I’m just wondering if that’s what Goodnight will call her Christmas holiday spent with her Gram and Greatgram. . . . a graycation? As my mother would say, “So be it.”
Mom and I are early birds. And boy do I mean early! Getting up for the day can happen any time between 3:30 a.m. and 6:00a.m. The early side of those for me and the later side for her, but nevertheless, it’s still early.
I wish I had taken a picture of it, but I didn’t even think of it until now. My mother left me a note on the toilet set cover the other night. She wanted me to check the time before I used the facilities because of the water softener schedule. She forgot to remind me before we called it a night, so she left me a note: “Please don’t use the toilet between 2:00 and 3:30. The water softener will run and I’m not exactly sure when it starts, but it will run for about 45 minutes.”
The next day, you know what Mom apologized for about the note? She apologized for not saying “hello” or something like that. How come I didn’t turn out more like her???? She’s so sweet.
Our early mornings have been for playing cards. Mom and I like to play Cribbage – other things too, but I try to keep her in Cribbage so she still has to do the math.
One of her stocking stuffers from Santa was a card holder that Santa picked up at a craft sale a while back. And actually, Santa bought one for his/her own stocking too. ;-]
They are WONDERFUL for holding a lot of cards, especially if one has arthritis in the hands. They probably aren’t necessary for Cribbage, because one only plays with four cards after discarding to the crib, but Canasta is another story entirely. I end up with a mitt full that’s no longer difficult to manage, thanks to the card holders.
Huh . . . . Goodnight didn’t get one in her stocking. Bummer!
So we’ve been playing a lot of cards and just chatting the early morning hours away. We don’t dare start the coffee perking until it’s close to the time Goodnight should get up, because the smell would wake her.
We play Scattergories too. Goodnight likes that game. But we never leave well enough alone with that game. We’ve made up our own Christmas categories to play with. We did that for Easter, too. Fun!
We’ve been doing a lot of bird watching. I haven’t blogged about this yet, but one of the reasons I married Officer Friendly was because he knew a lot about birds and I didn’t. It was a promise I made to myself as a child, to learn about birds when I got older. At the time, ‘got older’ was just a vague notion, but the promise wasn’t.
But back to the bird-watching. I had to keep banging the snow off Mom’s feeder while it snowed. The birds were ravenous!! She gets a fun mix of birds at her feeder, so we didn’t want them to be without seeds.
I took this shot through the window, so you can see the screen. Mom gets four pairs of cardinals and while I was watching, I spotted a young cardinal, too. So I called Mom for the show. Fun! Then I spotted a white-breasted nuthatch on one of the pines in the yard, but too far away to take a picture. I showed that one to Mom, too. I’m not sure she knew what that one was. And darned if there wasn’t a wee nuthatch, too!
I ran to the grocery store for some milk for Goodnight and in the checkout line in front of me was the electrician. He was quite a few years ahead of me in school, but he at least recognizes me when he sees me. I thanked him for always taking such good care of my mother when she needs something.
He just said, “She’s a good woman.”
I know that, but what’s important is that there are other people who will do right by her in her home. I’m grateful for the folks in Smalltownville who do right by the folks who raised them, taught them in school, taught them how to swim, sold them their bakery, delivered their mail, etc. Seniors need to feel safe and Smalltownville has been good to my mother.
So my hats off to Smalltownville for that!
Poor Goodnight! Her Greatgram and her Gram get up so early, that we find ourselves a little short of energy at the other end of the day. Great falls asleep in the chair and I struggle to stay awake until Goodnight heads to bed.
Although, last night, I must admit to a very late night of file management on my computer. I save EVERYTHING on a flash drive and virtually nothing on the hard drive. I’ve been taking a lot of pictures and I wanted to organize my files.
This lead to a pleasant techno-discovery. I’ll share in case you aren’t aware of it, but if I’m the LAST person on the planet to know this . . . be kind, ok?
I sorted Christmas 2009 photos into their own folder. And then some photos of Goodnight in 5th grade into another folder.
When I got everything sorted, I opened the Christmas 2009 folder and because it only held photos, I discovered I could run only those photos as a slide show and not ALL the photos I had on my flash drive. Huh!! Pretty cool. So, that’s what kept me up so late. I was sorting my photos into folders that would make sense for their own separate slideshows by folder.
Then I must admit to running the Christmas 2009 slideshow while I knit for a while. I knit an entire baby sweater yesterday, and am nearly done with another today.
The blue and white sweater is the piece I had on the lighted knitting needles when I took the picture! The baby sweater I’m working on now is navy blue and bright green.
I plan to knit like a crazy woman this week. The church I go to is collecting baby things on Sunday – in honor of the Feast of the Kings. So I want to get as much baby knitting done as possible to pack up for Sunday.
A Gray-cation for Goodnight with her Gram and Greatgram? Cards, Dominoes, Smalltownville? Maybe, but at least it’s people who love each other, speak respectfully to each other and are content to eat lunch with their winter boots on because we have to go back out and shovel some more later.
I feel like I spend more time IN my boots than out of them, but at least the snow has stopped and it’s just cold now. The shoveling is done for this Christmas storm and . . . . . I need to think about getting home.