Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Saturday, July 2, 2011

My Vacation Continues...

...with a visit to my friend, Angela's house. I tried to run this morning, but I felt like I was in quick-sand. Too hot, I suppose. Plus a week or more since I've run. Angie lives about five doors down and across the street. She has a great pool, hot-tub, the works. We've known each other 25 years or so. She's seen me through thick and thin (quite literally), and we're closer than sisters. I love her daughter and she loves my son, and we're addressed as Auntie Carol and Aunt Angie - in the southern tradition.

We spend holidays together. She brings me food when I'm sick. We celebrate special occasions and mourn together when our hearts are broken. She's lost her daddy and I've lost my mother. We've both experienced family dysfunction. Her mom lives with her and The D lives with me.

So, instead of staying home, doing laundry, paying bills, looking at investments, I had a wonderful afternoon lounging by the pool, eating the best grilled cheeseburger, reading magazines and just talking. I have my first real tan line and I'm a little pink, but that feels so good.

I have a chicken pot pie in the oven for The Daddler and when I finish here, I'm going to make a salad and boil some corn on the cob. And fix whatever else I find in the fridge.

I'm fresh from the shower. I've unpacked. Three generations are in my house - exactly 30 years apart, within 2 weeks. I guess that's why I'm called the Sandwich Generation. This is a big year. Our birthdays all end in zeros.

I'm so glad for the holiday. An extra day to recover from the transition from a heavenly vacation to reality is just what I need. A happy accident. I've had more than my share of those lately.

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