O.K., finally we got away. The last couple of days of last week were chock full of activity and stress. M wanted to see another retirement/skilled care facility, which we did. She's about reached her limit and agreed to have her husband evaluated today. Haven't talked with her yet. They had a tough weekend with R sleeping almost steadily from Fri. afternoon to Sun noon. He'd only had spoons of water, really not enough to keep him hydrated, and no food until Sun when he was actually roused by friends who brought dinner. Nothing against M, however, she tried. I wonder if he just needs more stimulation. More on that story later.
I have basically nothing to show creative-wise for the last week. I did spend 6 hours Sat. rolling fabric for rolled roses headbands. I've sold 10 of 13 I took to Re and Relics Mar. 21. Not bad. I'm now 60% on typing my VBS session material. I also listened to my VBS DVD and did the motions. I also packed for this week. We're spending a few precious days with some of our grandchildren. We have some roof work to do from damage done during the last big wind storm there.
Sunday was good and the communion service was different but enjoyable. I'd like to do it that way again--deacons serving from different tables across the front of the sanctuary.
Now, to explain the title: When driving the grands back for naps after being with their other grandma while Mom and Dad helped B fix the roof, I missed my turn which would have been only another 15 home. Yep, I went 20 mi. out of the way thinking that my turn was coming up any time. That, of course, cost me about 45 min. more time tagged to the trip. We were 45 min. late getting into bed for naps once I had finally backtracked and found the right route. Ugh. I hate being wrong and more than that, I hate confessing that I was wrong. Well, they're sleeping now and will probably sleep late which will upset their mother, who is a stickler for schedules. Now to figure what to make for supper. Maybe I can redeem myself with a good one.
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