Friday Night and It's Alright

These are from an old album of mom's I've been going through. lol I can smell a teenage girl from afar! Look at all these good looking boys!!! tehe. She always told me she was boy crazy when she was young. Proof! ha. I need to make a photo album for her celebration. Haven't started it yet. Lordy me. But, I do have a stack of photos to begin with. Hmmmm. Bets are on. Will I or won't I?

I've been been busy with this and that, as you know. First of all, a friend's daughter just had a baby and I felt the deep need to make her something especially special. Is that correct grammar? Oh well.

So I've been hunkered down in mom's space to get some things done. What is it with me and trios. Have to admit though, my favorite number is 3. Perhaps, that's it. An ornament within a box, within a box. 3.

Babies are good.

Especially cutesy ones with crowns. In a nest? Even better.

And baby girls? Well, I wouldn't know, now would I? I tried my bestest.

I've had a fat, chunky mocking bird sitting on the pumpkin each morning. Not a great photo, but still, it's sweet.

On my desk, how close can I get and still keep the newish camera in focus??? Scatter brained. Yep. That's me.

The hub just got home so we decided to hit one of our favorite joints. Johnny (of the Cash variety) always looks after us.

Me eating good vittles, hub on crackberry. What's wrong with this pic? lol

And, yes I did, in fact, go and visit the nurses. (Should have taken my camera--next time.) Oh my. What a welcome! Apparently, the electrical power had been off for a bit. And, that 'splains the HOUR it took to go the five miles there! LHM! Here I was thinking it was a Friday rush hour at 3 p.m. Nope. There had been a power outage for all of the city. I must have been at the tail end because all the street lights were working; it was just that people that weren't moving as fast as I would have liked them to after the fact! Yes, I'm still a Northerner at heart, I suppose. I'm not the most patient person behind the wheel, but c'mon. When the light turns green, it means GO!!!!! DAIG! Anyhoo, we were all a tad frazzled by the time I arrived--what with axillary lights and stuff there. How I feel for them. God bless 'em. But, I presented them with wonderful Krispy Kreme donuts to calm them down. Mmmmm.

Mom's memorial card had just arrived today. Very nice, except for the fact that they were obviously printed on a large sheet and perforated. Call me a perfectionist, but daig. If they hadn't been laminated, I would have cut that jagged edge off. Could I have done a better job. Yes. Of course. Will anyone else mind, even notice? Probably not. Me? Yep, I kinda mind. Oy. Still. Beautiful.

Of course, yes, tears rolled. Some had not been there before mom passed on; and what a shock it was to them when they returned . It all happened very quickly.

The photo. Mom. Oh. Priceless. You recognize it, I'm sure. It was taken this summer with the beautiful trumpet vine behind her. They all recognized it off the bat which seemed to bring a deep feeling of satisfaction to each and every one who looked at it and read the verse. Just look at that smile. The happiness. Perfect. They--the nurses and aids--were so genuine in their love and caring for mom. Even brother Jim, one who is quite blunt about people's personalities, said how wonderful these folks were, how genuine, and caring. Oooof. Tears. Rolling down my cheeks.

Ok, funny stuff. Before leaving home for the first post visit, there was one lone purple clematis, full bloom. I knew I had to take it to Ms. Mary, mom's roommate. I came out to the garage, cutters in hand, the memorial card and a fiber bar. Oy. Been eating a lot! Major problem! Trying to cut back, thus the "bar." lol So, I put the memorial card and bar on the roof of the car. I cut the vine with flower. It became quite the challenge putting the vine and other leaves I had cut into the little jar half full of water. I had to laugh. "Momma, are you jealous?" Oh, she'd get an attitude if I talked with her roommates! Bring flowers? I had to sneak them in. lol Anyway, I finally got them poked in, after much fighting! Momma. I said to myself, "Now, if this little bit of water spills, I know it's gonna be you doing the spillin'!" Remember how I said it took me an hour to get to mom's place? Well, going all of 3 miles an hour the entire way, somehow, the jar (which I had propped up very carefully) spilled all over my purse and everywhere else. Do you think I drove off with her memorial card on the roof? Yep. Had a debris field to come back to when I picked up the kid and brought him home from school. Little signs. Guess I'm clinging to anything. I'm sure it's just me--looking for signs from her. Regardless. I'll take them. Missing my mom.

xo ro