“The RoseBouquet”

Summer brings all kinds of unusual experiences doesn’t it? I’ve often said that when I can’t take time for a vacation, vacations come to me in the form of visitors. That is always a great treat for me. And yes, it costs me a bit of effort, but I make time for them.

On Saturday a third cousin of mine who lives in England came by for lunch and a visit until after 3 pm. That was nice, but I sure did hustle a bit to get my baking and housecleaning done before she arrived.

This week Friday my uncle and aunt from Castor, Alberta, are coming to visit. They will stay until Sunday morning. Although my uncle is legally blind, I’m sure he’ll offer to help around the house and yard, and so I’m making a list of little projects we can work on. My regular schedule will have to be set aside.

I was wondering how I would provide beds for them, as I have only one single bed myself, but I prepared some foam mats on Saturday after Sandra left, and yesterday my neighbours offered to let me use their camper as a guest house, so I’m sure I’ll be able to host them comfortably.

Yesterday was a rather unusual day, in that I made a housecall to help a client with her laptop computer that has been giving her problems. We stayed at it until 1 pm. Then I called my friend Shirley, and spent lunch time with her. I didn’t get to the office until 2 pm.

When I got home, as I mentioned above, a stranger came to help me get rid of the fallen tree branch.

Then I phoned Charlie again to check on Connie, only to learn that Connie passed away at 3 am on Sunday morning. I find myself missing her today, even though I know she is safely in Heaven, and enjoying some closeup looks at angels. Angel stories always fascinated her. I’m also wondering what kind of things I can do to encourage Charlie. He’s rather distraught and feeling helpless. He himself had been a patient in hospital a few days as they discovered he is diabetic. I find myself missing Connie today, but Charlie is used to leaning on Connie for decision-making, and he needs some encouragement.

When finished here, I want to see if I can find a copy of Connie’s mailing list and notify her internet friends since Charlie knows nothing but nothing about sending emails.

I have also inherited her website, and will have to see about looking after it.