Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip
On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery. The entire time I lived…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Eight, The Rest of the Trip
The drive is uneventful otherwise. We talk some but mostly we listen to Steve’s CD’s. He has them in a metal case and he’s very good about changing them. He…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Seven, The Rest of the Trip
We head back to Illinois on Monday, which is Memorial Day. Steve has suggested at least once that perhaps I didn’t plan this trip very well. Did I realize it…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Six
We return to what I’ve come to think of as The House of Dust. Two years unoccupied. We opened the windows to air the house out when we arrived on…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Five
We go into the living room to chat some more. Of course Mom can’t hear anything even when someone shouts. No one is sitting close to her to repeat everything…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Four
Sunday, May 26, 2012 Scrub and I have decided to go to church “out on the prairie” which is where my parents always went to church. If we go we…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Three
Mom launches into a reminiscence about her own parents. Her mother had to get up every morning and make biscuits from scratch on an old wood cook stove. My…
Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Two
I haven’t seen Scrub or my mother in two years, not since Kevin’s funeral. We’ve never been particularly close, but we tend to come together during family crises, like when…
Why I Don’t Cook
This morning in an effort to get my diabetic husband to make better food choices I decided to make a blueberry muffin recipe I found on the internet. This is…
Barb’s Box of Stuff
When you’re looking at downsizing your living quarters you have to make some tough decisions about what you’ll be getting rid of. In a far back corner of my closet…