Home, with party hats!

21 Sep

Home; I could stop writing now and most of you could relate to the emotions the word carries, but when it comes to words and emotions, I’m no minimalist.  Currently home is a small rental nestled deep in the flat plains in the expansive outreaches of southwest Texas, just on the cusp of the legendary Texas Hill Country; but to imply this particular house is responsible for evoking a sense of home within my heart is like saying birds like trees. The implication is far too general, yet oddly, too specific to authentically represent the complexities of absolute truth.

1103 24thwelcome to our world

front walkwayyard 3yard 1passion flower

I could play word-games by saying things like I’m in a transitioning phase, or have entered yet another level of self-discovery, or I’ve fully embraced the autumn of life, or even; I didn’t move back to Texas to die, I moved here to live, and, actually, each cute little quip would be true.  But truer yet is the fact that I’ve simply taken another mindful step in the natural progression of life.

Make no mistake; time is rushing past like a fastidious parade and one can either pretend to sit on the sidelines or concede that, in deed, he is responsible for the chaos and beauty of his own life. It’s not particularly why or how something begins, but how it is handled that builds character. I never forget that.

So I’m back in my home state, MIA only a few years although it felt much longer.  I’m resettling into myself, slipping back into my slow, southern drawl, stretching each vowel till it dissolves in complete silence in a natural death.  I’ve reconnected with the chicken-fried steak and sunsets that absolutely blow my mind.

chicken fried steak


I’m rising with the sun but maintaining night owl habits. I seem to need less sleep and am filling with energy.

Routine and consistency juxtapose spontaneous activity as Richard and I split time between two worlds, ours and our daughter, Billie, her husband, Brian, and two grandchildren who live down the street.  Their zest for life keeps us on our toes as we dash with renewed vigor in an attempt to share every minute offered.

Tonight we are attending an official birthday party for their dog, Maggie, and their cat, Bella.  Fig, our precious canine, is on the guest list, as is Loki, our mischievous scoundrel of a cat, who seems to have already made plans for the night.  Fig, however, never misses the opportunity to party.

dog in party hat

Although homemade doggie treats are on the birthday kiddies menu, I’m not sure what ours consist of, most likely not chicken fried steak; none-the-less, gifts and party hats have been purchased, the punch bowl has been removed from dizzying heights of ancient kitchen cabinets and prepared to receive a ginger-aide and fruit juice concoction guaranteed to curl chest hair.

In the process of down-sizing, we’ve unearthed pure gold. It hasn’t been an easy process.  Selling a home, packing and moving is a real challenge at any age but at 65 it’s a real stinker!  Our children live in Texas.  I was born and raised here; Richard was a Texan at heart who woke every morning to the reality of New Jersey.  When he first moved to Texas in 2006, he said he had realized a life long dream.

Against all odds, Richard and I found one another and built a good life together.  Now we are home again and it’s another beautiful day in paradise. And we absolutely plan on enjoying it!

rick and bev summer 2014


6 Responses to “Home, with party hats!”

  1. Claudia Anderson September 21, 2014 at 6:01 pm #

    Beautiful sunsets? Chicken fried steak? Grandbabies? Husband? Vistas? Welcome home, dear friend…

    • ittymac September 21, 2014 at 7:51 pm #

      There’s no place like home, Claudia. ❤️

  2. 2ndhalfolife September 21, 2014 at 7:17 pm #

    Oh man, my eyes are filling with tears. I am so happy for you two. Enjoy EVERYthing: the kids, the grandkids, the sunsets, the food, the warm weather, going home! You sound so wonderful my dear bloggy friend. Sending lots of love and electronic hugs. xxoo

    • ittymac September 21, 2014 at 7:52 pm #

      It’s a complete reversal of reality, Ams! I’m living my dream!

  3. theempathyqueen September 22, 2014 at 8:42 am #

    Sweetie, I am so glad to see you are writing again (or posting anyway, I don’t doubt that you are still writing). A big move is deeply unsettling at any age and reassessing our realities is not for sissies. But I am glad that you have family nearby. You and your darling look content and beautiful together. Wishing you all the very best of everything!

    • ittymac September 22, 2014 at 8:55 am #

      As always sweet friend, thank you for your encouraging words of support.

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