Hmmm...let's see. I think it is time to post more often before my stats bottom out for the last time. A look at the past few months is truly shocking. Let's just say that only you are reading anymore. =D
I enjoyed a lovely Mother's Day weekend. My daughter took me shopping on Saturday and bought me shoes...real shoes...not slides, not flops. It makes walking so much nicer. I am too old for the choices of former years. On Sunday, the boys came to visit with their dad bringing warm scones, a hanging plant, and
a Scentsy bird.
I asked the grands what they had given their mother for Mother's Day and Sam said, "The best thing we could give Mom was visiting you." What a pip! Anytime! Glad to be of service.
The boys were so cute. They found two little girls "tight-roping" across a fallen tree in the ravine. They didn't think it looked safe (as indeed it was not) and told their dad. My son in turn told me and I asked him to calmly and firmly tell them
to get down carefully. I tend to get shrill in such moments. Don't they look darling in the forest? No shoes! And that really scared me, too, because of all the glass down there.
Yesterday Monday morning, my daughter called me (after working the night shift) saying that she was very ill and would need to get to the doctor. We spent many hours in Emergency Care from 10 am to 7:30 pm. She has an ulcer and so is on
the proper medications for it. I had no idea that people could be so very ill with an ulcer. They gave her a morphine drip and anti-nausea medication and Percocet before they released her.
Poor daughter was a titch loopy and said to the nurse, "I'm just glad that you didn't make me wear a gurney gourney." Ever helpful, I explained that she meant "a jersey." The nurse said, "You gals have to be tired. You mean a *johnny!"
I know that I was tired, but my daughter had worked all night and was still going. No wonder she didn't remember "johnny," though John can't figure out how we could forget that. (*I have since been told by my sister that "johnny"
is a local term. What is the term for hospital nightgowns in your area? No need to tell me if it is "hospital nightgown." ☺)
I'll save what other little news for another post in a day or three. I haven't even told you about the squirrel in the basement or that my father is having another rough go with a blood clot in his "good" leg. Oh life can be so exciting. I'm hoping for a return to less excitement.