Did you have a good Thanksgiving? I hope so. We had a lovely time here with friends over and lots of food and it was great.
But first thing the next morning I drove to Detroit to visit my parents. My dad has been back in the hospital, and it was hard to decide what to do. I felt I should go out there but didn’t know if bringing the kids would be too much, and I didn’t want to be apart from them during Thanksgiving (or a birthday). I finally decided it made more sense to go alone right after turkey day.
I always try to take a picture of my kids right before I leave for a trip by myself, and this was Friday’s:
They are all in the glow of the computer because Mona didn’t want to stop the game she was in the middle of, so rather than have her quit I had Quinn and Aden pose on either side and told Mona she had to look at me when I counted to three.
Anyway, my dad’s health problems are posing all kinds of difficulties for my parents at the moment, mostly because his mobility is limited. But we played Scrabble and I read to him a little, showed him photos of the kids and pictures of our new porch, and talked about our new dog. It was a nice visit.
However, I’m still feeling out of sorts after the long drive there and back and frazzled about Mona’s upcoming party and a concert I have to play this week and about a million other things that are making it hard to focus on one coherent blog post, so here is a hodgepodge of things for your consideration.
Let’s start with a couple of Mona Creations. The first is a Firebird that I actually convinced her to let me keep so it doesn’t get destroyed. She offered me shared custody for about a week, but then recently told me I could just have it.
Then there is this Squid, which is just cool. My kid can make a squid. I am beyond proud.
Next, the dog went to the groomer and came back looking like a different (if equally cute) dog. It’s hard to get a good picture of the dog because he just comes out a black blur most of the time. I got the most satisfying crazy happy greeting from the dog when I returned from Detroit. It’s ridiculous how much I love this dog after only two weeks.
And now a challenge! My dad asked me when I was visiting if I would please go out into the library and get his Escher book. It was in the shelves on the wall on the right side of the room. Which looks like this:
My dad said it wouldn’t be hard because it was all in alphabetical order. I don’t know what alphabet he’s using but it’s not one with which I’m familiar. So the book on Escher is supposedly in this section, so if you spot it let me know:
And that’s about all I have time for because I am already late for a rehearsal. Take care and enjoy your leftovers!