happy is tiring

I think we have skipped to June 12 now.

The 9th was good; the 10th was slow; the 11th was busy; I’m a basket case today.

But the sun is shining and I might have something to say.

Later, if ever.

Yes, It was a good day,

but I wasn’t good. I made a grocery order for John to submit for me, first one I’ve made in a month.

I’ve been doing nothing but jolly catch-up notes

No one knew where I was. There were 52 messages in my voice mail and more in my gmail, and an unexpected bundle in my real mail box, all waiting for rme to desl with.

Almost done.

Bed now. Blog tomorrow?

happy

It was a lovely day.

Liz was here. She has flown in to Toronto to help Jen, her daughter, in her post-op recovery from back surgery last week.

She had never seen Mia and Leo before. (Meg and Matt’s children, two of my greart graendhildren). My Matt came to see everyone and he stayed for dinner. Liz left to make dinner for Jen, and Meg and family left to drive back to Orillial.

I was so happy to see them but I was tired. Matt and I had a rest and then he helped me make dinner. We had a chicken rice sfir-fry. He’s very good at chopping all the vegetables, so patient and precise. We watched part of w movie before he left at 8 p.m. I promised not to look at any more until he was back to watch the rest of it with me. But I watched another movie until midnight. ( Fool!!!)

I slept five hours and that was good.

I’m trying to catch up with today, adding to my iists for The Joy of Aging.

What next?