At long last, work has begun on the hardscape outside. Eat my dust!
Waiting hasn't been easy. My site looks like a baby Beruit and has for many months now . . . (Apologies to Beruit; my yard is probably much worse.) Who knew getting permits for a garden renovation would prove to be so arduous. (It's been trying, to say the least.)
I'm part of the "sandwich generation" which means that just as our boys began to move out and move on, Cliff's mom started experiencing the ill-effects of aging, and moved in . . . (oh vey!)
It makes the most sense that she should live with us, but between you and me, it hasn't necessarily been easy . . .
Apologies for the late delivery of the Perspective this week, but I was felled by vertigo. An imbalance created by loose crystals in the inner ear, (literally, rocks in your head), vertigo had me walking into walls like a drunken sailor and flat on my back until the room stopped spinning and the nausea passed.
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 11 years.