Well, the card said "change sheets" so that's in the process. (Following
LadyM's advice, see.) Sheets are in the washer. I have one more load to hang to dry. DGD helped
me fold some of my t-shirts and socks, and load the dryer. She and I also played "dirty board" (the marble and dice game? It may have other names some places) and we played with the big Lego blocks. She was in such a good mood today.
This is just a sample of our conversation: She is going to have 16 babies, all girls, and keep all her dresses so when her babies are 5, they can wear them. She is also going to be a princess when she grows up, but she will be a nurse like her mommy and her husband will stay home. (I guess someone will have to take care of those 16 babies. I told her she better not expect ME to babysit.)
The ballgame was cancelled. Maybe because of the weather, but it was not raining at the time. It is now, and it is COLD. I think dh turned our heat back on. We were already in the area where the game was supposed to be when ds called with the update. DH and I ate at a local bar-b-que restaurant there, but dgd was adamant, "I not want ANYTHING. Sweet tea ONLY." But... after we ate and started home, she admitted, "I kinda hungry..." and of course, McD's is always her choice. She also was not ready to go home, so she stayed with us till about 7:00 pm and then we took her home.
I also made hair cut appts for dh and myself later this month, and talked to dbil a couple more times.
The funeral for our friend will be Saturday.
This means we will not be accompanying ds to a music event in MS, and dh is very disappointed about that, because we so seldom get to hear him play. OTOH, ds is simply playing bass (not his main instrument) for someone we don't even know, and ds said, "I might not even get to sing a song. I don't know how much he's going to want me to do." So, it's good it's Saturday and we will have Sunday to prepare for our Atlanta trip and rest a little, maybe.
I told dbil I would take care of ordering flowers for all of us tomorrow.
LadyM, my dbro got a BMW when he turned 16. It was used, there was nothing remotely sporty about it, and it was beige-colored -- but it had that BMW logo on it and that was all dbro cared about. I think he traded it finally for another used BMW, but now he is driving some kind of small SUV. He was very much in love with BMW back in the day, though.
This was when I cried, at age 26, with a 4-yr old son, because I didn't get the Camaro I had dreamed of as a teenager.
Not one of my finest moments.
My disappointment and feelings of being less important than the boy-child led to my dad buying my dream car for me from my cousin a few years later. By then, although I was sooo excited to get it, I realized that the wanting had been more important than the having, and this was NOT my dream car anymore. So... we live and learn...
Is your grandson allowed to drive legally on his own, or does he have to have a licensed driver with him? Here teenagers get a permit at 15, but a licensed driver must be with them until they get their full license at 16, and I believe they have added some restrictions about the number of non-family members who may be in the car with a 16-year-old. I'm not sure. There were no restrictions 8 years ago when I retired, because my newspaper staff at school regularly left school on paper business with sometimes 4 or 5 teens in a car. It made me nervous then, but I had signed permission slips from all their parents. I am glad I no longer have that responsibility.
Saw one of my newspaper staff editors yesterday when we were eating lunch. She is a nurse practitioner now in Big City, and is getting married this fall. Her mom was one of dgs' teachers last year and dgs was happy to see her also. One of the nice things about small town life, running into people like this on holidays. I hadn't seen her in years.
Ooohhh-- I envy you the wildlife sighting,
Nancy! That is so neat!
WTG,
LadyM, with your goals today! You too, blessed!
Cathy, your supper sounds good!
Harmony, I have some flower seeds I am thinking of trying to plant in some pots and see if they will grow. (I received them from a charitable group that sends out stuff like this trying to guilt me into giving more money.) NO ONE has a browner thumb than I do! I think I told y'all, when dh and I were discussing having our shrubs pruned this fall, I said, "I wonder if someone could transplant some of dmil's azaleas and my granny's snowball bush here --" and dh interrupted me before I finished the sentence, saying, "NO, someone could not, and if you try, you will probably kill the original bushes too."
I may try it anyway.I need a good hedge trimmer. And a power washer.
I'm just trying to keep up with Topic Review, so forgive me if I missed something I should have responded to!
The bed is not going to re-make itself.