Just keeping up

I feel like I am going through a revolving door some days.  I don't like the feeling, either.

But in an effort to quit complaining, I will just show you a few shots from last evening's softball
game.

It wasn't very exciting, but the kids were so sweet, and so happy, you couldn't help but want them to do well.

Learning how to pitch.
Not as easy as it looks, but she took it in stride.  I was proud of how hard she concentrated.

Then they brought the back up pitcher in, which just happened to be her Mommy.

Big brother would rather be just about anywhere else but here watching his 7 year old sister play softball.

But that's OK, because my Aunt Momo loves me.

It was very cool at the game, and the sun was going down, making long shadows everywhere.

Learning to be good sports, whether you win or lose, is part of growing up.

I did sleep well, and this morning, when I went to the hospital, my mother quipped, " Well, I woke up at 2:30 a.m. and thought, gee,  time to call Hilary."

Funny lady.  If you missed this story, you can read it HERE.

DH and I went to a few garage sales this morning.   I bought about $250 worth of little dresses for my youngest granddaughter for  $32.

And I found a couple of other real cool items.

This isn't an antique, but it is wicked cute. $3

This crock says Salmon Falls, Dover, NH. $2

This bedspread was in a box.  The lady said it was made by her little Italian grandmother.  She said she had more, she didn't want me to think she was a bad person, selling it.

I don't know about you, but anyone who crochets, has a clue about how much work went into this.  All those little 'popcorns' are labor intensive.  This must have taken her forever to make.

 I have always thought I might make one of these.  I have an old book of patterns somewhere.  But  the truth is that I would probably never get to it.
If I did, would someone someday sell it at a garage sale for $5.00??

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These are cheap cups, but I loved them, and they were $.25 each.

And now, the door is spinning once more, and I am on my way to pick up  my mother from the hospital.

She is much better, and coming home.

Getting back to normal, whatever that might be.  But grateful for it, at any rate.