Saturday morning. Our house. After a most intense week. (I know, lately they've all been intense, but that seems to be the way of things these days.)
Sun shines in the living room.
My feet are on the coffee table (I could use a pedicure, I notice), my laptop propped on my lap.
Terminator Salvation plays on the TV. Hubby loves the Terminator movies, and Netflix delivered.
Daughter joins us for breakfast, then dashes off to work. She's excited at the prospect of actually making some cash for the first time since her surgery, but kind of dreading standing on concrete floors at the restaurant all day.
Son calls and asks me to check my email to see if an attachment came through. He sent a paper in yesterday and the TA is claiming the attachment wasn't...attached. Attachment came through for me, so something jicky is going on with the other email he sent.
I text son back and confirm email worked for me, that he should resend the original to the TA to show the time stamp and verify he'd sent...
Marcus the robo human offers his heart to John Connor so humanity can go on. The operation succeeds. But we know that there are a lot more of those damned robots out there wanting to wipe out humans.
My coffee begins to work, and I realize it's time to plan the garden, to assess the health of plants that have wintered, to decide where (if at all) to move the roses to ensure greater success and to finally give the vegetable garden enough room.
Mom calls. She's bought a house. Outside of Port Orford, Oregon. 8 miles in from the coast along a river valley. On 11 acres, with 500 yards of river front. And a little ranch style house, 1000 square feet. That needs a new roof. And a lot of work on the inside, like kitchen cabinet work, some plumbing, etc. And there's a bedraggled old orchard that will take much tending and pruning and whatnot to bring it back. But there are daffodils too, and daffodils are cheerful and say Spring! and make Mom smile.
They're (she and her boyfriend) going to get some goats. They already got a puppy yesterday, a border collie..who will help manage the animals on the property.
She says it's lovely to have riverfront. That in summer you can swim, and in the winter you can fish for steelhead. Year round river fun.
I asked her what it would take to get to her, to actually travel to see her. Sounds like a couple of commercial flights, then renting a car, then a few hours in transit. Not easy. Again. Last time it was Port Angeles, Washington, which took a flight into Seattle followed by a puddle jumper/shuttle to Port Angeles. And it was always bumpy weather, summer, winter, didn't matter.
She said getting to her now will simply require allowing 'plenty of time for travel.' Right. Her working daughter has tons of extra time just for 'travel', what with budgeting annual time off around kids' visits and attempting to stay in touch with her own.
I'm glad she's found a place to call home after being a nomad for several years now in boats and the RV. She says she feels great on the land, loves it. It's beautiful, and temperate and green and she'll be able to have a big garden and animals and be by the water.
Which is cool, except she's once again (still) around 1,500 miles away from her family.
Sigh.
Oh, and the movie ended. I think the saga continues, with the robohuman's heart now beating in John Connor's chest, which is a good thing since I think humanity is relying on Connor's survival.
She's planning to be here for the big double graduation party, though.
She's already researching the best travel plan for the effort.
I need more coffee.
Sun shines in the living room.
My feet are on the coffee table (I could use a pedicure, I notice), my laptop propped on my lap.
Terminator Salvation plays on the TV. Hubby loves the Terminator movies, and Netflix delivered.
Daughter joins us for breakfast, then dashes off to work. She's excited at the prospect of actually making some cash for the first time since her surgery, but kind of dreading standing on concrete floors at the restaurant all day.
Son calls and asks me to check my email to see if an attachment came through. He sent a paper in yesterday and the TA is claiming the attachment wasn't...attached. Attachment came through for me, so something jicky is going on with the other email he sent.
I text son back and confirm email worked for me, that he should resend the original to the TA to show the time stamp and verify he'd sent...
Marcus the robo human offers his heart to John Connor so humanity can go on. The operation succeeds. But we know that there are a lot more of those damned robots out there wanting to wipe out humans.
My coffee begins to work, and I realize it's time to plan the garden, to assess the health of plants that have wintered, to decide where (if at all) to move the roses to ensure greater success and to finally give the vegetable garden enough room.
Mom calls. She's bought a house. Outside of Port Orford, Oregon. 8 miles in from the coast along a river valley. On 11 acres, with 500 yards of river front. And a little ranch style house, 1000 square feet. That needs a new roof. And a lot of work on the inside, like kitchen cabinet work, some plumbing, etc. And there's a bedraggled old orchard that will take much tending and pruning and whatnot to bring it back. But there are daffodils too, and daffodils are cheerful and say Spring! and make Mom smile.
They're (she and her boyfriend) going to get some goats. They already got a puppy yesterday, a border collie..who will help manage the animals on the property.
She says it's lovely to have riverfront. That in summer you can swim, and in the winter you can fish for steelhead. Year round river fun.
I asked her what it would take to get to her, to actually travel to see her. Sounds like a couple of commercial flights, then renting a car, then a few hours in transit. Not easy. Again. Last time it was Port Angeles, Washington, which took a flight into Seattle followed by a puddle jumper/shuttle to Port Angeles. And it was always bumpy weather, summer, winter, didn't matter.
She said getting to her now will simply require allowing 'plenty of time for travel.' Right. Her working daughter has tons of extra time just for 'travel', what with budgeting annual time off around kids' visits and attempting to stay in touch with her own.
I'm glad she's found a place to call home after being a nomad for several years now in boats and the RV. She says she feels great on the land, loves it. It's beautiful, and temperate and green and she'll be able to have a big garden and animals and be by the water.
Which is cool, except she's once again (still) around 1,500 miles away from her family.
Sigh.
Oh, and the movie ended. I think the saga continues, with the robohuman's heart now beating in John Connor's chest, which is a good thing since I think humanity is relying on Connor's survival.
She's planning to be here for the big double graduation party, though.
She's already researching the best travel plan for the effort.
I need more coffee.
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