The Listing Photo

The Listing Photo

Friday, October 23, 2009

Past and Present - Transition From Living Memories to Making New ones

Below is a picture of the stone at Arlington National Cemetery, and the picture should say it all. To these two wonderful people, I owe my life, so much of my happiness, and now, this dream, which is coming true as I sit here and type. Words fail me. Tears still well up, and overflow. They were the best, and I miss them daily, but believe they are are still nudging me forward, and know that they are looking down, smiling, wishing me the best.





I printed the picture below today, taken a few months ago (WHY didn't somebody say "Suck your belly in, Uncle Denny!!!!) - my niece, Denise and nephew, Erik's beautiful, happy family (that's Anna Catherine and Andrew Foster in arms), to hang on my Annah Foster, and I am looking forward to getting a pic that was taken of them with my brother, Foster, Jr. and wife, Pat this past summer, to do the same.



I will miss seeing these guys grow up, but hope and pray that they will come and find me some day, and visit, laugh, reminisce, swim, snorkel, and have the same happy times on vacation that my parents gave me.

Today, I brought another load of food aboard, as well as the Perkins spares, and after one 'last' trip to Harbor Freight, TWO 1M candle power spotlights (one was on the clearance rack for half price), as the one that came with AF bit the dust before I departed for Annapolis last week.
I arrived last night about 9 with the old black Jeep loaded with FOUR dockcart loads, and hauled them out, and tried to stow as I unloaded - only dropped 8 cans of canned chicken and a pack of 8 toothbrushes in the water doing it - so it took over 4 hours. God willing, I will make one more trip to Pittsburgh for one more load of T-shirts, towels, bedding, and some canned goods, and that will be it for driving home.


I closed on my rental properties on Wednesday. Josef, the buyer, is a great fellow, a foreign born American Patriot, who understands what it is like to live in a socialist state, under the thumb of the party bosses, and fears, as I do, for the future of the USA.


It is customary in his homeland to toast a business deal, so we met later that evening at the "shop" in McKees Rocks and went over keys, history, and hoisted a couple excellent Golden Pheasants, and did a couple shots of scotch. Bless you, Joe and may your investments prove profitable for many, many years.


After a tremendous amount of hard work, everything that can be done IS done, for the closing of Alden Road and it will occur on time, or even earlier. My friend, former neighbor, Maggie, is one super real estate agent, and no one could have worked so hard for me and the sale of my home. If you live in Pgh, and have an EXPENSIVE house to sell, email me for her name - you will not regret it. I don't want her to have to work that hard again, for that small a commission! I love you Mag, and God bless you! You da best!

My step sister, Nancy and husband John are driving down from Philly tomorrow for lunch, to say goodbye. I am so sorry that I never made it up to see their new home, and so glad that I made it to the new beach house in NJ. They came down last summer when I arrived and I took them for a ride down to the Key Bridge and back. They brought daughter Courtney, and a college friend, and for that day, AF had aboard the sexiest, best looking, bikini-clad girls on the Chesapeake. No pics to publish though, or I could be arrested, or at least blasted by her Mom and Dad.
So, I am fluid. In transition. Finally. Going from living with memories, to the future, and new memories. A last adventure. Looking to the future, tempered with wonderful memories.


So, back to work, stowing. Where am I going to put all this stuff? And what am I forgetting?

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