Monday, September 28, 2015

What Moon?

 And, away we go.
We have been working on the latest load of pots for the big gas kiln. It use to be that we could knock this out in 5 days.
Now that I am gone for a few of those days it takes longer.

We also had to make a trip up to Virginia to remove the last of the items from my mother's house. It has sold and the closing is coming up.
We walked all the rooms on each floor, taking in the memories that were so much a part of any house that has belonged in a family such as ours.
 The weather was nice enough to walk to lunch, something we don't get to do here, unless you count the walk across the yard. We stopped in for cups of coffee on the way back and did what we loved to do the most at my mother's house, we porch sat.
 We just sat on the top step of the porch while we watched the world pass us by.
This trip we were not in a hurry, we had nowhere to be, we could just sit and watch.
  I always find a new story to tell Mark as we sit there. You would think after all these years there would be nothing left to tell.

We moved to this house when I was 12. I built my teenage years there along with my 2 brothers and 2 sisters. If those walls could talk.

After coffee, as the afternoon started to head into late afternoon, I said my good-bye.

I talked to my sister that night and she asked was Mom there. No, she is gone. She loved that house, loved her life there, loved growing old there, but she is not hanging around. That was not her style. My mother always told me that life was for the living. So get out there and do some of that. Oh, and if you have a shot of good bourbon, raise a glass to my mother.

 You know the drill.
Top to bottom:
Back stack.
Middle stack.
Front stack.
Fire tomorrow, cool down on Wednesday and Thursday, unload is Friday.

Oh, yeah, about that moon.
I don't want to talk about it.

See you on Friday.


Dennis Allen said...

Glad the house is sold. One less thing to worry about.

cookingwithgas said...

Bitter sweet, but more sweet than bitter. It's time to fill that house with new love.

Shortstuff said...

Yeah it is bittersweet. I hope the new owners live there for 50 years like we did. Thanks, sis.

cookingwithgas said...

Me too.

smartcat said...

Your mother sounds like a practical woman. No hanging around! I like that!
It's time for the new people to start hanging!
But you must feel the passage of fine time of your life.

Lori Buff said...

Porch sitting is a great past time, it does stir the memory. I’m glad the house is sold yet the memories remain. May it be filled with new love and laughter.

Michèle Hastings said...

A few years ago, my parents sold the house I grew up in. They are (or were, in my mother's case) practical people. They knew it was time to sell. I never had any regrets or missed it as being home... I have the memories of life there, which are bigger than the house.
May the new owners of your family home enjoy many years of happiness there!

cookingwithgas said...

Yes, a house is a house. A home is people.

Gary's third pottery blog said...

Wonderful pots, as usual, just beautiful :)