My parents came today to help move things back where they were before the MIL came. Other than a "that IS a huge bed" comment there wasn't much fuss. There was a job to be done, and it was done with no complaining and much efficiency. Using common sense, a smidgen of creativity and plenty of combined muscle the job was made easy. Luckily there were no pulled muscles either. Dad also fixed the rototiller and Mom cut a few grapevines in the woods and they were gone before 4pm. That's the people I come from.
They appreciated the mushroom and spinach puff pastries I made, we sat outside and declared it to be a beautiful day. Heck, I couldn't keep them inside, not to eat or drink - they're like me, the outside this time of year is a siren's call. Another month or two and it'll be too cold for the outside, so you'd better get your fill now. Sure, Dad's shoulder ached and Mom's hip was bothering her - but they don't let that stop them from enjoying life and helping out where they can.
That's where I come from. I'm not nearly the neat freak Mom is, and I'll never know as much about fixing things and putting things together as my Dad - but I sure hope I'm as young as they are when I reach 65. None of this going to Florida and saying it is "God's waiting room." Call them blue-collar, call them uneducated because they didn't attend college. But they have more common sense and world-wisdom than all the "educated" people I know put together. Big hearted, tons of common sense, a huge understanding of how things work and how to keep them working. It is such a relief to get back to my roots and be around people I can both understand and respect.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
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