We have a contract on Grandpa and Grandma's house. It closes in just under two weeks. The inspection is on Monday. Most of the inside of the house is clear of belonging and sporting new paint, all but the wood shop in the basement, that is.
Right now I am broken up every time we go. I think about how there will not be any back porch dinners, or birthday parties, or Christmases. There will not even be any more 4th of July as we have known it in the past. The bike parade is taking place, but Ethan will be working nights. Ellie and Kohlton will be in New Hampshire with Mark and Martine, celebrating the holiday at the lake with friends that Mark has had since high school.
The neighbors behind us are moving out as the owner is going to put two houses on that lot. When I arrived home from running errand today, I found that they had already removed the lovely tree that signaled the end of the driveway and kept the dogs cool. Gone are the old fashioned roses that put forth soft blooms every spring.
I've had enough of change. I don't think I can take anymore. Too bad that I can't make that limit stick.
I am going to distract myself by making a cake and a birthday crown for my niece, Aurora, who turns two tomorrow.