PLAYDATE

There was a ton of things I could have should have done while Matt and Nanny had a playdate at her house. She came after him about 10. Didn't call because she said that she was afraid to wake him up. Yeah, right! She knows that the phones are shut off. Anyway I took him up and went back around 2 to get him. They were in the kitchen. She was pushing him back and forth in his stroller and he was talking to her. She taught him more "raspberries". Okay. He probably didn't need to learn that but he was laughing so hard as the 2 of them practiced, what could I say.Oh Yes! Matt and Maxine are on speaking terms again.

trying this

Now let me see what happens if I...............

Nanny

Matt's in bed. I forgot to tell you that we went in to Nanny's tonight. Seems that her car battery is dead and she called her brother, Uncle Dale, to jump or charge it. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that she left her car running for two hours the other day while she took a nap among other things.  I just can't wait to see her face as she pays over $4 a gallon. I bet that will be a picture from life's other side.

ShhhHHhhh! Sleeping

Nanny just wears Matt out.  They play and play, then she gets out balls and stuff. Then she makes Maxine fly, which drives him to peals of laughter. Then she opens the front door so that he can hear the big dog. Then comes the bottle and the rocker and four drooping eyes. Bedtime is calling! I wouldn't trade it for the world!

A NOISE in the night

Sounds like a thriller, but my mom just called that Nola's dog is growling at the door. So Ken went up just to be sure. Charlie is a poodle/Maltese cross and, oh yeah, like he's going to take a bite out of crime. But it's really just as well Kenny went up there because he was asleep in front of the computer. So he says he once drove 22 miles in second gear, or was that first. I don't drive stick. Therefore I am not sure of the joke, but he is. So my point is that the man can sleep anywhere, anytime. Once he almost drowned in a bowl of soup because he nodded off as he was saying a blessing at supper and this was when we were first married. So don't tell me AGE! He's healthy, so says his doctor. Now back to the noise. I will let you know what it turned out to be. So go to bed and read it tomorrow. I'll be here, unless I'm someplace else, then I'll be back when I get here. OK? Goodnight!

Well! Is it bedtime yet?

I did several things today. Like spent the morning at Northview, went to th Post Office, went to Krogers, went to the bank, went to the TIMES, went to the gas station, and to Hardee's for Big Shefs which I called Big Macs to the manager. Bet my face turned all kinds of red. Oh and I made 4 postcards and emptied the dryer.

Cody took the motorcycle to Nan's.

Ken and Nola are home from Evansville.
And I am T-I-R-E-D. Wonder why?

Strawberry shortcake

Mom made strawberry shortcake today and called me about 8:30 to get her some COOLWHIP and come up for shortcake. So I did. I mean seriously who can ever say "No!" to strawberries or Nanny ( my mom). It was worth it, and I have to teach tomorrow.

Who darns pantyhose anymore?

Guess the weather is too nice to stay in and here I sit writing to you. I guess as things stand now we are going to leave Tuesday morning for Virginia. Hopefully the weather will be this nice then. Mom is almost packed. Me? I haven't even started. Probably tomorrow afternoon. Notice that I said probably. As mam-maw would have said I feel like I been drug through a knot hole backwards. As a kid I never understood that, but now I think I'm just starting to get it. She had a lot of those sayings. Mom got a permanent this morning. I took her. Fog as thick as pea soup. I have no idea where that saying came from. Anyway took her to GW before I took her home. She found a suit that I carried around for 45 minutes before she decided that it wasn't needed. She did find a pair of new pantyhose in the original package for .99, so she did get something. You know that she darns her pantyhose. Hold over from the war, I guess.

Mom and pants

Because pant legs are always too long for me, I have to shorten them. I come from a long line of people who have to cut off and hem pants to various lengths. That being said, my grandmother, a master tailor, taught me how to shorten men's pants. Thankfully my dh is a standard length which by the way is the inseam-from the crotch down. I,myself, have been known to wear carpris as long pants. Which brings me inadvertently to my story. Mom always had to shorten dad's pants and I, being the loving daughter that I am, periodically have been known to consult her on shortening in general. My mom hates a pattern. She can go to the GW, buy a designer classic, cut it down to fit perfectly, but she cannot or will not buy yard goods and a pattern. She was my model for recycling. My mom has had a pair of my corduroys for school for almost a month. I have tried them on and she has pinned them up and hemmed one leg, now I have to try them on again to make sure. Of what, I don't know. I hemmed a pair of pants tonight by matching length to another pair, whacking them off, and sewing a turned hem by machine. No pins. No trying on. I fully admit that you can see the stitches and that they are not 20 to the inch. I really do love my mom. Her patience is immeasurable. After all, she's hemming my pants.