Things have been really busy around here. We drove up to Philadelphia on Monday for my aunt's Tuesday funeral because of the threat of snow which went well in spite of weather. At the cemetery, the family plodded over a shoveled but muddy path to the gravesite. We all met afterward at my aunt's favorite Italian The day was dark, dreary, and snowy. Thank you all for asking after my mom; she is doing well but misses her sister. My mom lives a very active life in her community. She walks for an hour each day, is active in three choirs, the Italian Club, plays cards, and is in a political discussion group (to name just a little of what she does). I am positive this is what keeps her so physically and emotionally healthy (my mouth to God's ear) .
After returning from Philadelphia on Tuesday night, we ate a quiet dinner during which I broke a crown. Yesterday (Wednesday), our nanny, while pulling out of the driveway so that I could get out of the garage and to a dinner, was hit by a county front-end loader (the county is still attempting to make the streets passable as we still have a lot of snow on the ground). He obviously didn't see her and luckily did damage only to the driver's side of her car. Jenn was shaken and had a few cuts from the broken window. Instead of going to dinner, I waited with her for the police and a tow truck and the friend I was to meet brought by carry-out. (Is this a good friend, or what?) (The husb was in DC meeting with clients -- he always misses the good stuff).
While my daughter swept the glass from the driveway, the baby busied herself by emptying my kitchen cabinets, giving the police officer Tupperware, and then by playing with the water in the dog's bowl. By the time the car was towed away, Jenn safely taken home, floor mopped up, and the Tupperware cleaned and returned to the cabinets, we sat down to dinner. Having missed her nap the baby was so tired by this time she was in rare form and threw most of her dinner on the floor. Since I clean frequently, neither daughter nor I were appalled when she then ate said dinner off the floor. I frankly don't remember eating at all. Melissa bathed the baby who fussed the whole time and who then powdered, diapered, and 'pajamma-d' fell asleep in her mother's arms. Melissa and I went to bed shortly thereafter; it was 9:00.
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.