Mothers Day was a quiet, relaxing day. Both of my daughters called. One sounded awful. She was nursing a nasty cold and said she was getting off the couch just long enough for her two adult kids to take her out for lunch and then she was headed right back to the couch. Poor thing.
The other called from the road. She was headed to North Dakota to help my grandson in college move into a different dorm room. He was able to get a single room and was happy to have a room to himself. And she was stocking up his supply of snacks.
I was happy both of my girls could spend time with their offspring on Mother's Day. We have plans for shopping trips later this summer.
David called in the afternoon. He said the plans to come see me had to be set aside because he had to take Maddie Mae to Urgent Care. Poor kid has strep throat. It just wouldn't have been right to leave her home while the other kids visited Grandma, so I talked with each of them on the phone instead. David stopped by this afternoon with a card signed by all of them, each writing a nice greeting, and a lovely bouquet of spring flowers. He said he didn't bring me a plant because he knew I would just kill it. He knows his mother well. :) He also had a DQ Blizzard for me, which made my day.
Duane had to work Sunday, but he showed up in the afternoon with a carry-out box full of ham, turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy, and another with chocolate cake. With chocolate frosting. He knows how to put a smile on Mom's face.
Last Friday the contractor came in to do the touch-up painting on the window trim. He promised he would be back Monday to finish the job. This afternoon I called my landlord and told him what was going to happen if the contractor didn't show back up by Friday. I was going to pack up his paint and tools and set them out in the hall. I was going to have my boys move my furniture back where it belonged and I would not, under any circumstances, allow that man back into my home. This may be just a little apartment downtown, but it is my home and I will not take any more abuse.
One hour later the painting was done, the tools were packed up and my furniture was back in place. And I didn't have to call my boys.
I did call the landlord to thank him for getting the guy over here so quickly. I figured if I call to complain, I can call to say thank you. My landlord told me to deduct more than half my rent for June to compensate for all the trouble and because my mother raised no fools, I accepted.
I had about 8 lbs. of potatoes and 4 lbs. of carrots that needed to be taken care of, so this morning I peeled and diced and blanched an got them into the dehydrator. They will go into the bags of dried vegetables I use for soups and stews. I need to get my grocery order ready and am trying to decide what to get for storage this time. I think I may go for some of the packaged rice and pasta mixes, as they are always good for a quick meal. I'm holding off on the meat for canning until David takes me to Sam's Club where I can get it cheaper.
I managed to get the dust from the construction cleaned out of my sewing machine and have been working on finishing some quilt tops. With any kind of luck I will have pictures in a week or so.
I know Spring is here for sure. I watched three or four little boys practicing with their skateboards in the alley across the street. They are fun to watch when they are working hard at mastering a trick, and when mastered, moving on to another.
Takes very little to amuse me. :)
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