Hammering out the details...

Yes, we hammered out the details as Bill and I dined at our regular haunt. The only Lily-friendly eating establishment in Frazier business loop. We got details of the closing of his house, met with the buyers realtor and fine tuned what we were scheduled to do this week. Loaded truck for Jens house and Amy's hearth. It was a day of working the final 10 days.
10 days, Linda and Bill will be no more on this mountain. I will have to connect with Bill down below at Amy's. No more Lake of the Woods runs, no more meeting for lunch, no more yakking about locals. Bill will have a new full time reality. The upshot it is insulated by the girls. Amy, Jen and the grandkids will be there and that makes it bearable for me. I worry and now I do not have to.
So distracting myself with the hammering out of those details is a big relief. The empty spot I will feel eventually will be replaced by a new scenario, I just have to adapt. As we all do. Bill and I are the two orphaned children who have to call something new home. So onto the next task for tomorrow and the day after....

Remnants of the Past show, my review!

 Remnants of the Past show, my review! It was beautiful and at the same time awful. If I see one more 60 something year old gal running around in neutral linens and schmoozing, I think I would have needed a drink at the overpriced bar outside. Ok, I got over the $15 to get in and the $5 for parking. I was good with that since this promised to be something special. But here is what floored me. Everything was shabby, neutral, frenchy, rusty and foremost extremely overpriced. I can order from French dealers and bulk load and still be under what one uninteresting enamel sign costs. Too much wire mattress remnants for several hundred American dollars. So many things ridiculous that my eyes hurt and I was suffering from repetitive sensory overload. Bill and I don't look like the gals schmoozing so I know we stood out. Somewhere in the mix/mob after we too ran into people, air kissed and hugged, I pulled out the map and looked for Sandee, Stan, Bonnie and Heathers booth. 

Black Bird Vintage Design!! Needless to say we hung out there and neither Sandee or Stan were wearing linen, instead black t-shirts--yay!. Commonsense prices, a good mix of oddities and anything else, plus the frenchy, shabby, farm, rusty, stuff as well. Bill and I spent $500 together, not because they are our friends but they had what we wanted. We forced ourselves to go around again and again until we were dizzy. We now understood these milling husbands who had a complacent look on their faces and coveted a mixed drink in their hands. Once Stan helped us to load, Bill and I climbed into big red and rushed to the parking lot that was suppose to be a highway. We concluded that Remnants was so overwhelmingly overwhelming that we felt like we worked the show!! But I loved what we bought and I still don't know where I am going to hang my Exit sign.

A big kiss for my son...he was Divine

Yes, A big kiss today... to my 14 year old who put up with his mother all day yesterday. Nothing worked out, wasn't feeling well, had visions of running over numerous people, made fun of things, talked back to my gal on the phone who gives me directions, needed Starbux desperately throughout, etc...
Since he couldn't fix anything, he joined me and we turned a crappy day into a fun day!! So here is to Wesley!! Muah!!

It is good to remember

Found a picture of Linda today in the midst of downloads. I cropped it because it really doesn't matter what we were doing but it was one of our many crazy driving days. Get up in the morning, my purse, cell phone & coffee in hand as I wait outside for Bill and Linda to arrive and yes,we can travel from Frazier Park to Van Nuys glass shop, Saugus Swap Meet, step in and see an art exhibit in Valencia and then drive out the 14 to Pear Blossom, hit those shops along there, then Antique Asylum in Lancaster, then stop for a craigslist ad at some questionable "compound" with scary sketchy people, lunch, bank, shopping, stop at a salon to grab a can of hair spray the size of Linda, then make our way home by way of Antiques at the Barn on the 138. We could keep going but things close after awhile. That was a short day, but of coarse everything was on the way, nearby or just a little bit further-sort of. Linda would be sitting in the backseat, on her phone, singing, tissues everywhere, spilling drinks, thinking of places to go, knowing where to eat, Mary Kay products rolling around on the floor, bank cards slipping between the seats, the goodbye tour with Jen and Amy on the phone (Bill and I would count how many times she would say goodbye to her daughters and restart a conversation, eventually she would realize what Bill and I were doing:)...I miss all that. Her tissue box is still in the backseat behind the center headrest in my truck. Noone is allow to move it, at least not yet. There will always be a place in my truck/heart for her to ride along...