I have been away for awhile. No, I wasn't in the hospital or even committed to a psychiatric hospital (although perhaps I should have been). Instead, I drove to northern Illinois to help my daughter and son-in-law move into their very first home actually owned together. Although there isn't much by way of labor that I can do in the "helping" category, there are things I can do since life goes on, move or no move. My being there provided a second vehicle for errand-running, etc., plus an extra body for kid-supervision, cooking, laundry, organizing, and all of the other little things that go along with keeping up with things even during a move.
I drove up on June 4th. (The move was to take place on the 6th.) It was my plan to stay for two weeks, then come home in time to prepare for them all to come to my place for our traditional celebration of the Fourth of July at Hummel Park down the road from home. That didn't happen. What did happen was the fact that the children's father wanted them on the day after the Fourth...so I decided to stay until then. Suddenly, his request was to have them on the actual Fourth, which threw me into a tizzy because I would have had my extended stay for no good reason. (Not that I need a reason to stay at my daughter's). But I digress. Things worked out so we were able to have the children for the Fourth, but in northern IL instead of central IN.
Thereafter, it was my intention to come home on July 5th. Too tired. July 6th. 7th, and 8th, I was still working on a curtain project, which I will explain later, with rain in the area on that Tuesday. (I don't drive interstates in the rain, if I can help it). On Wednesday, the 9th, I was prepared to leave for home, but the contractors for Lowe's showed up to replace/install the sliding glass door to the lower patio in their house, and they had my car blocked in with their trucks. I was getting nervous as the afternoon passed because it is, at least, a 4-hour trip to Indy from up there, with a time zone difference of an hour later in IN. Finally, the contractors were gone, so I left for home about 3:00 IL/4:00 IN time. Even with an unexplained 30-minute traffic slowdown north of O'Hare that lasted through Hinsdale in the Chicago area, a pit stop for me, and a stop at the bank branch when I got home, I still got back before dark. I think many Indiana people had about given up on me, but I was back to my humble little house-on-a-slab as if I'd never left. I was in Lindenhurst, IL, for slightly over a month. My experiences while there will be the subject of my next few blog posts. If you read them, God bless you. If you don't, I understand. They will be disjointed by subject, but that's the way my mind works.
Mind? Did I say I have a mind?? Believe it or don't. It is what it is!
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