This is not the funny part.
Monday morning, my Mom slipped? tripped? she’s not sure what, at the gas station on her way back to her car. Her foot came down funny and her ankle twisted and…….
I made her go to Urgent Care: it’s broken. Ugh.
She’s got a boot on it now, and is taking things slowly. I don’t think she’s in a lot of pain, but definitely a lot of discomfort and she is continuing to ice and elevate and all of that good stuff.
This is the funny part.
She stopped by last night for a short while and after she had walked out of the house, I said to the boys, “You guys should run outside and give Grandma big hugs and kisses and tell her you love her.” I knew she would know that I had sent them, but I didn’t figure that would matter as long as they did it. And they did — they ran right out, didn’t argue or say anything smart-alecky to me.
I just got an e-mail from my Mom with a report of what they said/did when they did go out.
She asked them how their mother had gotten them to do that.
She said that they didn’t really answer, but Joe started talking about character building.
This is another funny part.
Mom was wearing a pair of her brand-new hand-knitted socks on Monday when she broke her ankle. One of her first thoughts, and I have to admit one of mine went something like this: “I hope no harm comes to the sock.” You’ll all breathe a sigh of relief to know that nothing happened to the sock.
This is the part where I sign off for the weekend.
I’m headed to Seattle for the weekend to teach some classes at Innovations (a machine quilters conference). I still have a lot to do to pack and generally get my act together and out the door. I probably won’t be blogging until I get back, so I wish you all a fabulous weekend and I’ll see you in a few!