Preparing...

I am working to get ready for my family to arrive at my humble abode this weekend.  The grandchildren have a 3-day weekend due to Casimir Pulaski Day (it's an Illinois thing), so I look forward to having them all with me for my birthday weekend.  This time, it is only "family" that is coming, so I don't have to be so worried about the dust and dirt.  Still, I am alarmed at how long it takes me just to do simple things.  Ugh!

For reasons known only to God, I keep this modest little home as my sanctuary.  I can't afford to do the renovations it needs, and my jaded eye looks at my decor as totally dated.  Still, it is all I have, and I love to entertain my family here.  We get crowded, but--in my estimation, at least--are happy in our crowdedness. 

My mother wasn't nearly as "crippled" as I am at her age...still, I wonder if she had the same concerns that I do.  If she did, she never let on.  My mother died at age 67.  I am turning 66 on Saturday.  Worries me a little... 

Back to work here.  My little house-on-a-slab needs more dusting!