We have had a quiet weekend, devoid of any real excitement.It has been very humid, although not too hot. The humidity has made it feel much hotter.
I spent a couple of hours yesterday and a couple of hours today going through the stuff in Alesia's room, giving away most of her clothes, and just putting the most personal possessions in several boxes. She had a lot of stuff squirrelled away.
At one point, Michael was handing down things from the top of her closet, and an empty beer can fell out. I thought I had located all the empties right after she left in 2011 but occasionally one still surprises me.
I still need to spend some time in there, and weed out books and papers, in preparation for a visit from Lesleigh later this month. Alesia has not been home in more than two years, so it's time to let go, and start thinking of it as "the guest room." It's still sad. I look at each thing and think of her, and think of all the love and care that went into getting her here from Russia, and trying to surround her with love and good things, and then I'm reminded that she couldn't wait to get away after she turned 18.
Enough of that.
My goal for the month of July is to get my house much better organized, and get things cleaned out as much as possible. Maybe it's foolish to attempt that during an Atlanta summer, but since I am not working full-time right now, I figure this is the time to get it done.
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Colton came over and spent the night last night, and hung out with Michael during the day today. His folks are out of town. He is so much like a little brother to Michael. He is, in fact, nearly two years younger. Right now he is lagging behind Michael a lot when it comes to maturity, but I told Mike to be patient. He will catch up.
My best friend growing up was about 18 months older than me and there were times when we were out of sync, but we kept being friends. I got on her nerves sometimes, but we got past it. We are still in touch today, and try to see each other when possible.
Mother and I watched a classic movie I had never seen, High Society, starring Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Grace Kelly. It's only the third movie of hers I have ever seen, after To Catch A Thief, and Rear Window. She was a better actress than she got credit for.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother was constantly saying "You are just beautiful, you have that beautiful high forehead, just like Princess Grace!" I had no idea who she was talking about but I took as a compliment.
Years later when I finally got a look at Grace Kelly I thought wow, the forehead is the only resemblance. Otherwise nada. Maybe Mamaw was nipping at the Harvey's Bristol Cream...
Me at age 7, when I heard a lot of "Grace Kelly" comparisons.... I would've liked her wardrobe for my Barbie..
she was a drop-dead gorgeous one, wasn't she??
