Grape Jam
Just dropping you a line because I have a minute. Nothing is happening here, except spring, which is nice. But you know how NE Ohio spring is -- 50 and rainy one day 80 and hot then next. Not much new going on in the yard, though I got a tarragon plant. It reminds me of Poppop. And a new daylily -- pink cotton candy is its name. And of course the yellow raspberries. The grapes are rebounding -- Daddy and I didn't kill them after all. This is a grape jam year. For some reason, it is hard to find in the stores -- all you can find is grape jelly.
Grampa is in the VA long term facility in Brecksville, which isn't up to Gramma's standards, but seems clean. I haven't been there yet, but Daddy has been to visit with Gramma. Poor Grampa wants to go home and calls Gramma and begs her to take him home. It is breaking her heart to leave him there, but she realizes that until her back heals some more, she really can't take care of him herself. Daddy and Gramma are going to a care meeting on Thursday to hear what therapies they have outlined for Grampa, so we will know more then.
Mensch is back and getting acclimated to life at home as well as the US. We are all adjusting just fine, so far. He and Daddy both start credit classes next Monday and I think they both have evening classes, so I might have the house to myself. Don't know what I'll do with it, but I'll be there. Actually, if you ask either of them, they'll say that I won't be there. It seems like I have a meeting or class almost every night of the week. And they would be right. I keep committing to things, thinking, 'it's only one night a month', but all those one nights add up very quickly.
It's kind of funny. Mendon asked if we were giving him space, and I replied that I didn't think we were doing it consciously, just that we were busy living our lives.
I hope you are all well.