Last night we attended our friend's memorial. It was perfect and I know he would have been touched to see all those people there (188 apparently). The funeral talk was so personal, it's like we could picture Mike right in from of us. We finally found out what he died from and that he died peacefully so that brought many comfort. It's still such a shame at such a young age, 35.
On another note, the renovations are moving along. Our contractor is supposed to come on Monday and discuss moving forward. I'm pretty excited. I just want all our old furniture out of storage and to decorate this house to look like a home, our home. As much as I appreciate my in-laws decor, anyone that knows me, knows that shiny, oil paints and frilly, Italian decor is just not me. I love flat, simple...basically, modern country. Today I was looking forward to cleaning up our place, yes, I know it's odd, but I love cleaning. It's like a stress release. I literally get a high on it. Anyways, after fighting with the 1962 vacuum cleaner and it's lack of ability, my sweet, dear hubby gave me the go ahead to buy a new vacuum cleaner. I know it sounds ridiculous but this was definitely the highlight of my weekend thus far. Even better than getting rid of 5 bags of stuff that wasn't being used. Thank you Value Village!
Sunday morning Alex surprised Portia with a new pair of adjustable skates. Now finally someone invented a pair that makes sense. They adjust from a size 12 to 2 so now we don't have to purchase another pair for a few years. Alex and Portia, along with her friend and dad got some good quality father and daughter time. They all headed to a local outdoor skating rink, actually in the very same park that Alex grew up playing at. Portia was ecstatic and apparently didn't want to leave.
We also added Perfection to our collection of family games. It brought back so many memories. I even vaguely remember the words to the song on the commercial...Press the plunger down, set the timer, fit the pieces in , don't be slow. In Perfection, you gotta move on fast, move on fast.... Oh, the odd things we remember.
