I'm home. There's way too much to write about so I'll be doling out bits and pieces according to my emotional readiness. What a week. Dad was ok about half of the time. The rest of the time he was a colossal jerk. I will not do this again. Next time, someone else takes him to Texas.
I have 47 messages in my inbox. I'm sitting here a little stunned and feeling that weird buzz that you get when you first come home from a trip. Jim and I just spent a couple hours getting each other caught up on this week's events.
So, I'll write more later after I've had a hot bath and a toddy. My visit with Molly, Joe and Mary Ann was really good. It was wonderful seeing Ruth but she's so out of it these days it's hard to have a quality visit. Plus with Molly she acts like Dad. She even snapped at me once.
Going to Austin to see Dean was a welcome relief. After being with the Texas relatives all day Saturday, going to see her was fun, relaxing, calming and centering. The Texas relatives... lordy, I come from crazy.
Ok, I'm going to read my 47 messages.
3 comments:
I'm glad you're back, sweetie. Welcome home.
Thank you. Me too.
You make me feel normal. Really, that means a lot!
I was going to say that normal is relative but that might be a poor choice of words.
Glad to have you back in Cal safe and sound!
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