ok, we are back from the seashore...turns out there is no such thing as a 6 bedroom house on the beach in ocean city...we did find some really fab places in deleware, which isn't a problem really... and while we thought it might be a bit pricey, we were taken aback with the 5K per week price tag,...we could rent a week in florida, pay for the plane tickets and the park tickets for less money...we are going to go to disney for a "mema and girls" holiday in march...(celebrating one year from the pissy heart attack)...so anyway, i was thinking...we turn that holiday into the "moore family reunion", and save the ocean for next year...that way pawpaw can come play with us and help me watch the grandgirls, while the older kids go get shit faced at universal or paridise island...they can call a taxi to get home...i like that my kids like each other...they don't get to spend real time together now that they are all grown up...it will give patrick a chance to get all the girls tipsy...he likes doing that...doug can bring his guitar and play for us by the pool at night...yeah...starting to see a plan coming together...march is plenty of time for them to get time off from work...we will pay for the house and plane tickets for the grandgirls...park tickets for the girls too i am thinking...the grown-up's get their own tickets for both the flight and the park...still quite the bargin for mary/erin/doug etc...

at the rate i am making plans and spending money, walt will be back to work in no time...the poor boy really is going a bit bonkers...he is only 57, and he likes making money... the gardening is an on-going pain in his ass, and daytime tv sucks...there isn't anything but x-files reruns all day on sci fi...he also ends up going out to pick up lunch for us everyday, which is starting to get his knickers in a knot...i figure i make dinner, he can do lunch...well, unless it is a big lunch, then we just kind of eat left over lunch for dinner... i heat it up a bit usually...i don't really mind him doing something part-time...i don't have the feeling i am going to drop over dead anymore...and he isn't as worried to leave me alone at home...i feel pretty good most of the time...so maybe i can let him off the hook...he quit when i asked him to, and that counts most of all...he won't start right away, but his old pal bushman has called more than once...oh well...it has been nice...