I can't quite believe the weekend is over. Two weeks ago, I asked my husband if we could go up north this weekend. He could ski, I could knit, and we'd just be gone. Away. Those plans changed with a call from the woman who is in charge of organizing the task of pulling 4 women together who will live in our home. We kept calling and checking to see if they'd found anyone and they'd tell us they were working on it. The process seemed incredibly slow though all of a sudden, it seemed so fast.
One of the young women is completely delightful, very high functioning and it would seem, a perfect fit. Another woman seemed perfect too but our house isn't handicap equipped in areas like the shower and home entry. Although she is ambulatory, I'm afraid our home won't fit her needs, and I don't have the funds to make those areas accessible. The last young lady had a very scary father. I was glad both the dog and my husband were in the house. I'm serious. While I was showing her the bedrooms, she seemed shy and reluctant to step inside to look at them so he just shoved her into one of the rooms. Hard. I was completely baffled by his rude behavior and his abrasive/abusive nature. Even though he wouldn't be the one living here, I don't think I'd want him coming around to visit. Very bad karma there. I don't want to penalize his daughter and feel compelled to say no to this arrangement, but on the other hand, maybe she just needs to be rescued. Is that my job? I'll have to think hard about this one.
Just about the time I felt ready to fall apart, my sister Mareseatoats waltzed in. I've not seen her since November and although she was my brother's 50th birthday surprise, her presence was like a gift to me. The timing was perfect. After the visitors left, we baked a birthday cake, cooked a stew and knit the day away. My brothers came for dinner and it was pretty comforting to be surrounded by all of the people I love on such a difficult day. While we weren't away up north, it was good just to be home with family.