Who was it that coined that phrase? Bittersweet was my 220 mile round trip today. First off to the bank to finish closing out my accounts there, then down to the gas station to fill up the car. On down the street to my old beauty parlor. Sherri that I trained from her graduation from beauty school to cut my hair exactly as I like it was on vacation. Sitting in one of the chairs was the librarian who was crabby most of the time. You would have thought we were bosom buddies the way she gushed over me. First words out of her mouth was my gosh, you have lost so much weight. Then on down to the pharmacy where my friend Sandi works so that I could give her a hug.
Then on down to drive past my old home, thus the phrase, you can never go home again. The yard was filled with weeds and clover, my perennials were overrun with weeds. Below you will see a picture of the area where Jim and I had our garden.
Actually made me sick because I took such pride in my flowers and yard. I can’t wait now for the beans to start falling for them. ;-) I hope the tree has bumper crop. Enough of that.
Marcia and I went on to the cemetery. There were several flower arrangements that weren’t there when I moved in April. This means a couple of my friends have taken flowers there for me. We cleaned that all up and put the new flowers there.
Then on 10 miles south to the credit union where I closed some accounts and made arrangements to transfer some IRAS. Then to Arbys for a sandwich and back home here where I went to the credit union to establish a new account.
All in all it has been a very tiring, somewhat sad, day.