They're Off
To the best of my knowledge, yesterday's pick up went without a hitch. With these folks, 3 hours late isnae a hitch. We planned on it. I have zero evidence that puctuality is even on their possibility list. To my own birth family, "La Hora Hispana" is called, "Fashionably Late." I am quite accustomed to planning for tardiness, when necessary. I prefer punctuality, but that is merely a preference. It ain't worth giving away my personal serenity for. Another factor my son's in-laws have in common with my birth family is the way my best guess can be twisted into thoroughly unpredicatble shapes and intentions, especially when they have a lawyer on retainer.
Letting go and letting God on those points, the children left with their mother's family in good spirits. I've worked with less. I am still praying to bless the children with free and easy access to both branches of their family tree. Just praying. . .
I slept in the old house last night. All my wake-up amenities are still here. Last night I was too exhausted to move my own carcass, much less things. This morning's quiet feels like luxury beyond any I have known since the custody shuffle back in August. Going to bed after a long, uninterrupted soak in the tub was a preview of heavan.
This morning finds me too energetic to believe the day of rest I had planned will be entirely restful. My urge of the moment is to take down the Christmas decorations in preparation for the move in. Our little ship of fools did our Christmas during the two days Big Bro and Big Sis refused to leave the new house. Neither Hubs nor I are big on the holiday rituals. With the children gone, we are ready to move on and there is allot of moving to be done. Big Bro wants the house to be up and running when he gets back. He is excited about being able to launch the first school. My tired old bones are wishing for a magic wand.
The Solstice winds are still blowing, but the solstice, itself, has officially passed. The days start getting longer again today. Yay! ! !
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After I stripped off the decorations, I left the fir tree in the stand and jostled it into the guest room where I set up the now 5 week old feather babies. They seem to be feeling at home there and reacted to the tree like it was an alien invader. A very big one from their 10 inch perspective. I just closed the door on them and left them to figure it out. At the last peek, they had figured out it wasn't going to hurt them and looked something like the apes in 2001 Space Odyssey approaching the evolutionary monolith.
I'm off to lunch and shopping with Hubs. I'm betting dollars to wishes the chicks will be setting up shop in the tree before I get back. It's plenty big enough for all 19 of them.
I am so very glad that things went without any problems with the other grandparents Arf…. Yay!!… That must have been a relief and I am also glad that you had some lovely and relaxing time for yourself.... I hope that the chicks enjoy the tree!!…… Big hug....xo
Being down here in Mexico at the moment, I'm living what you say about "La Hora Hispana," arfie. Yesterday I had to let go and let God as to my anxiety about a painful dental appointment I had here. I was on time for the appointment with el dentista, but as you can imagine, I got to cool my heels in el dentista's waiting room for a good while before we got started. Que sera', sera'.
Glad the transfer of the kids to their other grandparents went off without a hitch when the time came, though. Praying with you now.
Sounds like all went well. Good to have a break from the super busy schedule. Support and hugs.
You don't wanna call it, "La Hora Hispana" in Mexico, Muji. Each of the many countries in Latin America I have visited is extremely possessive of being fashionably late. I have watched Mexicans, Honduranians and several others go fisticuffs over whether it was La hora mexicana, la hora hondurana, or whatever flag they saluted as the pinnacle of Hispanic culture.
However, not all Hispanic America worships tardiness. While I was living Ecuador they had a government propaganda program over, "Seas puntual." The profies at La UDA were brutal on the subject. They valued punctuality mightily during the time I studied there.
I lost my bet on the birds in the tree. They still haven't made it up into the branches.
Hugs Arfie. I skipped the Christmas wrapping my house this year. The tree will remain up though until we get back from the annual family Christmas at my aunt’s.
I hope that things continue to be restful even when your busy my friend. Sometimes being busy can be restful, at least it is for me when I’m working in my restoration projects.
Much hugs & love!