
I’ve been busy cleaning house this week.Some of my relatives are going to see our new house for the first time. I’m getting ready for my Brother and his wife to visit from Minnesota and also my Dear Auntie Sylvia. She is flying in from California, stopping here in Dallas to see us, and then flying on to New York for a teacher sorority convention. She goes every year wherever the convention is held. That’s when she’s not in Las Vegas. Or Laughlin or taking care of the cutest California bungalow that’s she’s lived in for over 50 years. When she’ not busy organizing church dinners and singing in the choir or cooking and driving around her little town where her husband was Mayor for a while and then a judge until he passed away. She is the most optimistic person I know and makes everyone around her feel good. She’s interested in all that goes on around her and says she’s thanks God each day when she wakes up in the morning. I could go on and on about my Auntie. Oh- but did I mention the fact that she’s 90 years old (or twice 45) as we like to say? Here she is 2 years ago with my Dad(her brother) before he passed away. I can't wait to see her!
