Started this over a year ago and posted one blog. No more. Did creativity stop? Did schedules rule the day....my forever "to do list" in my head....Maybe all of it.
It was an interesting year. Had just returned from my first Merlefest last year-2013; camping alone and relearned that I can be just fine alone. It was a great lesson after being with my Father as he breathed his last 2/8/13 and losing a relationship with a man that I will no longer call a gentleman, the day after the funeral.....too ugly to revisit and so thankful that it woke me up to yet another situation where I allowed others to control my life far too much.
Spent the past year working on my '69 Shasta Travel Trailer that was really rebuilt since even the frame was rotten from rain leaking in, with a dear friend. My dear friend reframed the whole thing, taught me how to do a few things for myself, laughed at my awkwardness more than was necessary, taught me how beautiful an evening could be watching the multitude of birds that came to his feeders and the deer that came at dusk for their corn, taught me patience and make believe with the elderly is a must just by watching him care for his aging Mother, taught me that family is more important than being right, and kept me right in the spot I came to him in, a dear friend. What a wonderful friend he is and thank you will never cover all that he taught me in that short few months as we worked together and laughed together and a few times as I cried watching how he cared for the woman who brought him into the world and the daughter and son he brought into the world. His relationship with God is private as I learned more about his life: "between he and God". I respected that but was able to talk about my relationship with God without reproach of any kind. He's a private man, a good man, and a great friend. After a lot of sweat and work, got the camper back from his house and my precious son-in-love painted the exterior on July 4th weekend, 2014. He did a fabulous job and I can't wait to finish the inside and hit the bluegrass trail with her. Thanks Steve. I miss our talks but I know we will pick up where we left off just as soon as we see each other again. Your heart taught me so much!!!! You are a forever friend. Most people said they would just cut my losses on the Shasta but not Steve, he said we can do this. We did. Well, he did a lot of it without my help at all.
Other friends helped too. David is working on the wiring. Eddie caulked and did a good bit of the demolition on the inside.
Friendship covers so many levels. I am more than thankful for my friendships and I am so blessed to have so many dear friends. They become your family as your family grows beyond you and moves on with life. Its difficult to grasp the closeness of family when you are young that pulls so far apart as we grow older. Or did in our case. I see some families so close that they are together so much and are so close they can finish each others sentences and laugh together at those secret times when it was only the two or three of them involved in something funny. How blessed they are to have had that closeness. I envy that and wish we had it. We tried to pretend we did for years but I think everyone has given up except maybe my sister-in-love, Kelly, who always tries to pull us together. Thank you Kelly for your efforts and work to that end. We are difficult to corral for long.....Mustangs.....that's what we are Mustangs.........
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