Follow the yellow brick road.
I do so love this movie. It always brings back those childhood memories. It also reminds me of that friend who doesn’t want to hear about the flying monkeys.
As the movie plays, I consider today. My son had called me early wondering if I were up and if I would do something for him. He was running late this morning and didn’t get breakfast, would I go pick something up for him? I told him I had to get dressed but yes, I would. Only I took too long and as I was heading out the door he called and said ‘never mind’. Things had picked up and he wouldn’t have time to eat. Since I was dressed and ready to go out, I called mom and asked if she needed to go to the big box store. By the sound of her voice, I thought she was going to attempt to jump through the phone.
We got there and we shopped. In an attempt to not spend too long in the store, I hurried. Which means I forgot stuff. Which means I have to go back. But, mom got what she needed and that’s what matters. My son also called asking if I would bring him a drink. I got two for him, a regular flavor and one of the varieties. Taking it by his work I handed him the regular flavor first, he was happy but slightly disappointed until I gave him the variety. Sneaky mom moment.
After I got my own mother home, I made my way home and carried everything inside. Before I let the dogs back outside, I decided to get some firewood. Using what was left of the old wagon I brought a load down. I carried part of that inside and let the dogs outside. I then carried in the parts of the new cart, planning on trying to put it together. Only I couldn’t find the tools I would need. Other than a screwdriver, I did find that. I don’t recall using it once. That meant I had to wait for my son.
When he got home, he helped me put the new cart together. He showed me what to do and let me do all that I could. There were parts that he did, but he also explained and walked away leaving me to figure it out and do the best I could. Finally it was together but for the sides. I left them off so I can use the cart to carry the boxes of Christmas decorations down to the house at some point this coming week.
Once the cart was together, I began to check our strands of Christmas lights. I’m still trying to figure out how light strands can go bad while stored. But apparently several of them did. One doesn’t work at all. Maybe its just a fuse, I’ll check that tomorrow. One had only red lights working. One had an entire section that didn’t work while the rest did. I do hope that I can get this figured out and enough strands working. We have had lights on the house for as long as we’ve lived here. I made a point to continue that after my husband died. It was one of the things we had always done and that I did not want to give up on. It was part of our normal, what was- what is- and what will be as long as I am able. There is supposed to be a couple of almost warm days this week, so if I can get the lights working, I can attempt to get them on the house as well. As soon as I get the ladder back up here.
Today, I helped my mother get out of the house for a while and get a few items she needed. My son helped me get that garden cart together. A very old movie is helping remind me of childhood memories. Simple, simple things that do make a big difference. And Dorothy was right, “There’s no place like home”.