Yep I went to my hometown of Erie PA as you can see by the photo.
My Dad's therapy is helping but this week we will learn if he will have the surgery or just a shot to help with the pain. The aqua therapy is actually helping but he is still in constant pain and he can't sit or lay and he just walks around the house in circles with his walker.
Dad is so tiny it freaks me out. This big robust man is tiny, frail and oh so skinny. He is down to 112lbs or less my Mom said. (Shit I want to be 112lbs!)
But he still likes his wine. He had wine all weekend. (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree here does it?)
He said wine was better than those damn pills they give him. So no matter how much pain he is in he refuses to take his vicodin. Not going to change the spots of a soon to be 86 year old.
I figure if you live to that age you should be able to do what ever the hell you want.
And we all know he sure does.
My niece had homecoming while we were home and I cropped this pic of Dad and my step mom to not splash the date of my niece all over the internet since I didn't ask him.
Dad is standing here without his walker. He doesn't look too badly here. His pants are so big on him and we teased him because somehow the old coot has lost his ass. So we were joking around with him about that. I told him it was no wonder he couldn't sit comfortably he has no ass for Pete's sake. He can still give as good as he gets. So that was fun. But he forgets so much and I try not to be saddened by it and just play along. He kept hugging me and kissing me and telling me he loves me. I asked him if he knew who I was and he slapped my arm and said, "yes you are my oldest pain in the ass" So he knew. :-)
We had the most glorious weather up there. It was the same as down here which is very odd. We were expecting all the fall colors of deep red sugar maples etc. But it was green. Trust me folks when I tell you that is very odd for late September/October to be in the 70's and so green. Good for them. They will pay for it in snow soon enough.
Rick and I went into my parents basement at 9am Saturday and didn't finish until 6ish.
Rick scraped the basement walls from peeling water sealant. Then dusted it all down.
Holy cobwebs. We swept that all up and then began the process of resealing.
The fumes were killer!! We then proceeded to waterproof their basement.
Rick never left until finished. I got to go upstairs and breath fresh air a few times and fetch him some water etc. The basement was so hot and humid. Their dehumidifier was broken.
It was like the Amazon down there. I had water dripping down my head down my shirt.
It was so much fun. I forgot my knee pads and Rick's wouldn't stay on me so I was kneeling on concrete and it was painful after a few hours. (I always get stuck doing the low areas 'cause I'm the short one) So then I just did it all while squatting OMG.
My inner thighs and ass cheeks are in pain!! It's like doing squats for 7 hours.
My mom is a bit of a hoarder so we helped her purge all this stuff from the basement.
We have got to get them ready to down size. This house is over 3,000 sq ft.
They do not need this big of a home yet they just won't sell.
My mom is only 71 but she is having a hard time keeping up with the house work. They have so many things falling apart. Rick worked on a few things. We need a month up there to get things going.
My sister came and thankfully helped us help her purge.
We had a pile for the City Mission to pick up. We had a pile to go to the curb.
Bed Frames/Headboards, toys and a pleathora of shit that she has saved. She had a whole lot of barbie dolls, bratz dolls, fisher price toys etc. She kept saying the girls may want these for their kids. By the girls she means her grandchildren. No. So since my niece was home from college for the weekend I brought her downstairs to dispel this notion from my mothers head.
I held up the one box of fisher price "crap" and said, "Alex do you think you'll want these for your kids someday?" She said, "NO, why? They will be so old, No."
I said then tell Grandma. Mom was coming around the corner and said, "Okay I heard her then give them to the city mission." But it kills her to toss anything!
She has hoarding tendencies in that basement!
She opened a cabinet that was downstairs and it had coats of my Grandmothers for heaven's sake. What the hell? My Grandmother died a very long time ago.
When I said, "Why are you keeping these?"
She responded with, "Well this cashmere coat is beautiful and I can't throw it out"
Okay then give it away. She tried it on instead. It was HUGE on her. I said, "put it in the pile, let it go." But she didn't. She hung it back up. I told her we were going to have her on the show hoarders if she didn't stop this. She stuck her tongue out at me.
She also had my cheer-leading letter jacket hung in that closest. OMG!
I graduated in 1974 and she still had that damn thing. I tried it on.
Now that was depressing. I thought I was so fat back then.
They had to get me a special cheer-leading sweater and that so embarrassed me.
Then I had to have the sweater made smaller in the body by the home ec teacher.
I had my niece try the jacket on who is a size 6 and it was too small for her.
My mother said, "See and you thought you were fat but it was only those damn boobs"
That made me laugh.
Yea, I wish as I was the size when I thought I was so fat.
I threw away the jacket. Which of course made my mom squeal and her head almost exploded.
She hates that I don't hold that kind of stuff in a strong sentimental way.
I loved looking at it. It was a fun memory. But I have pictures and my memories of it all.
I don't need the coat to add to more shit in my house.
I am not exactly going to wear it for heaven's sake.
So it will sit here until I die in the back of a closet for what reason?
I told her that my memories were enough and that when I can't remember them anymore I surely won't remember having this coat either if I see it. She was still not happy with me.
Friday we arrived a bit earlier than anyone was home from work so we met our friend Katie at the beach and took a walk on a nature trail.
I was so bummed that there were no colors so when I saw one I took a picture of it.There are benches along the way. I imagine if you get tired and need to rest? Anyhoo, here is Rick being an a goof ball and making Katie laugh. There is another picture but I actually can't post it here. Bad Rick, dirty bad Rick.
This one made me laugh below. I was lagging behind and when we got to the water Katie was walking on rocks in the water. But it looks like she's a guy peeing doesn't it? I had to stop and capture that because I am just mean like that.
There was a sign that said, photo of lighthouse from waters edge. You could barely see it. The house is hidden. I used to tell my parents when I was little that I wanted to live there.
I have always loved this place. My father would tell me that I could only live there if I worked. That would never deter me.
We met this couple with 3 dogs in the very first photo who live around here in Fairfax VA.
The man was from my hometown as well. They were home visiting and enjoying the beach. We chatted how much we love this 11 miles of beach, trails and water and all there is to do. He loved that his dogs could swim. I have wanted to leave my hometown since I was 7 years old but this place calms me. I so love it. Both Rick and I find solace and peace waves over us there. I find it sad that so many people who live there never go there and enjoy all it has to offer.
We didn't chat with these folks below. They were brave and put their toes in the water. I was not that brave... only a hand.
This was by accident below but I think it shows that the water isn't gross like everyone thinks of when you tell them you are swimming in Lake Erie. Cold as hell right now but it's not as gross as most think.
This photo looks cold to me. You can just see it isn't summer any longer.
70 degrees but a crispness in the air.
One of the deserted beaches so it's a good place to end.