SHEs Organized

Crewel embroidery

I had to look this up because I didn't know the difference between embroidery and crewel embroidery. Interesting

OH MY ....DS17 is being......himself. His high energy, non-stop doing, and constant surrounded by friends is a sight to behold somedays. I am going to attempt to list some of his doings today. Each one involves me in one way or another.
** He planned on being off work today but texted me at 3:30am asking to be woke up at 8am. He decided to work several hours becasue he didn't want to just sit around and be bored (!!!)
** At work a neighbor young bull crossed the fence and started doing his business with young heifers. If you know cattle there is no way a bull will voluntarily give up and leave a newly found harem. DS17 boss made a decision to use a method I have never heard of.....end result the bull survived the method and decided to leave the pasture.
** DS17 saw his first dead person. A truck was in the bar ditch on a very rural country road so he stopped to see if he could help. The 50ish year old driver was dead while still holding onto the pipe that he had been huffing to get high. Seeing this traumatized DS17 a bit and he will never forget it. He talked to emt and sheriff office then continued on with his day.
** I told ya'll about stranger stopping this morning about buying one of the vehicles DS17 is selling. He is supposed to return tomorrow at 10am with the money.
** DS17 goes down the block and starts the negotiation with neighbor about buying one of his vehicles.
** DS17 has 2 teenage friends here.
** DS17 sold his flat bed tonight after working on it with DFriend for a couple hours to get it in running order. DS17 had cash in hand......so
** DS17 returns to neighbor with cash in hand to see if he would take that amount for his pickup ($300 less than the neighbor ask). The neighbor held firm on his price so DS17 came home and got the money from his envelope that he is saving to buy a vehicle to replace his current daily drive.
In the past 48 hours DS17 has sold all 3 vehicles that he had parked in our front yard. MAYbe we can look like a normal home instead of a used car lot now?
Life with DS17 is a lot of things, but boring isn't his way of life.

Hmmm... where am I? I'm still trying to figure that out, you know.
Spent most of the afternoon at the funeral. I went early, at the very beginning of visitation, because I was afraid it would be very crowded, and the funeral home doesn't have a lot of seating. Well, it was NOT crowded, until about 30 minutes before the service began. I just sat in the auditorium and played on my phone till people started coming in. A friend from teacher group came in and sat with me so we talked till time for the service. Afterwards, one of my cousins rode with me to the cemetery -- which is where dh is buried -- and then I took her back to the funeral home to get her car. (This is all within probably a five-mile radius.) (My cousin is also a cousin to the lady who died. (I told you it was a small town.)

I came home and got my garbage to the road.
Talked to dmom; will probably have to take her to the doctor tomorrow. She is still not feeling very well at all.

Had lunch with ddil and dgrands. I showed ddil a picture of the curling iron I bought and do not want. I asked her if she would like to have it. She said yes, she would probably use it. I said, "Do you mind if it's part of your Christmas?" She said no, not at all. That last year part of her Christmas from dmom was dmom's old stand mixer. (DDIL had asked for it; dmom is not in the habit of giving used gifts for Christmas.) So I feel better about this impulsive purchase. I promise I am going to do better. (DGS, when I was telling him how I had broken my promise to dh about FB purchases, said, "Next time you want to buy something, call me and I'll talk you out of it." LOL.)

At lunch dgs was planning who would spend the night with me during Thanksgiving break. I told him, "You are awfully free with MY time, you know." He looked at me like this was the strangest thing he had ever heard. DDIL told him, "Sometimes Nana needs 'Lucy" time, you know." This was a completely foreign concept to him.

I still have to put clean sheets on the bed and s2bedtime. I think I MUST do that tonight, because I expect to be taking dmom to the doctor tomorrow.
I made plans to have lunch with Dfriend tomorrow, but I saw her at the funeral also and told her about dmom. She was very flexible and understanding about that -- said if tomorrow didn't work, Friday was fine for her. (This is the friend who just got back from Gatlinburg and Asheville. She probably won't mind having some extra time at home tomorrow. She retired from banking a year or two ago, but is now back into it, working part-time.)

I continue to be in awe of ds's activities, LadyM. I know there is never a dull moment at your house! I had to look up dd's movie. That is a new one on me. I am so out of the loop with teens since I retired.

(((Mystery))) It is sooo frustrating to lose a post. BTDT a million times!

This would have been a good day for me to do some outdoor work, but of course I was not home long enough. The weather here was just perfect.

Tonight I watched a Tom Hanks movie I had recorded, A Man Called Otto. Y'all... if you haven't watched it, it's sad. It's a good movie and has a lot of funny scenes also, but for someone in my present stage of life (early widowhood)... it is sad. DH would not have been able to watch it -- it would have bothered him too much. I guess It is better that I am the one left alone. I know he would have been even more "lost" if he were on his own.

A smile from today -- son-in-law of the deceased told me he had to say, he and dh lived together in college for a year or so, and NEVER had a cross word. (He's told me this before.) The only time he saw dh upset was when another friend pranked dh and made him think he had broken (on purpose) one of dh's favorite albums. (It was a Roy Acuff album; y'all might need to Google that.) I told him I had to admit that I could not say the same -- but of course I lived with dh a lot longer; more time to have cross words. But it's just nice for others to share happy memories, you know. I still talk about dh all the time, refer to things he's said just as if it were yesterday, not 19 months. 19 months today since dh's funeral. Going to the funeral was not "triggering" to me or anything, in fact, I feel kinda bad that the 12th passed without me realizing it was the 19th month. But it seems unreal that this much time has passed.

Okay... I'm going to shower.