Mom's really enjoying being out at the village.  She told me, last night she took the bus in town to the high school.  My town is having it's once-every three years Fest, and one of the celebrations was a concert by The Tribesmen.  This is a group founded back in 1954.  It's a singing group made of current students at the high school.  It's still ongoing even now.  But during every WaynesboroFest, Tribesmen from all the years return home here, practice over the weekend, and then give a free concert.

Anyway, she went to that, and when it was over, the bus took them home.  One place the bus dropped people off was basically in front of her house, and when she got off, another lady out there grabbed her hand and said, "We're going back to our place for some wine and ice cream, would you like to come?"  So mom went with them.  The house was nearby and she went with them.  A couple lives there and there were two other women with them.  They had a glass of wine, some of them ate ice cream, and they visited.

Also, she told me (I may have mentioned this before, I forget) the 400 court (there's a 100, 200, 300, 400 court made up of houses). has a cookout for supper on Labor Day.  Basically, two adjoining cottages that share driveways, put a grill and set up tables in the driveways and they have all the people from the 400 cottages over to eat.  Mom asked what she should bring, but the woman told her since she's new she doesn't have to bring anything, just come over and meet people.

And the whole 'village' is very friendly.  Everytime I drive through there, if I pass anyone walking they always wave.  Even though they don't know me, they wave to everyone.  Very friendly.

So anyway, mom's adapted quite well.  And I've surprised myself by how little I've worried about, or even thought of the old house.  I do think of it, but when I do, I just hope the new family is settling in well. I dont miss it, or get melancholy about it, or anything.  And I DO find that surprising.

POLT