I love having my sister around. We can just look at each other and know what the other is thinking. Often this leads to bursts of laughter. It also means that I can take time off with Mom. I'm still with her, but I let Kathy do the "handling" part. I don't mind doing things for Mom, but sometimes it is nice to hand that part to someone else.
On Saturday afternoon we had a little time to kill, so Kathy and I drove down into Tanglewood Hallow where we used to live. My parents had one of the first houses built in that area, which was/is a really nice neighborhood. Mom and Dad bought the house when I was a junior in high school. It was in the process of being built, so we picked out all the carpet, wallpaper, tile, etc. Remember that it was the 70's. Mom let me choose the carpet for my bedroom and the wallpaper for my bath as well as the tile. I chose a light yellow carpet - I had pink furniture with some lime green thrown in. For the bathroom, I chose yellow tile (apparently) and wild pink floral wall paper. And I painted similar flowers on the toilet. Hey, I was 17 and it was the 70's. Mom and dad sold that house after I went off to college - forty years ago. I've often remarked that Dad should have kept that house, because it would be worth $200,000 easily now. It is still a very nice neighborhood.
So, as we drove around the neighborhood to the old house, it turned out that there was a garage sale going on at our old house. Kathy and I stopped to visit the folks and see the old house. The house was not looking great. The yard was overgrown and not fixed up very well. The garage doors were sagging and in need of paint. We stood in the driveway talking to a young 20-something girl. In the conversation we learn that the house still has some of the same wallpaper that we had chosen and still had the flowers I painted on the toilet seat. OMG! That was 40+ years ago! The girl mentioned the "hideous yellow tile" in my old bathroom. I don't really remember the tile, but I'm sure it was lovely back then :) Through more conversation, we discover that the girl, her daughter, her mother, and her grandmother all live there. I don't know about any men, but that is four generations living in one house. It's a little odd for that neighborhood. When Kathy and I got in our car to leave, we were thinking the same thing. Lots of laughter here. Our old house is not worth $200,000 as we thought. Good thing Mom and Dad sold it after all. Or was it?
Here is my World Watercolor Group painting for Sept. 13 prompt was cocktail
Sept. 14 my choiceI also did this red bud painting in a pastel, because I wanted to try it
Sept. 15 prompt was waves
Sept 17 prompt was recreational vehicle
Sept 18 prompt was canoe