Close to Nowhere

I guess I just have to face it. I’m officially an old lady.

My youngest baby granddaughter and her husband just bought a house. I’m not supposed to have a granddaughter old enough to buy a house.

I spent a couple days last week in Oxford with Remy and her husband Mitch. They had so much fun, and I was thrilled to get to watch them

Monday, they signed their life away on the loan papers and I met them after they got the keys to take pictures as they opened their new front door for the first time. A gaggle of their friends showed up and we all went to eat and then went back and played in the empty house.

Remy is so excited about all of it, but I think the thing she most loves is the tankless water heater. She’s shown it to everyone, all the while saying, “I’m never going to run out of hot water in the shower again!”

Mitch had already decided to not move all the way in until they painted. I can really understand that. The walls were kind of a beige salmon and really unattractive. He painted for several days and now they have white trim and light gray walls. It’s very pretty.

Oldest granddaughter Merideth and I went back Wednesday and took Remy shopping for “stuff” for the house. Of course, we didn’t get a single useful thing, but Mere did spot a silk Oriental framed panel. That was the hit of the day.

You haven’t had your ears tested until you’ve been in an empty house with a nearly 3-year-old and a 1-year-old. They were totally excited and ran (well the baby toddled, she can’t quite run yet) through the house, excitedly yelling so they could hear the echo. And boy, did it echo.

Naturally, I had to examine all the cabinets and closets, etc. I had to laugh when I opened the refrigerator. All they had in there was leftover pizza and Dr. Pepper. Since Remy works at Papa John’s in Oxford I expect they eat a lot of pizza. I know I would.

I spent a lot of that Wednesday doing something I do a lot of anyway; it was just “louder” that day.

I am so proud of my granddaughters. Merideth and Tim have a home in Coldwater with their two amazing children and now Remy and Mitch have a sparkly new home in Oxford.

I got a giggle out of something Mitch said to Remy – they got married at the Boy Scout Camp Yocona (Mitch was a Boy Scout and his parents are still active in scouting) and now they have a new house on a street called Yocona. And Remy still can’t say “Yocnie,” she says “Yo co na.” I came home exhausted (with hot pizza for son Kris and me) and a heart full of joy. It was a very good day.