The handyman I hired to fix a dryer vent crashed his motorcycle (on the way to my townhouse) and landed in the hospital with a broken neck. I've been in contact with him a lot because he needs my little job more than ever now ... I'm holding the job for him. 'Cuz I'm that nice.
My mother in law decided to move to California and got all of us all riled up (99% of us didn't want her to go, 1% did - that 1% being Rick) and then changed her mind and is staying put. The basis of the move is something that I went through with my own mother ... she feels like her daughter is stealing all of her money and wants to place her in a "home." This couldn't be further from the truth, but it's something a lot of old people begin to think. My own mother hated me in her final years for stealing all of her money, too. For the record, that didn't happen. And for the record, it's not happening now, either.
And then there's Elizabeth. She's long dreamed of moving to California and having been laid off from her Texas job recently, made the decision to up and go. Why she picked my 26th wedding anniversary to leave, I'll never know. But Wednesday is the target day. We have been hashing and rehashing all of the details and someone is not listening to me ... so we have to have faith that our little girl will learn a few things on her own, and not the hard way, either. Sigh.
The other item of note is the birds that live over my front door. Today is "learn to fly day" as we can see the daddy bird has come in to help teach. Rick wasn't sure I was right, but this is our ninth or tenth set of birdies over our door ... and once dad comes to visit, they are gone within the hour. It's sink or swim time. Well, fight or flight time.
It's sink or swim time for my daughter, too. So far, the only ones who've accepted their fate our my mother in law and our handyman. Elizabeth still has stars in her eyes. And I wouldn't want it any other way...
Flying lessons are about to begin ...
... for Elizabeth and our bird friends!
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