I just returned from Southern California Tuesday night late. My mom and I drove down Thursday to stay and take care of Grama and to help her celebrate her birthday. Grama’s birthday was Thursday. She turned 90.
She was really in bad shape when we got there and it turned out nobody had brought her dinner. Miscommunication, but she was a little manic and confused when we got there.
It was a hard weekend. I did get to run off with Susan for a few hours on Sunday, but aside from that and a trip to return some clothes, it was all Grama all the time. At least she doesn’t get up in the night. I cleaned house. I shredded about a gazillion old bills and generally fetched and carried for Grama.
I have to say that I visited two quilt shops – one on the way down and one on the way back. I also picked up my sewing machine, which means that if I wake up, I can sew on the weekend.
I thought I was ok when I got home, but at work today, it was the last place I wanted to be. I should have taken the day off. I didn’t because PPTO days don’t grow on trees.
One of the packages had the most delicious treat in it. Now I know that at least one person reads my blog.
The colors included are so fabulous. They are just what I wanted even though I didn’t know I wanted them.
That was my one special whine and you can be assured that I won’t indulge too much. Thanks, Mrs. K.