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along?”
“I’ll do interviews, ask for referrals, check financial statuses. The book I got has a list of questions to ask. And then I pray about it. You know, if we’re not happy with the situation, I can give notice that they have to move. I mean, we all know that life changes and sometimes in an instant.” How well she knew that. She’d dreamed of Paul again last night and realized she was also crying when she woke up. Just the thought brought the tears burning at the back of her eyes. Would this never go away? She sniffed and reached for a tissue from the box on the counter.
“You okay?” Phillip asked softly.
“Yeah, or I will be.”
“You know, if you really want to do this, I think we should all sit down together and talk about it. Any chance Lillian could come home for a weekend?”
“We can ask.”
“Have you mentioned it to her yet?”
She nodded. “She said to do whatever I thought best and she’d ask around to see if she could find someone who was doing shared housing. I mean, she’d shared an apartment while she was going to school and that worked all right.”
“Somehow it seems different when it’s a group of students or younger people just getting started.”
“Your age bias is showing.”
Phillip heaved himself upright. “I’ll check and see when Mags has a day off. We can Skype with Lillian if we need to. We’ll ask Annie to come stay with the kids so we don’t have a bunch of interruptions. I’ll ask Tom to do the same.”
“Thanks.” She watched her eldest go out the door. She could tell just by the set of his shoulders that he was not yet convinced this was a good idea.
The day of the meeting, she baked two apple pies and one chocolate meringue and lasagna as only she could make it (the kids all said so). The French bread with garlic and Parmesan cheese was waiting under the broiler. The table was set in the dining room, not here in the kitchen, as if it were a holiday of some sort.
Perhaps it was. She’d made a rough estimate of the bathroom expenses; priced the new water heater; and talked with Hank, their local contractor, about building a two-car garage, getting two estimates, one for making it two story so they could eventually finish the second level into a mini-apartment, a guest suite or game room, or something. She’d talked with Ron at the bank about a possible loan, feeling pleased when he told her that whatever she needed was available to her. There was something to be said for banking for many years at a local bank. And having grown up with the bank manager. She had all the papers in a file folder waiting on the antique buffet that once belonged to her grandmother, then her mother, and now it was hers.
Any changes I make to this house will only increase the value of it , she reminded herself while breaking the romaine lettuce for the salad. If she could ever get the garden in, they would soon have fresh lettuce. That morning she had listened to the inner idea to plant mixed lettuce seeds in an oblong pot and set it on the south-facing windowsill to sprout. Getting a head start on the growing season. Paul had built her a hotbed for starting seeds, but since he died, she’d just not had the energy to get out and do that. So many things she’d let go by the wayside. Would she ever get back to them all, or were they for a reason or only a season?
With everything in order for the supper, she headed upstairs to put on a clean shirt at least. As always tomato sauce had managed to splatter on her white T-shirt. That’s what happened when the cook forgot to put on an apron.
Sometime later with the five of them finally seated at the table and all the food in place to be served, they bowed their heads for grace. For a change, perhaps to make this a more formal occasion, she started the Norwegian prayer that her mother had not only taught her but her children. E Jesu navn, gdr vi til bords
.
At the amen, she nodded. They needed to use the old ways more
“I’ll do interviews, ask for referrals, check financial statuses. The book I got has a list of questions to ask. And then I pray about it. You know, if we’re not happy with the situation, I can give notice that they have to move. I mean, we all know that life changes and sometimes in an instant.” How well she knew that. She’d dreamed of Paul again last night and realized she was also crying when she woke up. Just the thought brought the tears burning at the back of her eyes. Would this never go away? She sniffed and reached for a tissue from the box on the counter.
“You okay?” Phillip asked softly.
“Yeah, or I will be.”
“You know, if you really want to do this, I think we should all sit down together and talk about it. Any chance Lillian could come home for a weekend?”
“We can ask.”
“Have you mentioned it to her yet?”
She nodded. “She said to do whatever I thought best and she’d ask around to see if she could find someone who was doing shared housing. I mean, she’d shared an apartment while she was going to school and that worked all right.”
“Somehow it seems different when it’s a group of students or younger people just getting started.”
“Your age bias is showing.”
Phillip heaved himself upright. “I’ll check and see when Mags has a day off. We can Skype with Lillian if we need to. We’ll ask Annie to come stay with the kids so we don’t have a bunch of interruptions. I’ll ask Tom to do the same.”
“Thanks.” She watched her eldest go out the door. She could tell just by the set of his shoulders that he was not yet convinced this was a good idea.
The day of the meeting, she baked two apple pies and one chocolate meringue and lasagna as only she could make it (the kids all said so). The French bread with garlic and Parmesan cheese was waiting under the broiler. The table was set in the dining room, not here in the kitchen, as if it were a holiday of some sort.
Perhaps it was. She’d made a rough estimate of the bathroom expenses; priced the new water heater; and talked with Hank, their local contractor, about building a two-car garage, getting two estimates, one for making it two story so they could eventually finish the second level into a mini-apartment, a guest suite or game room, or something. She’d talked with Ron at the bank about a possible loan, feeling pleased when he told her that whatever she needed was available to her. There was something to be said for banking for many years at a local bank. And having grown up with the bank manager. She had all the papers in a file folder waiting on the antique buffet that once belonged to her grandmother, then her mother, and now it was hers.
Any changes I make to this house will only increase the value of it , she reminded herself while breaking the romaine lettuce for the salad. If she could ever get the garden in, they would soon have fresh lettuce. That morning she had listened to the inner idea to plant mixed lettuce seeds in an oblong pot and set it on the south-facing windowsill to sprout. Getting a head start on the growing season. Paul had built her a hotbed for starting seeds, but since he died, she’d just not had the energy to get out and do that. So many things she’d let go by the wayside. Would she ever get back to them all, or were they for a reason or only a season?
With everything in order for the supper, she headed upstairs to put on a clean shirt at least. As always tomato sauce had managed to splatter on her white T-shirt. That’s what happened when the cook forgot to put on an apron.
Sometime later with the five of them finally seated at the table and all the food in place to be served, they bowed their heads for grace. For a change, perhaps to make this a more formal occasion, she started the Norwegian prayer that her mother had not only taught her but her children. E Jesu navn, gdr vi til bords
.
At the amen, she nodded. They needed to use the old ways more
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