Patio

Since the weather was lovely today, I decided to work outside. (I should have started a whole lot earlier than I did, but stuff happens!) For the last 1 1/2 years, the patio has been piled high with stuff that used to be in the garage, which is now my bedroom. I have gone out there a number of times to work but usually just throw up my hands and give up because there is SO much to do. Much of what has been put out there has been damaged by the weather over the years. I got a garbage can and just started pitching things.

One thing I didn't pitch was Megan's hand mixer, still in its original plastic case. Since I knew she would be in the neighborhood today (because the doctor's office called here to remind her of her appointment) I called to ask if she still wanted it. She did. Said she would come by after her appointment. She did. We talked just a little...about the weekend. I asked to have the children this weekend. Apparently she wants them on Saturday, but has no place to take them. Now she learns what it is like to be "Aunt Mommy". In any case, her phone number will be changing soon. I have no clue what her future plans are. I don't dare ask anything for fear of alienating her further...but I am somewhat tired of walking on eggshells around her. Just for now, I'm okay. I still cry and hurt daily, but I can't fix anything. The holidays approach. I worry about that a lot.

Meg went "home" with some Diet Pepsi's, her winter coat, her hand mixer, some insulated sports bags, and a sweater (of sorts). I guess I am just supposed to pitch the rest. No word on that.

Life goes on.