Dog days

The summer is slipping away from us and dog days are about over. While Bob and I sat out by the pool to eat lunch, the pre-Fall breezes cooled us. The ever-present mosquitoes feasted on me(never Bob who has some magical essence that makes them gag). My formerly wonderful flowers are looking pretty tired and black spot is creeping into the hydrangeas. The impatients are looking leggy and stressed. The rains this week contributed to a jungle like growth of all the shrubs, which badly need pruning.

Today, Bob invited his ex-wife, Belle, to come to church with us. It was a bit of a novel concept for me, to say the least. She was very gracious in accepting and bringing the grandchildren, Sydney and Jessica. It actually seemed quite familial and quirky all at the same time. I asked the pastor to pray for Bob this morning (I suspect he prayed for me). Any reader will understand why.

Susannah and Adam will be moving out to Grand Prairie in early October. While it's very sad, it will adventuresome for them. Sandwiched in between tears and worry that Anderson, my grandchild, will not know me, is an upbeat hope that this will be a wonderful opportunity for Adam, who is taking a step up in his career. It will also allow Susannah to stay home with Anderson-- something I was never allowed to do based on finances.

In an attempt to comfort me, Bob keeps pointing out that lots of people do not live near their children but that does not make me feel better. I'd really like nothing better than to have Susannah, Adam and Anderson live in a trailer in our back yard. It would be kind of crowded but wonderfully comforting.

Maybe I do need those prayers.