Walking Valentine

I just have to document this wonderfully optimistic woman before I forget the conversation I had with her.  It's Richard's mom Paula.  And my sister Esh refers to her as a "walking valentine" as she is so full of love and happiness and support.  She never has a bad word to say about anyone or anything.  She sees the sun through every cloud.

Richard and I phoned Paula from the mosquito infested yard this past weekend....our first night actually staying at home.  I, half cocked just trying to cope with what was my destiny, actually found some humor in the whole situation so when I talked with Paula, was very light hearted about it all.  And picking up on my que she exclaimed nothing but happiness for us.

I told her while we didn't have a toilet, we at least had the next door neighbor's port-a-potty while their house was being constructed.  "Ohhh.  That's great.  So convenient,"  Paula said.   I didn't tell her I actually preferred the plastic lined cement bucket or hanging my butt over the edge of the deck.

We have no shower to clean the insect repellent from our bodies before bed I told her.  "Ya know what you can do....You must have a garden hose.  Richard can hold a towel up for you for privacy and you can shower and then you can do the same for him."

We put a utility sink down cellar and we can actually brush our teeth at night.  "See how things are coming along"?

We have 30 cans of paint we have to get rid of by emptying the paint and drying it all out before dumping it.  "You could take those cans to the paint store and see if they can tint them or make another color for you that you might like to use."

I slept well that night. Except when I got up to use the bucket and tripped over Richard's tools and skinned my knee like a child.  Thank God my head didn't go through the mirror that was sitting right there.