if you go to places like architectural surplus businesses or even Habitat for Humanity outlets you can pick them up for a song. I got a 18" double door bi fold for $10.00...all sizes and all shapes.
Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. Received a call from the hospice nurse, it was urgent. She said mother's breathing had changed and that I needed to get there. I hit 911's on cellphones about mother to my siblings, and flew with Teresa out the door. I broke speed limits getting to mother. As I came in the room the nurse had her stethoscope at mother's chest and said she was still here. I kissed her face, told her I loved her so much, that she was a good mother, I adored her ... and lastly I said ... this is your freedom, as Israel fled Egypt to their freedom, take your freedom. The nurse rechecked mother and said to me ... she waited for you, she's now gone. I love you, mother ... you are adored, and while I feel a great loss, you have gained your freedom. You are now safe, and sound, in paradise ... Abraham's Bosom. Mother passed at 1:56AM November 10, 2017. I will always hold you, tenderly, in my heart.
I want so desperately to feel normal, to live normal. Since mother's passing I've had my hands full, being her executor, meeting with my attorney, trying to see who would like what from the contents she possessed inside the home. The funeral home, notifications of her passing to institutions, etc. Anyone who's had to handle this understands. The last couple of years of her life were progressively rough, with intermittent rebounds. But the past couple of months were trials by fire for her and I, both. It's hard to know how to feel most of the time. It feels so odd not to be running over to her to take care of her, and make arrangements for aids to come in, meet with the hospice nurse, try to entice her to eat, crush her pills and mix into apple sauce, etc. I have bouts of grief, then bouts of relief. I look forward to getting my train table from my son and setting it up in, hopefully, the very near future. Perhaps before Christmas I can have it here, ready to start working on it ... to take my mind off of things. I'll make every effort to let go of the sadness from this point on while here on the Trainboard, as it gains nothing, contributes nothing, but I am allowing myself some time to work out my private grief, and grieving. It just isn't healthy to bottle that in, but I'll avoid bringing that here from this point on. I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving ... let us be truly grateful. May we have a Merry Christmas with our dear friends, and family we do have with us. Trains, and working on my layout, will likely prove to be therapeutic. It's a great hobby indeed. Together, let us more forward ... sharing our mutual love of everything trains. Hope to see you soon, with photos and delightful conversation.
I'm sorry to read about your Mom PRR1957. These will be the difficult days, as will be the holidays, but as the sadness lessens, your thoughts will begin to brighten. You share good words in your post, giving yourself time to grieve before moving forward in small steps. She's in the embrace of Jesus Christ and all is well with her. Prayers to you and your family.
Have you tried a "Home Restore"? They are some what religious. Also when at Menards look for a little recycle center in the door area. That's where I can often find good 24-36 doors for less than $10 and nobody has ever hassled me because I found it.
On page 3, you will find my table is built. Almost half way down the page of page 3 you'll see a few photos I posted. That part is ready, it's just stored at this time in my son's garage awaiting me making room for it. Right now I'm busy with mother's small estate affairs and notifications, and I'll be rearranging the furniture to allow the train table. I do thank you for your input, however.
Just checking in. It's my birthday today and I thought I'd treat myself to stopping by. Life's been rough and busy. No need for all those details. Since my layout has taken so long ... my eyes are getting older and I wonder if I could still enjoy putting the HCD up, or not. I don't have the room for HO, but it's getting difficult to enjoy N Scale while straining to do so. I still look at the stock from time to time ... and it bothers me how my incentive to put up the HCD table is waning because of health issues, my wife's health issues, and the visual difficulty of the small scale. Anyway, I'll leave it at that. If anyone finds this post ... know that I wish you all well. I do miss the board, but it's merely a tease to be here yet uninvolved ... for various reasons. Peace.
Sympathies extended. As life gets in the way of modeling, then it is just time to watch trains and dream about what you will do when time and motivation arrive. I spend a lot of time watching real trains, and enjoying that until I get my railroad brought over to my new property. So modeling has been put aside until things change. Keep your chin up and your eyes on the Savior.
Ditto on the happy birthday. I'm 76, into N scale, hands shake a little at times and eyes are still pretty good but put on a... http://1fatgmc.com/RailRoad/Misc/page-3.html .... visor about any time I'm doing anything related to the hobby. Kind of a pain at first but now it is like putting on my glasses (which aren't on at the same time). Lets me enjoy the hobby. During the winter when the train room is cooler I work on items in the house in a small workspace. Now I go back and forth so bought a second visor and a few other items so I wouldn't have to take them back and forth. The visor though has been the main item that makes the hobby in N scale possible for me, Sumner
