What has been going on here?
When I feel overwhelmed, I am very susceptible to people showing me pretty colors, especially fuzzy pretty colors. Although pretty colors on silk suck me in on occasion.
She has appointments with a stack of oncologists next week, but the surgery might be all she needs.
I am almost finished with the largest of three pairs of little girl socks. Their mother's pair is already done.
I must have started the little pair four times before I got something I was happy with.
I just finished my Iowa friend Jeanne's scarf, but it is awfully short. It was a yarn that I should have done from two skeins, alternating them. But too late now. I will take a picture when I block it
Mom's cousin, Hortense, died recently.
Mom: Let's call XX, she'll know when the funeral is.
Robin: What is her phone number?
Robin: I need more numbers than that.
Mom: Since when?
Robin: Everybody as more numbers than that nowadays.
Mom: Not for them. They aren't in nowadays.
And, to Ruth Ann,
Mom: Tell Hortense I'm sorry I can't make it to the funeral.
Many thanks to Dad for taking such good care of Mom when she is so often not in nowadays herself.