My little boy Roy is hurt. We don't know exactly how......but he doesn't want to jump up on the couch, and he really isn't liking stairs. So something is bruised, or sore, or just plain hurts when he tries.
He went for a little walk this morning, and seemed fine, as long as he was trotting along, on a flat surface.
What I think may have happened, is that he injured himself with his mad dash to the back door. When he is done in the back yard, and he is ready to come in, he FLIES across from the back corner to the porch, and when he gets to the porch, he LEAPS through the air, missing all the stairs, making a crash landing. It's frightening.
He is eating, and drinking, and doing all the other things you want him to do, but it is clear he is having a pain issue.
Ah, I get that.
This morning, L and I finished up an order that we have been working on, TWO 5'x7' rugs. The customer was adamant, they had to be BRIGHT. She repeated it: BRIGHT.
We think we got it just right.
What do you think?
But by 12:30, I was ready to throw in the towel. A girl can just take so much pain.
So I headed home.
The couch was bathed in sun, and Roy was ready to keep me company.
Then my mother came around the corner, waving her grocery list.
You're kidding, right?
I took a deep breath, and we headed to Hannaford, the nearest supermarket. It was either that, or go myself with her list, and hope I got it right.
Taking my mother to the grocery store, and putting her on a motorized cart, is like putting a 6 year old on one, with a list, credit card, and a sweet tooth. As awful as it seems, I try to avoid her while we are in the store, because if she sees me, she will send me hither and yon, to get this or that. My reasoning is that she takes very little responsibility for anything, and as long as she is capable, it is a good thing to encourage her to keep doing it.
She buys mostly candy, cookies, ice cream, magazines, potato chips, with an occasional head of Boston lettuce and some teabags thrown in. Or maybe a package of HAM.
She eats with us every night, so dinner is not her main concern.
But hey, if I want to know what's going on in Hollywood....OR, if I want a snack........I know where to go.
And the shopping is done, and that's a good thing.
So if you'll excuse me now, Roy and I want to check out the backs of our eyelids, right Roy???