I only open my mouth to change feet. Ever feel that way? A dozen words. Spoken while tired. Spoken without thinking. Spoken while grieving. They caused some hurt feelings which in turn caused a lashing out which caused my feelings to be hurt as well.

I have been so occupied with making this move, getting settled in, and getting the house ready for winter. I guess I wasn’t being as in tuned to my aunt as I should have been. Bless her heart. She has had this place all to herself for the last six years. I have tried to be sensitive to that, but I will have to try harder. This cannot be easy for her. To feel like you’re losing control. And we are both very strong willed, independent women. We are bound to butt heads on occasion.

Back up. Adjust. Move forward. Back up. Adjust. Move forward. This is life. It’s like turning a camper around in a really tight place. You have to figure in the space, the length of the object, and go a little bit at a time. Oh, that is not an easy thing to do for my full-steam-ahead self! Patience. Breathe. Let go.

On the plus side, I did find a stove with a pilot light today. They are as hard as hen’s teeth to find! I finally found one by Hotpoint that I had to order from Lowe’s. The electric goes out here on the farm so frequently, we really needed a stove with a pilot light. Eureka! <3