Not keen on new news. Guess I, pretty much, like things to stay the same. Went to my mom's with the kids, to leave them for lunch and the afternoon. We'd gotten her some groceries beforehand, and after unloading, she told me she needed to talk to me. I was in a bit of a hurry since I had 2 more stops to make and had cold things in the truck. Anyway, I asked if it was something troublesome or urgent, and if it could wait until I came back to pick up the kids. She said she'd follow me out to my truck and tell me---not sure she even wanted any of the kids to overhear. In that space of a few seconds, my imagination flew all over the place. She's so dramatic! Said if she didn't say something to me today, my older brother would. What am I supposed to think? Well, all it was (not to belittle it at all) was that she wondered if I was interested in inheriting her house. My two older brothers live out of town and aren't interested in the least. I told her 'of course', and that seemed to settle her mind. I don't like to think of inheriting, knowing what has to precede that, but am glad to put her at peace. I knew this conversation was coming at some point, but still, don't like to think of it.
And two of our boys went out this morning looking at an apartment. They'd be the first ones to move out, so more to ponder.
Wish sometimes I could stop the clock, and put a hold on everyone growing older and possibly leaving in one way or another. Not realistic, huh?
In other news, reading Sue Monk Kidd's
The Mermaid Chair and can't make a call yet on whether I like it. Have heard
Nancy Mitford mentioned lately by a few Brits and will pick up a couple of hers at the library later on. She's highly thought of, it seems. Cozy reads, comfort food for dinner and nothing else big and newsworthy to happen today, I don't think. 'Course there might be a few surprises I'm unaware of. If I can put my mind in a serene place, that'd be perfect. Will let you know how that goes.
(painting by stephen darbishire called 'summer flowers')
