saying good-bye (lyn)

Tim, Karen and the kids move out of their apartment today.  Their flight to Ireland is tomorrow but tonight they are staying at a hotel.  , The movers have come (actually they have been here since Monday) and all their stuff is now packed and on a truck, eventually to make it to a boat, and then across the Atlantic over to Cork.

Karen empties her refrigerator and we benefit:  four sticks of butter, ice cream and sorbet, fat free popcorn, Pam cooking oil, low-fat cheese, and some weight watchers cream cheese

The kids hang out with me as Tim and Karen direct the last of their belongings out the door.  Becky and I cuddle on the sofa while Sam sits nearby and we all watch Despicable Me and Toy Story 3 (again) while eating bland fat-free popcorn that the kids don’t’ seem to mind.  At one point, the kids are in Alexander’s room creating a story that involves a few stuffed dogs.  Becky calls to me, “Lyn, come in and play with us.”  It’s a sweet offer.

I’m very sad.  I’ve grown attached to all of them.  And even with Skype and Facebook, Ireland is still so far away.