This is a view from my friend's deck. We had dinner in his "Tree House" Monday night. It was so refreshing to be home in the woods. I could really breathe in the cool, fresh air!
Mom and I tootled up to CV in her little car. It was so good to be home. The only problem (besides the impending move and having to pack up eight years of stuff and no where to move to) was that I got sick! Haven't been sick in years and this sick was a doozy. We went up Thursday. I got up Friday and had no voice. Mom is 80% deaf and talking to her with laryngitis was quite challenging! Saturday bloody nose, achy muscles and sore throat. But Sunday was the worst! Headache, barfing, coughing and all the previous complaints! YUK!
I'm back to my healthy self today! And while I was home I just powered through and did what needed to be done.
Artquiltmaker came over Sunday with my grandchild (who is now TALLER than me!) and did tons of work for me. She went through all my fabric and condensed it and took home my UFOs. We found three (count them, three) quilt tops ready to be quilted! One I knew about but two I had totally forgotten!
She went through my clothes and I told her what to put in the Thrifttown bag (there was a lot!). And, of course she visited her Gramma.
It was so good to see both my daughter and my grandchild. This is the longest period of time I have ever gone without seeing the grandchild and I was sorely missing that.
We are back at Mom's now and she thinks she is helping by doing stuff she shouldn't - laundry, going in her closet, walking without her cane and other stuff I haven't discovered yet! I have to remind her that if she falls again she won't be able to stay home! So I just had a little firm talk with her about doing stuff she hasn't been cleared to do and what would happen if she fell again (nursing home). Will she remember? Did she listen? Who knows?