Shelby, Part 2: She couldn't have asked for a better family to marry into. Even the, inevitable, points of contention

had an element of humor.   Several weeks ago, the main point had, again surfaced.  It had been a wednesday... no wait, tuesday, because that was the day it had snowed.  While the boys were working on their math, Shelby called Gwin at work, but she'd called off because of the front moving in.  Anyway, she and the children stopped over to see if Gwin had what she needed.  Anyway, between the chit-chat, the dining room light switch surfaced.  Needful to say, it wasn't a big deal, Shell had it fixed in about a half hour.  

Unfortunately, she had left her cell sitting in the car, and Brian was trying to get hold of her.   Shortly later, guess who pulls in the drive, and the snow was beginning to lay.  He hadn't been in the door for two minutes, when he announced:  "Mom, you need to sell the house."

"I don't want to sell our house"  Yes, Dear Reader, after ten years, it remained "our."

"But Mom, fifteen rooms..."

"Fourteen rooms."

"But you have the seven upstairs rooms..."

"Six rooms, the enclosed balcony doesn't count."

"And about half the downstairs closed off."

"So!"

"Still, your heat hemorrhages."

"Why I run the woodstove."

MOM, you're pushing 70!"

"I love you too."

Then came the speel about "The Glades"  And how the sale of the house and the surrounding acreage, could afford her to live quite nicely, within reason of course, in that rather coveted senior apartment community.

"Ah ain't livin' in no geriatric ho house!"

"Mmomm!" Shelby's eyes widened.

Quickly, a set of parental hands, went forth to cover the ears of the couple's middle child.  

Too late!

"Daddy, what's a ho house?"

"Never mind!"  The response came in union.