Mr. Wolfe was just plain mistaken. He said, "You can't go home again." But my children do. Often. All five are over 21, married and some with kids of their own. I go to their houses. They come home. It is a blessing. It is a curse. I am honestly grateful to God that they love us and also like us. They choose to hang with us. It's a good thing. It is also not unlikely to come home from an errand and find that the leftovers that were earmarked for supper for my husband are gone along with the last of the ice cream, my last pair of clean sport socks, my lasangna pan, my husbands 3/8 drive socket set  and a tube of mascara. More unsettling perhaps is waking up to a little romance only to have a daughter shuffle out to the kitchen an hour later. She and her husband had shared an early morning ride into town to save on gas. She'd used that extra key that we all have for emergencies, gone back to her old room and gone to sleep. Yeah....they come home!

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Do some people actually have more time than I? Really. I'm not kidding. Is there some universe or parallell dimension where people do in fact have more time than I do? Today, I saw a woman blowing the grass off her drive way. Where she parks her car. Outdoors. I think she has more time than I. And while we're on this subject...the whole yard/outdoors thing, can I just say I'm not too enamored of the whole new life, green leaves unfurling stuff. Now, I don't have to concern myself with merely the interior of my house, I have to pay attention to the outside as well. And the outside is full of dirt! I don't even attend to vaccuuming as often as I should (I found  tinsel behind the drapes last week) and now I have to mow! Which is vaccuuming with a really dangerous Hoover. And don't get me started on garden hoses. They hate me...they really do. They act all docile and cooperative until I am rounding the corner and then...bam! I'm brought up short when the hose embraces the deck post. Sprinklers?? They never display the pattern they illustrate and tell me....when I select right or left ossillation, is it the sprinkler's right or left or mine? Needless to say, my yard is not someplace the Sertomas will hang a sign...well, maybe a black one. Thank goodness we live in the country and no one has a manicured carpet to abutt my mowed off mongerl lawn!

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