Jeff and Paul and the kids and I watched the season finale of CSI, and had a barbecue last night. It was really great to get the ‘cue out again. The back yard is still a disaster, but at least it’s flat again. Paul and I went for a walk and saw some very remarkable houses. Broken marble floor tiles paving a back yard? This is an odd neighbourhood, but very quiet, and Paul is appreciating peace and quiet right now.
I called Kim yesterday and the house in Burnaby is about 1 week from being ready for occupancy. Katie’s coming over Monday to help me pack and clean things.
I am not exactly full of energy, but at least I’m not in lying around crying mode, and I consider that an improvement. Spoke to Ruth last night. She said a couple of things that broke my heart with pity, but I was expecting it. Ruth and John had a very special sibling bond, and were always very loving and supportive to each other. (Well, after they stopped living at home and being teenagers, and we all know what I mean by that.) And he was her big brother. I never had one… until John came along. I sure feel like I appreciate Jeff more all of a sudden; it’s showing it in any meaningful and constructive way that remains a challenge.
If there’s anything that can break your heart more than family, I don’t know what it is.
Gizmo went for a walk with Jeff and then decided he found something worth investigating and hasn’t come home yet.
