I am at my mom's house. I am going to bed very shortly because I am tired. I didn't get here till about one pm today--I slept in till nearly 10 am. Then I called to see what my mom was up to this weekend. She said "Nary a thing," so I asked her if she wanted to be visited by an old, crippled fat lady. LOL.
She said that would be wonderful. I haven't been here since Christmas, and next weekend I will be doing a workshop in Rochester, so I won't be available then. The weather was beautiful today--warm (if you consider temps in the 20s warm) and sunny. The roads were excellent. You can't count on that in the winter in Minnesota, so I was glad to be able to sneak to mom's today. Also, the house is so empty without my little Komet in it. It's sad to be there all alone. Every where I look, I see a place where she should be--chewing on a piece of elastic--snoozing in the sunshine--pouncing on a plastic sack--It's funny how much emptiness a nine pound cat leaves behind when she leaves this life.
I brought my laundry home with me. Since my knee has been giving me issues, it is very difficult to get up and down the basement stairs with my laundry. Mom's basement is finished, so I can sit in a comfy recliner and do my laundry while watching TV. Only one trip up and down is required.
I packed all my laundry up in my biggest suitcase which has wheels. I didn't have a tremendous amount--one fairly large load of dark clothes and small loads of both whites and reds.
The last load is dry and in the dryer. I may even fold it before I go upstairs to bed.
I stopped and got Kentucky Fried Chicken as per my mom's request. I am not a huge fan, but mom loves it. I was pissed because I specifically asked for all dark meat, and they gave me breasts. Dammit! I had that dry nasty white meat. I am going to stop and complain on my way home....maybe I will, anyhow...
Mom and I watched movies while my laundry was going. We watched Something to Talk About with Dennis Quaid and Julia Roberts in it. Mom's in love with Julia Roberts. I wouldn't toss Dennis Quaid out the door if he came to visit....lol. He's got the greatest smile. Before that we watched You've Got Mail. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Those two have great chemistry. Ah, true love via the internet. What a concept.
I sat and sewed in my recliner and mom read a book and snoozed off and on. I finished the pink gingham dress I had started, and I also finished a little "teddy bear" pattern sleeveless dress/sleeper. It could be used as either. I will finish the long-sleeved St. Pat's dress tomorrow (or maybe tonight). I have the bodice lined, the skirt and sleeves hemmed, and I'm ready to sew the sleeves on. I love that Shamrock print.
Tomorrow I may work on the Valentine's Dress, which is pink with lots of sweet little hearts on it. Or, I might make the other little sunsuit which as little bears in sailor outfits on it. I don't have too many outfits left to sew for my friend Dave's little granddaughter's dolly. I may cut out one or two more--I am thinking she needs more little pants type outfits. And she also needs some underpants. I hate it when dolls are wearing dresses but don't have any underpants on! It's scandalous.
Before I knew I was going to mom's this morning, I was looking through some movie listings. I wanted to see a movie today--I was thinking either Gran Torino or Taken. Both of them are action/thrillers. And both promise to show good people kicking the asses of bad people. I need a dose of that every now and then. :D
My mind wandered to my friend Frank a few times today--once, when I was looking at the movie times, I remembered seeing Journey to the Center of the Earth with him this summer. That was such a fun day--I think it might have been the best day of his visit. :D Of course every day was good--the only exception was the one we wasted in Mankato listening to K piss and moan and whine all day long. Sigh. However, our discussion in the car on the way up might not have taken place had we not gone there, so it was worth it.
That was a very healing discussion. I think, for both of us. But for me, especially.
We shared a lot of tears during our friendship--but you know, whenever I think of him, I see him smiling in my mind's eye. He has a great smile. I love him very much. I am so proud of the progress he is making in his life and the great relationships he is building with his children. I love the way he shows such tenderness to his wife. He is a good man. He isn't afraid to go into the shadows to discover the truth--and he isn't afraid to tackle difficult issues.
The other time my mind wandered to my sweet buddy was when I was driving to mom's in the car. I often think of him while I am driving--probably because we had such great conversations when we were driving. I miss those conversations. I don't get many chances to talk about topics of such depth. Most of my conversations with people are pretty shallow--concerned with mundane every day things.
I liked kicking around thoughts about the meaning of life, the nature of immortality of the soul, authentic personalities, and all the other deep thoughts we shared. It was good. It was pure and wholesome and sooooo very beneficial to both of us. I am a better person for having known him.
I wonder when he is going to have his road trip with his sisters....I want to hear about that. I think they will have an excellent trip and a tremendous bonding experience.
I also thought a lot about my nephews and nieces today--they are all growing up so fast, like little weeds! Matthew and Kyle are already out of school--and Matt is out of college! Where does the time go? When I think of my little Matthew, I still see a chubby toddler with enormous brown eyes crawling toward me with a drool-covered cheerio sticking to his finger--holding it out to me with love in his eyes. He was the most beautiful child I had ever seen when he was little. He still is beautiful....my sweet boy.
When I think of Kyle, I always think of how much he and Erik loved each other when they were little sprouts. I will always see them running towards each other with their little arms outstretched, crying, "My fwend! My fwend!"
I want to cry when I think how short the time was that they were little!
*sniffle*
Well, it is bedtime for bonzo.
Good night all.
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