulder to cry on, comfort in sorrow, help through tough times and laugh together and each other more than most friends do.
In Frank Sinatra's words, I guess we're in the fall of our lives. We complain to each other about aches and pains or kick each other in the butt for complaining too much. We do scrapbooking and look back at fun times and we help each other think through what to do as doors close on phases of our lives.
It will be great to move on, but I know I'll miss Mom, Harry and the girls.
