I got a new laptop so an trying to get used to it. The feel of the keys is different and they seem to be in different places, even though I KNOW they are not.
I am making good progress on typing Mothers poetry, illustrating it with clip art and photos and printing out ten copies of each. The printed pages go in plastic page protectors and in binders in alphabetical order. There will be a copy for Mother, one for each of us kids and one for each of the grandkids (all this because she has asked me several times why no one published her poetry.)
I plan to take them all when I go see her before Thanksgiving so she can sign the cover page of each. If she is up to it I will have her put the name of the recipient, otherwise, just her signature. Then we will use the gift-wrap I am taking, wrap them, put on tags and she has her Christmas gifts done. This may be the last Christmas she can understand. And it will be a gift from her heart as she has wanted to do this for YEARS~! I just recently realized that the Alzheimers took away her ability to complete the project, but not the desire to have it done. SoI am doing it.
I will drive to Upstate NY on the 20th. Visit her at the Alzheimer's Unit where she lives now on Tuesday and Wednesday morning then drive to Bethlehem, PA. If I get there in time I will visit one of my little old ladies who now lives in a nursing home. I will go to church with our kids, stay at a hotel and Thursday morning I will go to the airport to get Tom. That gives him 3 more days in the office. We will eat Thanksgiving dinner with our boys and Sarah and meet her parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephew. The wedding of our older son and Sarah will be May 19 so this is the OFFICIAL MEET THE OTHER PARENTS EVENT.
I am not sure how long we will stay but we will drive back together. I told my clients that everyone gets Thanksgiving week off and everyone is OK with that.
I am also hoping to get done paging through some magazines and take them to the nursing home for Mother and the others to share.
Not much else except my perpetual desire for more hours in the day,
Jan