YEP! STILL ALIVE!

Great Scott! Already over a month since I last posted!! Time shifted to turbo gear without me noticing. Today I went into Blogit to read, as I do nearly every day, and found a new comment made from Justi on my post from Easter. It made me think. Wow – she must really miss me if she’s going back that far to read earlier posts. Then I realized how few times I have posted since then (hanging head here).

I LOVE my job, but it is very demanding. I knew it would be before accepting the position – I’ve been doing work at home for this client (boss) for years, and was well aware that he never stops, and hires only people who can keep up to him, and he is an accountant’s worst nightmare, LOL! My new office is a 40 minute drive through back roads if I choose to go that way, and I can gaze out at trees and yards and wear jeans everyday if I wish. The co-workers sharing this office are not slackers and are a decent sort, now that they have accepted and clearly adapted to the change of owners. What an enormous difference from where I was last year at this time!! By the way, I should add here that my insomnia is practically cured. Morpheus is a pretty regular bedfellow now.

Little great grandson, Zack, joined our family this month, the count now at three new babies since December 29th. I was at the airport at 1:00 AM this morning with my son and my Japanese DIL and sweet Miko to greet her maternal grandparents for the first time. They are enchanted by this beautiful little girl, as are we all, and will be able to spoil her for the next four weeks before returning to Japan. True to their culture, they had loads of huge suitcases crammed with gifts and special packages for their loved and rarely seen daughter and family, therefore the need for two vehicles to get passengers and cargo back to my son’s house safely. I finally drove home (they live 90 minutes away) and got to bed at 5:30 this morning. That was 25 straight hours without sleep, but I was still on the high from all that love being spread around, so it didn’t matter.

My daughter’s youngest son, Raph the sports fanatic, is working in the area for the summer and has moved into Helen’s room upstairs. He has his own car now, and works as a busboy from 4 to midnight, then hangs out with his friends, so he was here most of the week and we didn’t even see each other; just our shoes by the door told us who was home and who wasn’t. However, we leave little notes – like “Sorry Mémère, I got up late and didn’t have time to wash my dishes. Will do them when I get home”, and my answer “That’s ok, Raph. Neither did Mémère have time, as you can see! You can do mine too.” with a smiley face...and it’s great fun just knowing he’s part of my landscape again.

Now that I have started writing, I’ve turned into a windbag! Oops! I do have lots to tell you, but will leave it for another post. This one is ending with all those SMILES I’ve saved up and am sending out – they are skimming over the clouds...making their way to your doors. Some hugs went out with them, so if you feel a sudden warmth, that’ll be me!!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec.