Totally Random Weekend

I did get a little painting done.

But...

The week, although short, was crazy!

All these boxes of shirts printed,

way over 1000,

and

all the other work that goes along with that.

Logan found a great little corner to enjoy his Teddy Grahams.

And this pic,

while it was not from last week,

I just had it sent to me.

Don't they look like they are having fun?

This little gator was one of the BEST purchases ever!

All the kids love it! 

So Friday afternoon,

after JWS delivers and runs and drives everywhere

to deliver shirts.

He goes to the hospital to visit his mom.

Comes home at 4:45, 

fixes supper, 

changes his clothes, 

relaxes in the recliner

and

his mom calls from the hospital 

and they are sending her home. 

6:00.

So much for that rest. 

He gets her home at 8:00

because the hospital is not just around the corner. 

and

we have to have her back there at 9:00 Saturday morning for dialysis 

again. 

And so begins the weekend, 

Saturday AM

JWS wants to go to 

Antiquing on the Allegheny.

Really?

Really?

My comment.

"OK, who is she?"

or 

"What did you do wrong?"

But he really wants to go..

and it is raining, 

He doesn't ever want to get wet. 

So we drop his mom at dialysis. 

And we go. 

Below are my finds of the day. 

Everything for $10.

Love those towels!  

And...

This is HIS find of the day,

which he came home,

took down the wall hanging in the dining room

and promptly hung this in it's place.

So

let this be a word of caution..

if your hubby wants to go antiquing with you.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

And by the way,

it is not staying there,

I am just humoring him right now.

So back to Friday,

I tell JWS to throw a few eggs on to boil

so we can put them in the beets.

And he does,

a few DOZEN!

So let's analyze my time last week.

Wednesday

Work until 7

Meeting at the church at 7

I was a little late.

Find out I have a bunch of stuff to pack for the trip this week.

When am I going to fit that in?

Thursday,

Work until 7

Collapse at 8

Friday,

work until 5.

Eggs,

household stuff.

Still don't have the stuff packed up at the church

Saturday

Drive to dialysis.

Kill time in town.

Drive home from dialysis

Gracelyn and Garren arrive for the night.

Gracelyn and Garren leave at 9:30.

For some reason, they were having a rough night and

Grandma failed and had to call the parents.

In six years, I have only had to do that three times.

I still feel like a failure.

Wait,

Stuff still is not packed at the church.

You see,

it needs packed up before Sunday at two

when there is a funeral there.

So...

Sunday AM

7 AM to be exact,

has me on my hands and knees in the basement of the church with

crayons, chalk, notebooks, paper, paper clips, pens, markers, post-its, folders,

rulers, glue, more glue, paint, art supplies, games,

puzzles, quilts, baby afghans,

and more glue

all spread out

sorting and packing

seven huge boxes

and

two army duffel bags 

full of stuff that our church donated

to send with us on our trip to West Virginia

this week.

Raced home,

Second shower

Church

Then a picnic,

Then to dinner with friends,

then home.

Nap

and more friends stop to visit.

And in between all that,

A little more painting

And this scarf while I waited at dialysis.

And a few more scarves started.

You see, this weekend trip allows me

a five hour ride down and a five hour ride back

and evenings with nothing to clean,

nothing to cook,

and no TV.

So

I will knit.

But wait,

the most random happening of all!

Sunday afternoon

at dinner in a sort of college type sports bar/restaurant.

This "older" woman walks by.

We make the normal comments,

"Wow, so glad we are not the oldest people in here."

"It's so loud that we can hardly hear,

how does she hear?"

and then

"Wait, she has a trumpet in her shoulder bag!"

Well that is not really the "normal" comment that you would make about a well-dressed

older woman in a sports bar, but anyway...

She promptly pulled it out and started playing.

It was a fitting almost end to a completely bizarre weekend.

I, for one, will be glad to get back to work to get some rest.