Fridays are good days, especially if you have hermit tendencies. Friday means that once the home health care nurse leaves I have three whole days plus the rest of Friday to myself. When you have lived alone for ten years, it takes some doing to get used to having people in and out of your home. I have come to terms with that but still enjoy my alone time. Now that alone time can be interrupted by kids and grands and you will hear nary a complaint from me.
It helps that the two nurses who come to work on my legs are both cheerful souls. I kid them about drawing straws to see who loses the draw and has to come here and deal with this grumpy old lady. They just laugh at me. Both are very good at their jobs.
I get a kick out of the cleaning lady. She is a chatterbox, but doesn't seem to care if anyone is listening. Just a nod of my head or an "Um Hum" from me is enough. She does an excellent job. And Wednesday she left me a lovely Easter card - so thoughtful.
Mother Nature seems to be taking a page from Hillary Clinton's playbook, refusing to just go away. Overnight we got maybe two inches of snow and there is the threat of more come Monday. Guess it will be a while before the scent of lilacs is in the air. Sigh.
I am hanging up my crochet hook for a couple of days to give my cramping fingers a bit of a rest. And then it will be 'forward, march' with Boston's afghan. The green and purple yarns make it fun to work on.
When you have several children who have spouses and inlaws, you don't always spend holidays with them. We have to learn to share. So this year it will be just Duane and me for Easter dinner. He is roasting a ham and I am in charge of the potatoes and vegetables. If I am feeling really ambitious, there might just be a cherry pie with ice cream involved.
This is me...wishing all of you a very blessed Easter.