Vince had always hoped to move back to Georgia when he retired. I didn’t mind Georgia and in the early years of our marriage, figured that’s where we would end up. We went there every year for a week in the spring and a week in the fall for probably the first six or seven years we were married. We would rent cabins in north Georgia but then as more and more people moved to that area from Atlanta, it began to get more crowded than Vince liked, then I developed my fear of bridges and for one reason or another, Vince decided going back to Georgia wasn’t really what he wanted to do.
If our retirement location had been left up to him, I’m not even sure where we would have ended up. He liked northwest Arkansas and I agreed to that because in the areas he liked, we would have been about 3-1/2 hours from Chad. I think towards the end, his idea was just get somewhere and get it over with. I did feel bad that we didn’t end up where he wanted to end up, but he keeps assuring me that he’s happy here and he feels like this is a good place for us.
Yesterday when we were out, I was going on and on about how pretty it is here. Green grass. Blue sky. Lots of blooms – flowers, trees, weeds. Rain. Snow. Thunder. Chad. Nicole. Addie. What more could I ask for but still, I want Vince to be happy. While I was going on about how pretty it is here, he said “The area, the natural beauty, the climate . . it all reminds me so much of north Georgia.” That made me feel good that he’s comparing this area to where he had hoped to retire.
I love the rock they’ve cut through for the highway. There are many areas where we see beautiful rock outcroppings.
I love the sky with the fluffy clouds.
I’m so happy here. Of course, I wouldn’t admit it if I wasn’t! Can you imagine if I said to Vince . . I’m not really happy living here. Oh, my . . I think he would say “too bad” but he would probably have me committed after all the years I begged to come back here.
I will say that something . . whether it’s pollen or dust or Boots . . I am sneezing like a crazy woman and my eyes are watering and itching. My pockets are stuffed with tissues, my purse is stuffed with tissues. There are boxes of tissues within reach of about ever spot in this house. I’m taking zyrtec and using Flonase. I suppose it’s helping but I’d hate to see how bad it would be if I weren’t taking those.
Oh well . . I’m in Missouri and that’s what matters.
Speaking of being here, Nicole was telling me yesterday that Addie likes getting smoothies at some place there for breakfast but they don’t have time to do it before school. She said she told Addie they would get one this weekend. Addie said “Weekend? Did you forget that I go to Granny’s on weekends?” So, I guess we’re getting her again this weekend! Makes me happy!