Operation snow 2008

We just shoveled 3/4ths of the driveway! Mr Lesaro, Ma Hill and me....hard work. My fingers are freezing, but at least the rental car is now at the top of the drive. 3 hours. Three hours. I'm now in the process of thawing. Ma Hill and I did our share of goofing around, and I of course, bossed mom and gavin around, trying to get them to try different methods, until we found the "fast" way of manually clearing snow. (sorry for being so bossy Ma Hill and Mr Lesaro, its unfortunately part of my nature to manage). Tarps are not an easy way to make a sled by the way, as mom and I tried, and got virtually nowhere, though it was very funny! The other problem we came in contact with was water streaming from an outside shed along the side of the house. It was trickling down into my mothers patio, off of her flat. Well, needless to say we now have no water, at least until Mr Landlord buys a valve. In the meantime we are thinking about taking a venture to oak harbor. I'm looking forward to it. Mr Lesaro and I both are having massive cabin fever, after 3 days stuck at home.

Dec Thirteenth Comes Soon

Though there are other issues that plow through the snowdrifts in my brain I think I'll talk about my husband. He'll be here in less than six days. It's this very peaceful feeling, knowing that Saturday night, a plane from New Zealand, via San Francisco will be carrying my short hobbit like man. I've gone almost 5 months without his company (minus 1 sorrowful week in October). Mr Lesaro is gentle, and comforting, and unassuming, and I've missed his quirky sense of humor. He is kind, and giving, and rarely demanding. There is a certain quility of security in his personality that I have yet to pinpoint and that makes him interesting to me. His patience is sometimes a weakness, but often keeps my impatience at bay. He has helped me be objective on many occasions and I only hope I have done the same for him.

In July, I sat across from him. We were at an Italian place for dinner, in Parnell. It was a tiny place. Rustic, with wood floors and interesting local art hanging from it's walls. For one brief, intense moment, tears infultrated my eyes; I knew that night was the last time we'd see each other for 5.5 months. But, even then the thought was there, between both Mr Lesaro and I. Statistics we'd researched about cancer had confirmed it.  I came and Papa has passed, and now Mr. Lesaro comes on Saturday.

Maybe its the relief that we'll be together now. Maybe it's how he loves me that makes this reunion so special to me. Whatever it is, I am looking forward to hugging him, and waking with him. Looking forward to going to the cinemas with him, and opening presents with him...just being with him.

How unworthy I am of such a simple, kind, friendly, hard-working man and friend.

Thank you God, and be with my mother, as she experiences a time, when her man is in a world nearer you and knowing you deeper and experiencing you face to face, and now mom is left here alone. Whether it be 5.5 months, or 55.5 years, I pray her time would pass as easily as my few months has without my companion. Thank you for listening...God and everyone.
luv Jenn

Lu and Mr Lesaro
A moment of closeness.  We love you Pa Hill