Well Blessed

After a night of a lot of unproductive coughing and about to freeze my butt off, I got up to get my water and take my morning meds. I was the only one not up and I told DD I still wasn’t. I’d dreamed off and on during the night that the comforter had, somehow, magically transferred itself from the chair to the bed but when I’d open my eyes to look, it hadn’t. You can bet your boots I put it on there before I snuggled down once again. I never did really go back to sleep but I rested.

I was eating breakfast served by DD (Cuz is getting a well-deserved break) when DS2 and his came in. They had told DD they were coming up so the only way I knew to expect them was through her. A chair was brought in for one and two sat on the bed. DD sat on the footstool I prop my feet on if they get tired of sitting on the floor.

We had a good visit. They were intrigued by the air purifier and how it would switched up and down depending on the air quality. We talked about various and sundry things and no one was ever at a loss for words. In spite of my blog posts, DS2 later told DD he was surprised at my condition. I guess a lot of people have thought I’ve been exaggerating. DD pointed out that I’m still able to blog and post on Facebook so people just don’t know. She said, “At least your mine is still good.” I told her that sometimes, I wish it weren’t.

My sister used to quote a little un-politically correct poem:

Oh, see the happy moron;
He doesn’t give a damn.
I wish I were a moron;
Indeed, perhaps I am.

Ignorance is said to be bliss and it would be nice to be able to be blissful.

When that family left, each one hugged me goodbye. My almost 15 year old granddaughter is getting to be quite the young woman. I would have given a whole lot to look like that when I was her age but when I stood sideways and looked in the mirror, I was a carpenter’s dream — flat as a board.

On their way out, they met DS1 and his family coming in. Neither DD or I had any idea they were coming. It was the first time in many a moon the sons had seen each other and the meeting was pleasant. The older hugged the younger and I don’t think he objected.

Once again, the chair was brought in and two sat on the bed while one sat in the chair and DD on the footstool. I, of course, always occupied Mother’s chair.

Galaxy SIIWhile they were here, DS1 and my granddaughter got the purifier set up with the phone again. Then DS1 and my granddaughter got the phone set up with Hangouts Dialer so I can make phone calls with WiFi. I doubt I’ll do it very much since it will use data.

My DIL’s father called her while they were here so we know AT&T works well here. If the WiFi calling doesn’t pan out, that might be an option. However, I don’t need more expense at this point.

We all had good visits. My nephew plans to come up on Tuesday afternoon. The next afternoon, my sister-in-law and the friend who came the other day will be here.

Tomorrow, DD will go out to look through the stuff that’s still in her closet and pack up what she wants to keep then ship it. She offered to bring me more clothes but my robes are the most comfortable things to wear so that’s what I’ll do unless I’m going somewhere.

DD’s going to give me my evening meds. Cuz gave her instructions so I guess I should wind this up and bid one and all a good night. Goodnight!

6 Responses to Well Blessed

  1. Alice Fontana August 28, 2016 at 10:00 pm #

    Wow!! A wonderful family reunion!! Its such a delight to see our kids as adults with families of their own … job well done, Tommie…. You are blessed…. enjoy every minute….

    • Tommie August 28, 2016 at 10:17 pm #

      Thanks, Alice! I did!!

  2. Lila August 29, 2016 at 6:57 am #

    Such a busy day! Glad you were able to enjoy it. I never heard the rhyme before; that had to be our sister in the great Northwest. What a sense of humor she had! And you – a carpenter’s dream? That went by the board a long time ago. (Corny pun – ugh!) Love you, Tommie!

    • Tommie August 29, 2016 at 1:13 pm #

      Yes, that was the sister. You’re right. I’m a carpenter’s dream (or anyone else’s) no longer. Love you, too!

  3. Mary Jane Graves August 29, 2016 at 8:39 am #

    That was a nice surprise!

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