Plus the woman who owns the antique shop where he has his shop is changing things around (this would fit under the work worry category). We're not sure of her immediate plans, and maybe she's still trying to figure it out as well, but her indecision is making him a bit nervous. She already let our oldest daughter go, who'd been working for her for 5 years, so that daughter could get another job before she set her plans in motion. Said daughter is now happily working at swanky monogramming shop for swanky customers. Daughter does posh pretty well---at least she fits in, being such a sweet girl and not given to snootiness. :)
Change is harder the older we get, it seems. You think everything will stay, pretty much, the same and then you get gobsmacked and knocked off your rocker at the same time. Reminds me of being a kid and visiting my grandparents. The aunts (pronounced ain't in the South here when you add a name to it---case in point---Ain't Viola---a real aunt of mine who I loved dearly) and uncles would be there and I figured it'd always be the same. They'd live forever and we'd never grow up. Huh. They've all gone to Heaven and we did grow up.
Anyway, h-o-p-e-f-u-l-l-y normalcy is the name of the game today and this weekend. Cool dinners and perhaps a mild set of circumstances concerning next-door neighbor (pretty please?). And grocery shopping this afternoon to save me from having to do it tomorrow. It's still darn hot and no relief in sight. I'll water the yard a bit when the sun lightens up after dinner, and get the flowers all damp and comfortable. The Blacked-Eyed Susans are coming up, but not ready to bloom yet, and the Evening Primroses are up, but not quite as numerous as last year, probably because the Susans are taking over. The Mexican Primroses are finishing out and the Dianthus is happily blooming---they seem to adore the heat. The Butterfly bushes look good, but their leaves are yellowing---must water them in more, I guess.
Enough blathering. Time to make the grocery list. I'm thinking 7-layer dip for dinner. And wishing for cake.
