Living in a generation-gap household -- again

 

         It just so happens that middle-age (daughter) and old-age (me) are living together in my house. Kid Billy, now 33, had hied from here to Hot Springs to Phoenix where he now has lived for two years. He’s just graduated from massage therapy classes. 

        No, this time it’s his mother. She’s moved back “home” (though this was never her home, per se) to the back room that’s always been “the boys” bedroom, except for the short time Grandma Flossie dwelt there on her journey to Heaven. The room has two windows opening to the screened-in-but-later-paneled back porch. An air conditioner covers part of one window. Sheer curtain panels cover the other. It was outfitted as a guest room.      

       The closet, always a repository of everything imaginable is still used thusly. Equipped only with a rod of horizontally hung crown molding, I’d begun using it as hanging storage for winter clothes.

                The room contains a twin-sized bed, two dressers, one with a mirror, Mom’s old pink recliner, a large container of Billy’s books and assorted other “stuff” from his era. Plus, extra bedding and pillows.

A large table lamp sits on a dresser, and, along with the ceiling light-fan, there’s enough light to read by or to work crossword puzzles. The AC is on 24/7.

                We both have writing/working stations on the dining-room table, and she has a living-room space on the sofa where there’s a lamp/table beside one end. Her “work” project, she set for herself, and I agreed, is to keep the gray gravel driveway free of grass--Bermuda, bitter weeds, clover and other types, that the $800+ overlay doesn’t keep out. BTW, that deal was as close to a scam as I’ve ever gotten, or it may have been a scam: a thin overlay of “road base” tiny granite granules rather than the small white gravel that I expected. However, I didn’t ask the young man what he was covering the driveway with, so it’s partly my fault. But I digress.

                Daughter and I agreed to eat morning and noon meals on our own, then take turns preparing a sit-down supper.  My Benton sister shared a tater-tot casserole that was good for two nights, and I stirred together a Mexicali Chicken dish, also good for two nights. I’ll probably use what’s left and make soup. One night’s meal was mac-and-cheese. A fruit jello from earlier was dessert. With vanilla Oreos.

                So far, so good.

 

               

 

 

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