Daily Archives: June 9, 2011

Old man

My neighbor from across the road came over this afternoon with her five year old daughter. She handed me a card and homemade mint scrub. As a thank you for pulling bins up her driveway while they were on vacation. No, really.

I was in the middle of a hurricane and planning of damage control:

Anyway, she gave me a gift, so I had no choice but to ask her in. I ushered her through the kitchen, the long way around to the back deck, in hope she is blinded by the sun enough not to see the full extend of our mess. At this point I would also like to add I did in fact straighten the house out before we left for the beach this morning. In the afternoon, while gardening ( pulling weeds really) Little J got bored and went to play inside. Ten minutes later I came in and cried.

As I was saying, off we went to the back deck. Kids started playing. Pulling more stuff out. Onto the back deck, then in the living room. Then they moved upstairs. It was for the best really, because my neighbor should in fact feel guilty for her child adding to the disaster.

It was a perfect afternoon. Good company, occupied kids and Husband mowing to show off a bit.

Then I heard the kids coming downstairs. Apparently they knocked down the tent in Little J’s room and needed help.

My son was telling his guest: “I will ask my Mommy to do it. My Daddy is old, he cannot.”

The day got even better…

Credits: Questions on how to cope after Hurricane are by FEMA.

PS Husband is only a few years older then me.

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