What do gallivanters do when the gallivanting is over?
Is it actually possible to be a gallivanter and have time to rest?
Should I consider changing the name of my blog to something different to accommodate the word, "rest"?
Perhaps......but I don't have time to figure that out now. I'm busy catching up with all that went the wayside while I was out gallivanting in Scotland.
But the stack of mail, heaps of laundry, and nearly bare-boned cupboards and fridge, didn't keep me from heading out with Marty yesterday for a wonderful day in Mechanicsburg to catch up with some west coast relatives whom we only get to see about once a year.
No....Marty and his brother are not twins. They are nearly 8 years apart......but it certainly isn't too difficult to see that they are related, is it?
The family was in town to help my sister-in-law's parents downsize their living arrangements. We met them at the "old" house, on Main Street in Mechanicsburg.
I had been in that house many years ago, when these parents hosted the rehearsal dinner in their home for this couple's nuptials. But, somehow, with all of the festivities, I hadn't really noticed the 19th century elegance and charm of this house.
The house was built in 1864 in the Greek Revival style, and the interior maintains much of the original aura of that time period. As I walked from room to room, I couldn't help but feel sad that this family had to give up this gem of a home. But the beautiful staircase led up to two more levels, for a total of 13 liveable rooms, and the size of the house had become way too much for these elderly owners.
In the practical sense, it was obvious why they had to sell, but emotionally, I could see why it would be so difficult. This house had a welcoming presence about it. As my brother-in-law listed off all of the negatives: no air conditioning, radiator heating, mainstreet traffic noise, a train line running near the backyard, I wanted to defend the house: Beautiful molding,
wooden floors in excellent condition, impeccable wallpaper that complimented the style of the house,
as well as an awesome stair railing, unique lighting, and convenient walking distance into the town center. But, let's face it, we weren't there to dwell on the possible future of this place.
Despite much of the furniture having already been moved, there was still plenty more to do, and we were there to help out as much as we could, while attempting to catch up on each other's lives in the process.
The temps rose into the 90's, but we still managed to stay relatively cool as we loaded boxes and containers into the van to drive them the few miles to the "new" house. And, in the process of packing and unpacking, and attempting to organize, we had a great time.
We took a break for lunch at a lovely Greek Restaurant (within walking distance of the "old" house), where we sat outside and shared stories and photos.
And, in the evening, Marty and I treated the teens to dinner, giving them a much needed break and a little fun for the day.
Is it actually possible to be a gallivanter and have time to rest?
Should I consider changing the name of my blog to something different to accommodate the word, "rest"?
Perhaps......but I don't have time to figure that out now. I'm busy catching up with all that went the wayside while I was out gallivanting in Scotland.
But the stack of mail, heaps of laundry, and nearly bare-boned cupboards and fridge, didn't keep me from heading out with Marty yesterday for a wonderful day in Mechanicsburg to catch up with some west coast relatives whom we only get to see about once a year.
No....Marty and his brother are not twins. They are nearly 8 years apart......but it certainly isn't too difficult to see that they are related, is it?
The family was in town to help my sister-in-law's parents downsize their living arrangements. We met them at the "old" house, on Main Street in Mechanicsburg.
I had been in that house many years ago, when these parents hosted the rehearsal dinner in their home for this couple's nuptials. But, somehow, with all of the festivities, I hadn't really noticed the 19th century elegance and charm of this house.
The house was built in 1864 in the Greek Revival style, and the interior maintains much of the original aura of that time period. As I walked from room to room, I couldn't help but feel sad that this family had to give up this gem of a home. But the beautiful staircase led up to two more levels, for a total of 13 liveable rooms, and the size of the house had become way too much for these elderly owners.
In the practical sense, it was obvious why they had to sell, but emotionally, I could see why it would be so difficult. This house had a welcoming presence about it. As my brother-in-law listed off all of the negatives: no air conditioning, radiator heating, mainstreet traffic noise, a train line running near the backyard, I wanted to defend the house: Beautiful molding,
Despite much of the furniture having already been moved, there was still plenty more to do, and we were there to help out as much as we could, while attempting to catch up on each other's lives in the process.
The temps rose into the 90's, but we still managed to stay relatively cool as we loaded boxes and containers into the van to drive them the few miles to the "new" house. And, in the process of packing and unpacking, and attempting to organize, we had a great time.
We took a break for lunch at a lovely Greek Restaurant (within walking distance of the "old" house), where we sat outside and shared stories and photos.
And, in the evening, Marty and I treated the teens to dinner, giving them a much needed break and a little fun for the day.
I'll admit that we hadn't planned on meeting up this way. But, sometimes last minute plans are the best, as it certainly was in this case.
I'm just glad that this gallivanting geismom had the stamina to pull it off.
Until next time........(which may be tomorrow.....who knows?)
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