Things are a bit insane around me at the moment, so I have no idea if me and dad are going to be able to enjoy the spring (for ONCE in out lives!!!) or if we’re about to be packed up and sent south (as usual) just as spring gets here and we can plant flowers.
Mom used to growl about that. Every year just as she was going to be able to make the yard look nice, she had to go south for one thing or anotehr and now — it’s happening to dad. :::pounds head on desk:::
We’ll see what happens, but at moment I have no idea if he’s here or being made go to the lower 48 (rather he really wants to or not). Looooong story… not getting into it. Just wish I knew for sure what was going on rather than having dad say “I don’t wanna go south” then being put into position of “Okay… maybe I should go south.” :::pounds head on desk::: And people wonder why I’m stressed so often.
