On Sunday afternoon, Aunt Reta and I drove to town and watched Everett unpack and wash his dishes and find places to put them.
I turned the furnace on for Reta, who sat at the kitchen table all bundled up even though the sun was streaming warmly into the window.
We joked about the enjoyment of watching Everett work. Then we hung curtains in the livingroom for him.
Today we're off to Margo for lunch, and then Reta wants to spend the afternoon playing cards at the seniors' centre. I think I'm up for that; something different, and it's always a pleasure to visit with the ladies.
rites of passage - two kinds.
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