Oct. 14-20
* Note *
Last week's post actually ended with the start of week 34. After all,
I arrived from Spain, and Sandra was leaving to Spain...It only seemed
logical to bind those 8 days together...at that time.
However, I will post those paragraphs again for the sake of
chronological order...
(I made some changes in them too)
daDay 1 of week 34
Thursday, morning went by fast. There was some space left in one of
Sandra's suitcases. I filled it up with as many of Mayra's belongings
as I could. (When Mayra moved to Spain she left boxes of dvds, books,
and home decoration with us). Around 2:30 P.M. we left for the airport.
As I am saying, "Finally! You know we are running late", Sandra says,
"Yes, but I need to stop at WalMart". I didn't want to argue anymore.
All I said was, "You sure it's that important?". She answered, "Very!".
I drove to WalMart and, bit my tongue. Parked the car, and she ran
into the store. About 20 minutes later she came out in a hurry with
a small bag in her hand. She opened it as I took off ready to hit
I-85. She took a nail clipper out of the bag, and asked, "Will they
consider this a weapon at the airport?" She proceeded to fix a broken
nail...
We made it just in time. Sandra and an unsuspecting Alonso, were
about to leave in what I hope is a life changing trip for Sandra. We
moved to Georgia when she was 12 years old, and she has been back
twice before. However, this time she has to make up her mind
if she wants to stay in the U.S. when I leave...or, move back with us.
Now, it was time hug, kiss, and wish them a great flight...
I am hoping to clean...do laundry...write some recipes...and have
a garage sale next week. We'll see.
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So how did the rest of the week go?
It's been very interesting. Next morning, Sandra called to say
she made it well, and she had a good flight, although she stressed
out at take off, when Alonso started screaming, and squirming in his
seat...
At home.
I have caught up with all the laundry, put in order every kitchen
cabinet and drawers, cleaned celing fans, floors, gone through a box
of bills, cooked for my food stories...
My friend's husband returned my lawnmower. It couldn't be fixed...
I miss my husband more and more, with each phone conversation,
with each day that passes by...and, I am trying not to feel down,
but...I am.
