I have 100% me time for about a half hour!

And I come here. Wow. What a nice place we've found in this corner of the world.

My sis and I left our boys in our cars while stopping by our grandparent's house for the last time. She had to pick up something there, I didn't want her to go alone in that neighborhood (which I hate saying--the house was appraised at $75 and my dad sold it for $25), and I felt compelled to go....

That tall yellow house with the big yard, across from the high school, sat empty except for our papa's chair. It's such a lovely house. I hope someone will love it as my grandparents did. I have a photo of my grandma on my visor. She's wearing a gorgeous fitted dress, sitting on a picnic blanket. Her hair's curled, her two toddlers are nearby, and she's tossing back a beer. And this was her home, and she was me then.

Somehow, there were never bugs in her basement. Not even a spider. Not even today. I took a wooden ladder from there, and there wasn't even a cobweb on it. Her secret to no bugs and her recipe for meatballs are two things I'll never know.

And I'll never again hear the bird in the ball she hung from the kitchen/dining room doorway every New Year's. It represented a good time to come, spent with loving family. I miss my grandma and papa. I am also sad that today was my final memory of their house.

My papa's rigged up gate is probably blown open again from all the wind we're having.