Saturday was a cold, wintery day here in WI, including blowing snow and grey skies. Almost too unbelievable to be true, but nevertheless, I had sharp flakes bombarding me between the shops and the car when shopping. Will it never end??
Judy J. let me know that my houseguests have left the condo and are heading back to MI. She washed the sheets and dried them on the clothesline, and then re-made the beds for me. Wow, that is a service I wasn’t expecting. I am just glad that someone could make use of my place while vacant, and didn’t mind running the stairs a couple times each day. She said her son did mention the stairs being rough on him, and he works out six times a week! Guess he has a football knee that bothers him periodically, aggravated by my stairs.
My sisters, Mom and I have had a good time: shopping, dining, and hanging out. Last night we celebrated Jill’s birthday by going to Sheboygan for dinner at the Highland House restaurant on the river. Lovely setting, and great company. Lisa had to work all day Saturday, getting the tax season out of the way for another year, and is looking forward to easing off her hours at the office. Of course, the boys were darling and ate a good supper for their parents. I gave them a fun ball that was sort of a balloon and sort of a playball with fringes, and it kept them busy wwaayy too late for them last night. Oops! Who knew?
Kerry was here this weekend and that was fun, too. Alayna, Kerry, and I watched “Under the Tuscan Sun” last night, and they loved it, except that Kerry fell asleep right at the end. She caught up with the ending this afternoon. We had a regular dormitory here on the weekends that I am here with Kerry, Alayna, and Mom—people sleeping all over the place. I leapt from bed this a.m. thinking it was Eastern time, got mixed up yet, and thought I had only 15 minutes to get dressed for church. What a relief to know I had an hour plus to get ready.
It was Good Shepherd Sunday and the school children treated us with a song on the tone chimes before worship began, and then the older grade school kids sang an anthem in front of church. Very nice, and so talented with those tone chimes! I found the director after church and complimented him on the work he does with the kids. No Good Shepherd Sunday is complete without singing “I Am Jesus’ Little Lamb” and no one in our row had a dry eye or could squeak out the verses. One of the funeral hymns again, a perfect message, but others have to sing it for us, for me at least. Jill said she sings it to her grandsons which is the most wonderful blessing she can give to them. Let them know that Jesus loves them, even calls them by their names!
Plans are yet being made for the rest of the week, as my time here winds down. I am seriously reconsidering venturing back to Lori’s and then driving back to MKE for my flight home. I just don’t know if time and such will allow. Once I hear from the Prange’s I’ll make a final decision on this trip.
This afternoon, after Lisa left with the boys, I went out to my father-in-law’s house to help go through some boxes and such in the basement. Not my most favorite place to be, as that basement only lets me think about mice, my top-most phobia, but I held up nicely, even though Harvey saw fit to tease me with curious looking boxes and such. The worst thing we found, I believe, was a barrel of corn cobs that Arno had put away to feed the squirrels. Oh, the potential for vermin was high! Fortunately nothing moved in the barrel and with some persuasion Arno agreed that the boys could take it out of the basement. He was reluctant, though, to throw it out. I can’t say for sure what happened to it once it left the basement, so don’t call me to testify in court!!!
Time to go rest and watch TV with Mom the balance of the evening. My back is tired from working over the makeshift table in the basement, and being tense with anxiety about perhaps seeing a mouse! What a big baby I am!
Judy J. let me know that my houseguests have left the condo and are heading back to MI. She washed the sheets and dried them on the clothesline, and then re-made the beds for me. Wow, that is a service I wasn’t expecting. I am just glad that someone could make use of my place while vacant, and didn’t mind running the stairs a couple times each day. She said her son did mention the stairs being rough on him, and he works out six times a week! Guess he has a football knee that bothers him periodically, aggravated by my stairs.
My sisters, Mom and I have had a good time: shopping, dining, and hanging out. Last night we celebrated Jill’s birthday by going to Sheboygan for dinner at the Highland House restaurant on the river. Lovely setting, and great company. Lisa had to work all day Saturday, getting the tax season out of the way for another year, and is looking forward to easing off her hours at the office. Of course, the boys were darling and ate a good supper for their parents. I gave them a fun ball that was sort of a balloon and sort of a playball with fringes, and it kept them busy wwaayy too late for them last night. Oops! Who knew?
Kerry was here this weekend and that was fun, too. Alayna, Kerry, and I watched “Under the Tuscan Sun” last night, and they loved it, except that Kerry fell asleep right at the end. She caught up with the ending this afternoon. We had a regular dormitory here on the weekends that I am here with Kerry, Alayna, and Mom—people sleeping all over the place. I leapt from bed this a.m. thinking it was Eastern time, got mixed up yet, and thought I had only 15 minutes to get dressed for church. What a relief to know I had an hour plus to get ready.
It was Good Shepherd Sunday and the school children treated us with a song on the tone chimes before worship began, and then the older grade school kids sang an anthem in front of church. Very nice, and so talented with those tone chimes! I found the director after church and complimented him on the work he does with the kids. No Good Shepherd Sunday is complete without singing “I Am Jesus’ Little Lamb” and no one in our row had a dry eye or could squeak out the verses. One of the funeral hymns again, a perfect message, but others have to sing it for us, for me at least. Jill said she sings it to her grandsons which is the most wonderful blessing she can give to them. Let them know that Jesus loves them, even calls them by their names!
Plans are yet being made for the rest of the week, as my time here winds down. I am seriously reconsidering venturing back to Lori’s and then driving back to MKE for my flight home. I just don’t know if time and such will allow. Once I hear from the Prange’s I’ll make a final decision on this trip.
This afternoon, after Lisa left with the boys, I went out to my father-in-law’s house to help go through some boxes and such in the basement. Not my most favorite place to be, as that basement only lets me think about mice, my top-most phobia, but I held up nicely, even though Harvey saw fit to tease me with curious looking boxes and such. The worst thing we found, I believe, was a barrel of corn cobs that Arno had put away to feed the squirrels. Oh, the potential for vermin was high! Fortunately nothing moved in the barrel and with some persuasion Arno agreed that the boys could take it out of the basement. He was reluctant, though, to throw it out. I can’t say for sure what happened to it once it left the basement, so don’t call me to testify in court!!!
Time to go rest and watch TV with Mom the balance of the evening. My back is tired from working over the makeshift table in the basement, and being tense with anxiety about perhaps seeing a mouse! What a big baby I am!
