Movin' On for Peace

Last weekend was Memorial Day...as an aside, my Mom passed away 22 years ago on Memorial Day. This year I spent the holiday weekend moving from my home of 13.75 years to a brand-spankin' new home.

I am very fortunate for several reasons, the least not being that I had several friends helping. I honestly do not know what I would have done without their help. I am amazed and grateful for the people who showed up for me. After a bad marriage that lasted way longer than it should have, it just wasn't something I was (or am) used to. People showing up??? For me????? Incredible!

But hey, that's not what I wanted to write about! My son and two of his friends came over to help. One friend I've known for a while, and think the world of him. The other I just met. T

They're amazing 23 - 24 year old young men. They moved the heavy stuff and worked very hard - for about four hours. Little did I know my son had made plans to go fishing (yes, fishing! ) at 2 o'clock sharp - right in the middle of prime moving time. I was a little upset. I knew that would be the end of their help and availability, not to mention muscles! My crew disappeared, and the day was still young.


In the end, I bit my tongue, gave each of them a little spending money, and went to work putting away all the stuff they brought over.

I am really glad I kept my thoughts to myself. They worked hard. One requested to be Face Book friends, and when you're an old fart like me, it's really cool when a young'un wants to be friends.

I kept the peace by keeping my criticism and opinions to myself. And for once, I'm glad I did.

Slowly, but surely, the work will get done. Just not on my time schedule.