Here I am.......

Here I Am.....

I am just coming off of one stressful situation after another.

The summer would have been hard enough with just having to deal with the loss of my Dad, but we have had a few more things to deal with.

The next thing to happen was the tenant we had at our house in RI, moved out with no notice, breaking her lease, and leaving the house filthy and damaged and not paying the rent, which of course means no rental income for us. Less money is never a good thing!

The city here in Maine where we live, put a new road out in front of our house, as they dug the drainage ditch, they ruined our basement runoff pipe. I knew it had happened and they supposedly came and fixed it in the early summer....I realized that they had not fixed it really, when last week, with all the rain, we had a good 6 inches of water in our cellar.

So I have had to deal with the city, that has gone pretty well and I made friends with the workers who came and ended up putting in a brand new pipe. They did have to dig up a huge section of my front yard and sacrifice a big bush.....I gave them soda and cookies. The next day I was getting in my car and they drive by and tooted there horn and waved to me.....cookies and soda, makes friends...and friends do better work!! So for as much of a hassle it was to make the arrangements it did get all fixed....they replanted the bush, which we have given some extra love and seeded the front yard....and so far no water in the basement.

As far as the house in RI goes, we have alot of work to do. It has hurt my feelings that a woman, who is in her 5o's would be so irresponsible.

Tom also has taken a new job, which means he will be home and not in Vermont anymore, just like a real husband!! Tom will be the new Assistant Head at Hebron Academy. We had the stress of deciding where our own kids would go to school this year too. Taf , Quinn, and Margaret will all go to Hebron and Patrick and Kathleen will stay at Trinity. Hebron is a school for 6th-12th grade. It is a boarding school for 9-12.

I think thats about it.

I miss my father every day, I am always thinking of things I want to tell him.......
I cry often, it creeps up on me without much warning.
When I see someone out, about my Dad's age, I am sad.....and jealous.
When I catch myself having fun, the same thought pops in my head....." I wish my dad was here"

The other night we had a BAT in the kitchen, Taf and Quinn wrangled it...I screamed and took pictures, and laughed and screamed some more.....When all was done I wanted to tell my Dad so badly.....he would have loved that the boys took care of getting the Bat out.