Ticktock of Time’s Alligator and No Tinkerbell Insight
Hello, my San Saba loves, and what interesting things have happened in your life since last we spoke? Do you feel rejuvenated, ready to flower into spring, or flourish and grow like a sapling reaching to the sky? I do so hope your week was good, whatever life brought you.
So much has happened at the Schulz house, too much if you ask this writer. Yes, we had another visit from EMS, and yes, Harold fell out of his wheelchair despite my trying to use my entire body and every ounce of strength I possessed to keep him from doing so. Luckily, he was not injured but sprawled on the floor once again with no hopes for assistance from me. Unfortunately, it happened before our sons arrived to whisk us away for the weekend as their trip here took them a record seven hours due to traffic.
Speaking of our sons, we had the best weekend with Shawn, his wife, Minna, our son, Tony, and the new man in my life, Shawn’s dog, Brodie. Shawn rented Leaning Oaks, owned by the Alamo Pecan family, and what a lovely place! It was so peaceful, deer everywhere, and besides the gunshots I am sure were meant for feral hogs, it was a magnificent, restful, relaxing weekend. It was so touching to see the boys pick Harold up to put him to bed, Shawn feeding him, and yet terribly sad. When we got home and they came out of his room, both boys were in tears.
I find clichés running through my mind, ‘this too shall pass, all good things must come to an end, etc.’ The last one has hit home in a poignant way as we are moving back to the coast to be near Shawn. Yep, my loves, it is time. I already have someone to buy our house, am going to have a lawyer draw up a contract as I am so out of practice, going to sell my car, taking very little with us, already found a great apartment complex in League City and are pretty much set. We would be right down the road from Shawn; he could be there every day, as he works from home, and would not worry nearly as much. Harold always said he would never move back to the coast, but here is another cliché - never say never. San Saba has been more than home for the past 16 years, it has been my heart. I put the entirety of myself into volunteering, cooking, and helping wherever and whenever needed. I was totally in love, and I still am in love, but circumstances have changed. It isn’t about me or what I can or want to do anymore. I cannot imagine not talking to you guys, so don’t go counting on my silence just yet. I love you, my San Saba family, and I am ever so grateful for you. And thank you for being.