Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Nature has a way.....


My beautiful child and her boyfriend moved in last Tuesday and are using our house as base camp to prepare for a move to California. They are also working on a freelance gig they got, trying to sell a car, get another old Subaru with over 150,000 miles ready for a cross country road trip through Texas, New Mexico and Arizona in August (uh huh.....) , applying for jobs, Wes is finishing up another job she got here, there is much planning for the monk documentary going on, plus working through all that comes up in a young relationship when you add this much stress. And on top of all that dealing with two very concerned parents that are questioning much of this and worrying beyond worry for all the things that we just have to keep quiet about. They have to find their way as we did.....


 Meanwhile, my house very much resembles some of the footage you see on TV after a major tornado or hurricane hits somewhere. There is not a surface in this house that doesn't have something that got plopped down by someone. There doesn't seem to be a place for anything, just plop it, that's good enough.


They made us a lovely meal one night after I got off work. My girl is becoming quite a cook. Good thing, she has a strapping young man to feed :)


Beds are not being made, hallways are danger zones, counter tops stay covered in dirty cups, dishes, food...... sink seems to always be overflowing with dishes. Most of this is because I decided to let the maid have the week off and she goes to the gym or to work instead of fretting about the college frat house she is living in these days. The caretaker of the estate also took time off from his household duties and went to cover a story on migrant workers and their deplorable living conditions. His photos of the cinder block houses and the clutter inside looked about like my house. Interesting.......


Not mine....


 Not mine.....



 not mine.....

Not mine......


 There is my dining room table

That's my loom......

Nature has a way of helping you push the little ones out of the nest, doesn't it..........

9 comments:

oldgreymareprimitives said...

I had to laugh ..sorry..this is how my house looked every time the four descended upon it. After four days I usually start giving and receiving dirty looks lol

littlemancat said...

Oh Tracey,I do feel for you and Gerry, but you do make me laugh with the "not mine" captions! I remember when my son, my only child, would come home from college and the house suddenly became an unknown territory. Also when he prepared to move out - chaos, and not organized chaos either. Hang in there!
Mary

Lori Buff said...

And still you will be so sad to see them leave.

cookingwithgas said...

Push,push,push that baby bird.
FLY!

Dennis Allen said...

They will have a lot to figure out on their own and one way or another, they will. You'll get the mess cleared out in a few weeks, then you will miss it. Good luck biting your tongues, there is no point in saying what won't be heard.

Michèle Hastings said...

It is so hard to keep quiet, but you are right. They will find their way.

Tracey Broome said...

Hate to tell ya, I won't miss this mess one bit! I like my house clean and orderly ;)

The phrase,"blind leading the blind" comes to mind often these days.......

Laura Farrow said...

Wes' future is so bright, she's gotta wear shades!! Ganesha bead helps too. ❤️

Tracey Broome said...

Laura, I think you might be right, she just needs to get away from the south and her parents to see that bright light out there!