May 28th, 2002


So nice, they named it twice.

gymgeek and I spent the holiday weekend in Walla Walla, Washington. Walla Walla is famous for being the home of the Acme Explosive Co. of Roadrunner fame, the sweet onion capital of the world and the place my parents call home.

The weather was nice and warm. We spent the weekend doing yard work for my folks. The rose bed, that I redid about 3 weeks ago is absolutely glorious. This trip, we moved 9 hills of dahlias from one side of the house to the other, planted the flat of plants Mom and I had bought three weeks ago (poppies, german statice, petunias and snapdragons) and made a tomato and pepper patch on the other side of the house. The little tiller wouldn't start (and John has a blister proving it), so we turned over the beds the old-fashioned way--with a shovel and a spading fork. They looked really nice when we were finished, though.

It's got to be hard for my folks, not being able to do (physically) the things they want to. They both worry about the other's health, and continue to be nagged by my siblings that they should move to the coast.

It's hard for me, though, because while I can appreciate their tiredness, and their frail-ness, I'm not in that space. I think they wear themselves out worrying about things they either (1) can't control or (2) don't take the actions to control. And that makes me frustrated. I hear the same complaints, worries and regrets every time I'm over there. I offer my view on solutions, but they're dismissed as taking too much effort or "you just don't know what it's like". It's hard to continue to muster heartfelt sympathy for some things on the three-hundredth go-round.

And then I feel like I'm being a bad daughter when I think that way. Oh well. I get over it.

We left Walla Walla about 4 yesterday afternoon, and had rain most of the way across the state (it's about a 4.5 hour drive, under normal conditions). At Ellensburg, the state patrol had issued a warning about "heavier than normal traffic" across the Pass and into Seattle. It was a huge rolling slowdown from about Cle-Elum to Issaquah--60 miles of rolling slowdown. Yuck!

And now, we have several weekends in June with absolutely no plans. It's sounding really heavenly.
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