we are getting there at last

Hallelujah or however you spell the word! The painter has returned from the murky depths of his sick bed and is once again wielding the mighty brush. But, true to form, he did say,again-"we need more paint". Does this man have any other words in his vocabulary? Oh yes, I remember he does - usually something about needing more money. So predictable.And another thing - how come WE need more paint, but he never contributes to the cost of said sticky messy stuff?

Enough complaining - there are delightful moments when I am so happy that the environment in which I live is starting to feel more like mine. Mother has been gone from the planet for 7 years and Father in frail care for 4 years, so it is time that I stopped feeling guilty about wanting the place to look like my own. Technically, it is still my Dads home, but he is not likely to sleep in the place again. I have lived in a sort of vacuum for 4 years now, and in dire need of feeling that the place is my soft place to land.So, all of a sudden there are very bold coloured curtains, bamboo blinds and such things making the place feel like home.

Yesterday Daughter Two rang to say that the greatest little boy in the world needed to be collected at day care. When I arrived, the grin and delight on his face at seeing me generated sufficient energy to light up the town. He usually smiles and grabs his bag, but this was something different. I usually get him earlier and I guess he had had enough of pals for the day and just needed to be with family. Whatever the reason, it was a real joy for me.
The greatest attraction at my home for him is the motorbike - little piece of black plastic that keeps him fully entertained for hours. Being almost three years old now, he has decided that he can become more daring on the scooter, or do I mean OFF the bike? I have to be careful not to say things like - you will hurt yourself, and all those awful things that we programme into young people, so I encourage him to try things (at this stage, that means learning to roll the bike before he hits the garage door) and sort of hope for the best. I also heap praise when he does do something daring that has a happy end result. Oh the tightrope we walk.........