Sorry, no pictures yet of our new work shop. I keep getting this error: “Post-processing of the image failed likely because the server is busy or does not have enough resources. Uploading a smaller image may help. Suggested maximum size is 2500 pixels.” ~ I’ll keep trying! Meanwhile, I’ll also keep working at getting my blog up-to-date. I’m getting closer by focusing on the highlights.
This past July, my daughter and her family moved back to Alaska. My son-in-law is in the Coast Guard. Military life…you go where the government sends you. Admittedly, I was bummed about their orders. Even though they were 400+ miles from us, Alaska feels like the other side of the world. My son-in-law and two of our grandsons were thrilled to go back, my daughter and our other three grandkids, not so much. Before they made their big move, we met up for a couple of days/nights. My son and his family also joined us. Not knowing when we would see any of them again, we gave my son and daughter birthday/Christmas envelopes (cash) for their families to cover the rest of 2021.
My 94-year-old MIL passed away at the end of July. She had been living with my SIL for at least eight years, maybe even longer. Anyhow, this meant an unplanned trip downstate. She passed away on a Thursday, so to allow time for my other SIL living in Virginia to get there, we couldn’t have the funeral until Monday. There has been a lot of family drama following my MIL’s passing. I’ll save that for another day. Hubs and I stayed with my son and his family during the time we were in town.
As we were heading home the following day of the funeral, I got a call from the kiddo’s family. For those who might have just stumbled across my blog, I’ve been caring for a special needs child for well over three years. They said that since I had been around so many people, they wanted me to self-isolate for two weeks. Seriously? There were less than 30 people at the funeral. It was a very simple church service followed by a gravesite service. What irked me about their request was that just a couple of weeks prior, their entire family had gone out-of-state for a graduation party. Without a doubt, there were a lot more people at that party than were at my MIL’s funeral. Talk about a double standard. It gets better. Not even ten days into this “forced self-isolation” they called and asked if I could come back early. In reality, it came down to a matter of convenience for them. Whatever. Of course I went back and never said a word about it.
Stay tuned. Still more to update!
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