I haven't written for a while. I am working hard to get my family home cleaned out. It is for sale and as a result my childhood is public....a big slice of my life is on display and I feel violated!
A week ago a young highly tattooed couple toured mom's home and when they saw the cat food bag they cringed and asked if we had a cat. I said yes, my mother's cat named Beauregard. The female wrinkled her face and told me she was allergic to cats. Interesting because they were fine with the house and the two dogs until she saw the cat food. I was stunned, my parent's home is very clean, it has a new roof, updated electric, new furnace and new ceiling in the "family room". There are nice "old updates" (okay they are from the early 1970's) of the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen and bathroom may need updating, but they are still nice. Most of all the house is full of love and wonderful memories. But a bag of cat food suddenly reduces my family home to nothing by a young insensitive narcissist who obviously doesn't know anything about quality, nor does she care?
When I had the new roof put on the workmen told me that while a lot of new homes look good, they are not made well. They are having to replace roofs a lot earlier than they should and often need to replace the wood too. My parent's home, they said, was built like a tank..they said that builders do not make homes like my parent's home anymore. I think I would rather buy an old tank than something new that looks good on the outside, but is really made of "cardboard"!
I am going back to my home in Pennsylvania..much to do there. I have to replace pipes for the bathroom, fix the bathroom and kitchen and paint the living room, dining room and bedrooms. I asked myself if it was worth it to go to Califon to take care of my mother five years ago. I left a house and community I loved behind, but I moved back to the wonderful town I grew up in, Califon. I went to Califon to take care of my mother, a woman that was always there for me and for her family. I loved my mother with all my heart; yes, it was worth it!
I am running; I am trying to up my weekly mileage. I will eventually get back to racing, I just need to get through this challenge in my life. Running is my life line, running keeps me sane!
Today I was reminded of a song my father loved...Pennies From Heaven:
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven
Don'tcha know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
You'll find your fortune fallin' all over town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love, you must have showers
So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me
Every time it rains, it rains Pennies from heaven
Don'tcha know each cloud contains Pennies from heaven?
You'll find you fortune fallin' All over town
Be sure that your umbrella Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love you must have showers
So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and for me
Bing Crosby sang the song so beautifully:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uROuR3Jm6M
A week ago a young highly tattooed couple toured mom's home and when they saw the cat food bag they cringed and asked if we had a cat. I said yes, my mother's cat named Beauregard. The female wrinkled her face and told me she was allergic to cats. Interesting because they were fine with the house and the two dogs until she saw the cat food. I was stunned, my parent's home is very clean, it has a new roof, updated electric, new furnace and new ceiling in the "family room". There are nice "old updates" (okay they are from the early 1970's) of the bathroom and kitchen. The kitchen and bathroom may need updating, but they are still nice. Most of all the house is full of love and wonderful memories. But a bag of cat food suddenly reduces my family home to nothing by a young insensitive narcissist who obviously doesn't know anything about quality, nor does she care?
When I had the new roof put on the workmen told me that while a lot of new homes look good, they are not made well. They are having to replace roofs a lot earlier than they should and often need to replace the wood too. My parent's home, they said, was built like a tank..they said that builders do not make homes like my parent's home anymore. I think I would rather buy an old tank than something new that looks good on the outside, but is really made of "cardboard"!
I am going back to my home in Pennsylvania..much to do there. I have to replace pipes for the bathroom, fix the bathroom and kitchen and paint the living room, dining room and bedrooms. I asked myself if it was worth it to go to Califon to take care of my mother five years ago. I left a house and community I loved behind, but I moved back to the wonderful town I grew up in, Califon. I went to Califon to take care of my mother, a woman that was always there for me and for her family. I loved my mother with all my heart; yes, it was worth it!
I am running; I am trying to up my weekly mileage. I will eventually get back to racing, I just need to get through this challenge in my life. Running is my life line, running keeps me sane!
Today I was reminded of a song my father loved...Pennies From Heaven:
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven
Don'tcha know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
You'll find your fortune fallin' all over town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love, you must have showers
So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me
Every time it rains, it rains Pennies from heaven
Don'tcha know each cloud contains Pennies from heaven?
You'll find you fortune fallin' All over town
Be sure that your umbrella Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love you must have showers
So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and for me
Bing Crosby sang the song so beautifully:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uROuR3Jm6M
My family home back in the early 1960's, it is still the same wonderful home!
2 comments:
I remember that song, too. Beautiful lyrics. Thanks for that.
Putting your life on display like that is hard and I hope you will discard any thoughtless comments from silly people who don't know better.
Good to see your post and I hope you enjoy going 'home' to PA.
Thank you Elle! Everywhere I look in my mother's home I see wonderful memories that I will cherish forever! Going home has its challenges..challenges I am looking forward to!
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