Falling back into greased grooves

It has been a hectic couple of days.

Dave, Jake and I didn't get in from our flight home from Michigan until 11:30 PM on Monday, May 16. May 17th, around noon, my brother Bill and his girlfriend Anna stopped by for a short visit on their trip home to Texas. I juggled preparing for my woman's club meeting with being a hostess, with mixed success. About 4:30, my dear friend Taffy popped in to hang out until it was time to leave for the meeting. Mama and Anna joined us as well, so at 6 PM, after loading the car with everything that needed to go, the four of us headed out for the Butler's Pantry. We had a great meal, a good meeting, a fun fundraiser and only one brief moment of poignancy: the good ladies of GFWC Centenniel Woman's Club collected money to be used to place a book in the Coffee County Lannom Memorial Library in Pat's memory. I was very touched.

Today, May 18th, life began to settle back into greased grooves again. I fought with the pool guy- whom I have decided to fire- did some grocery shopping, cooked two meals, and did a couple of loads of wash. Becca brought the Goonies over for a short visit with Uncle Bill, but he is temporally dyslexic and didn't get back from Lynchburg in time to see them before they had to return home. As today is her sixth birthday, I gave Delaney her birthday present, a canopy bed and matching dresser for her My Twinn doll. Her reaction was disappointing, but I think she may not have been feeling well; she was uncharacteristically bratty when it came time to leave and cried for no good reason all the way to the car and down the drive.

Dave left for Atlanta where he will spend the night tonight. He has a meeting with a customer there and will be back tomorrow. He called around 8 pm while I was still farting around with the pool so we didn't talk long.

Shortly after his call, Mama woke up- from a nightmare, I suspect- and was horribly distressed because she couldn't "remember" if it was day or night. She kept saying she was losing her mind. It took some doing, but I got her calmed down. She pointedly asked me not to put her in a home, which reinforced my suspicion that she had awakened, disoriented, from a bad dream. Poor old thing. I finally got her tucked into bed again.

Around 11:30 PM, Bill and Anna left for Houston.

Tomorrow Becca wants to make a quick run to Murfreesboro but I will have to call Marcia before we go as I think she said something about our running around tomorrow. I need to get to Walgreens for presciptions, pick up Dave's shirts from the cleaners, and get my goddaughter Kat's birthday card to her; she shares Pat's birthday, May 17th. I also have to swing by Tullahoma Floor Covering to price a new countertop for the house on Mac's Lane we are going to list soon.

Friday Donna is delivering the mugs she made for our "Lord of the Rings" film festival, coming sometime this summer. All three movies, back to back, and all seven Hobbit meals- breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper. It takes a lot of provender to feed Hobbits, you know.

Off to bed, me.