Aunt Frances would be 97 today…while her constant chatter used to irritate me, I would really love to hear her talking, laughing and Aunt Frances-isms again! This should be a reminder that any day could be the last for your important people but life happens and we get busy…I guess we have no choice but to call up our memories when we need to.
I hate to call them the Xanga girls because we have become so much more to each other…but we are meeting the Xanga girls and husbands in Chicago for the weekend. I'm very excited…IKEA is in the plan for Friday afternoon…I'm an IKEA virgin…I'm preparing to fall in love!
We close on the house in Missouri tomorrow – we are signing papers this afternoon…found out this week that a woman who grew up in his neighborhood also lives in Pleasant Hill…small world. We are and have been friends with her sisters for several years, but I had never met her…by the way, he is pretty sure that he broke this Marianna's arm when they were children. I hope she has forgiven and forgotten 🙂
I think that is it for today. Mentally gearing up for 4th of July activities. We both have to work on the 4th but hope to at least work in the Yankee Doodle Pops at the Capitol in Des Moines on the 3rd.
Until next time….
I am really excited that you finally get to go to Ikea. I wish I could be there with you to see you enjoy it. It is a big store. Prepare yourself. Lots of people. Their chocolate bars are good.
So how far is the Missouri house from Chicago? I am excited for you. I have only lived in this house as an adult. Even though I like it here sometimes I think about moving just because.
I hope you get to see the Pops concert!
Corey loves IKEA, he just likes to wander and wander and then eat, and then buy a little plant on the way out. Me, not so much. Unless I need something, then I love it.
it’s funny how excited we all are. 🙂
In some ways, I’m glad you miss your Aunt Francis. It means you’re holding onto the good memories. Know what I mean?
Yes…I totally know what you mean. Sometimes I felt she was more of a mother to me that, ahem, her