Well, that's a revolting turn of events.

Yesterday is somewhat of a blur.
You know how they say that when you make plans, God laughs.   
I believe that.


Anyway, I got up early and did my grocery shopping for the weekend.  My guests for the Weaving Bootcamp    Weekend were due to arrive at 3pm.  I was kind of looking forward to a few quiet hours at the studio, which was already clean, doing whatever moved me.
I decided to clean the porch, and I spent a while out there mopping the floor.  When I came in the phone ws ringing.  My husband, on the other end of the line, sounded frantic.
My mother fell, he had called the ambulance.
Many hours of sitting in the Emergency Department later, the bottom line was that she had broken her shoulder.
This was devastating news to me.  I have dreaded some kind of injury like this that she might have to endure.
By 4pm, I was back at the studio, DH was sitting at the hospital with her, until she could be admitted.
My students came.  My daughters all rallied to get us through the weekend, spending the time with my mother that I would normally have done.
The weekend, otherwise, has been good.  I love teaching, and the two women I have here are a delight.  Of course, the rice pilaf I made them for dinner last night, might have been better had I remembered to put in the RICE.  But hey, I was distracted.  To say the least.


I even managed to get to the hospital this afternoon, after a shout out to L to come monitor their progress.
My daughter says L is an angel.
I said, Good Lord, don't tell her that.  She won't be able to get her head through the door.

 

Sydney says:   I can help.

 

Well, maybe  I can just cheer you up.

My mother will be home tomorrow, most likely, and we will figure it out from there.  I think L will be spending some time alone here at Crazy as a Loom.  Holding the fort, so to speak.


I will be dragging my nurse cap out of storage. Ack.
But whatever, I will be advocating, if not nursing,  for my mother.


After all, what are daughters for????