Nay, My Lord, I am too much in the Moon
My grandmother had a stroke this week. She is ok, they assure me. No serious problems left over, just some fuzzy thinking. Nothing new there.
My mom and I are driving to Cape May tomorrow to visit with her. We still haven't agreed on who's going to do the actual driving. Either way, we'll make each other nervous as hell. I'm seriously tempted to pick up a pack of cloves just for the occasion.
I can't say I'm really looking forward to 24 hours in my mother's company, but some part of me is hoping (against all logic) that we will have a good time together. Can't remember the last time that happened.
Still, even if it is a miserable weekend, at least I'll have had another day with both of them. There is no telling how many more of those we have.
My mom and I are driving to Cape May tomorrow to visit with her. We still haven't agreed on who's going to do the actual driving. Either way, we'll make each other nervous as hell. I'm seriously tempted to pick up a pack of cloves just for the occasion.
I can't say I'm really looking forward to 24 hours in my mother's company, but some part of me is hoping (against all logic) that we will have a good time together. Can't remember the last time that happened.
Still, even if it is a miserable weekend, at least I'll have had another day with both of them. There is no telling how many more of those we have.