Well that was easy

Hello to everybody and the blog.
Today was the last time I will ever go to Cirby Creek, not missing
the place one bit. Today was moving day for the green house that
Cowboy and Brian and Dad placed up on horses back in June so it could
be moved to the new house now. Thanks guys, it worked almost
perfectly. With the greenhouse already up three feet in the air all
Dad did was string a come-along between two trees, hoist the front of
the structure even higher, remove the sawhorse and I backed the
borrowed flatbed trailer under the unit. Pulling out the rear support
was a bit more fun but it all went very smoothly. Dad had designed an
ingenious tie down system and we were on our way back to the lake.

Oh did I mention that we had a blow out on Dad's truck on the way
across the valley? The right rear tire blew, never buy Goodyear or
Bridgestone, waste of time and money. These are the same tires that
Dad has previously had one blow out and one other tread separation
with. No problem today, changed a tire on the side of the road while
Mom stood on the shoulder and complained about the cars whizzing by.

So we head back to the lake and Dad is driving pretty fast pulling
this greenhouse and we converted it from a garage into a carport. All
the panels from the front of the unit popped out, into the trailer
and we got stopped before any of them slid off into the street.
Turned out that about 50 mph was about the upper limit for the three
hour drive back to the lake. And I should mention here that Dad is a
one track mind kind of guy, no bottles of water on board, no plans
for food stops, no plan but going to get the green house. He is still
an ox, we went all day with nothing. I grabbed a soda at a gas stop
and that was it all day. Even Mom did not complain; of course she can
no longer tell time so if you don't tell her it is food time she
doesn't seem to mind.

Regarding Mom...

Dad appreciates the phone calls from family, he says it helps him
feel like he is not all alone. Mom can string some of the most
interesting thoughts together, each individual thought is
interesting, but together they tend not to make much sense. Naturally
I told her again that her mother is dead, her dad also. She complains
that no one (DAD) kept her informed of such things and she wishes we
would keep her more up to date on such important happenings. She was
pretty upset about the hauling of the green house which she did not
understand. She threw a little fit when we were ready to head home,
she refused to get into the truck until we all agreed with her that
we should unhook the trailer and leave it all behind..... She has
completely lost the ability to "filter" her thoughts so if you want
to know just what Mom feels on a subject now might be the time to
ask... she has an opinion on just about everything, it is just that
they no longer make any sense.

So heading home, she asked me if I knew about the "Picture"? Dad had
mentioned pictures and Mom to me before so I had a pretty good idea
what was coming. She said she had some pictures at home that she
liked to "talk" to but she was always disappointed that "they" would
never respond to her. Naturally I asked several questions to learn
more about her and the pictures, who is in the picture? She did not
know. What would she tell them? Various things, news items,
happenings in the day, that sort of thing. But she continued to want
to share her concern with me that the people in the picture (who she
did not know) would not respond to her. She said she thought "maybe
they were shy around other people." Stupid me I pointed out that
pictures were not "real" people and they could not talk. So she said,
"Oh, so they don't talk to you either..." (well that was a big help)
So we get back to the lake and it is still on her mind, she wants to
show me the pictures over by the piano. She points to the pictures
and I ask her who they are, she gets just a bit indignant and says,
"well that one is you and Linda and the other one is Brian and
Brenda..." And then she went on to identify Bo and Mark in small
pictures. So go figure.

I am truly glad I spent the day with Mom and Dad. I made a cottage
cheese loaf to take with me and they both devoured it for supper. I
think right now they are both tired of Dad's cooking. I know he is
tired of cooking. I intend to take some sort of food each time I visit.