Good morning. I only have a few minutes.
Mona, the nice thing about
Crocs with straps is that the strap goes up to sit on the front, too, so you don’t have to wear the strap on the back. I never do. (Almost none of my shoes have backs!) It just gives you more options when shopping to know that about them, but it looks like you got a nice pair. I hope they fit you well and you like them. They can run a little big. I love the feeling of bare feet on that comfy fleece.

When we go to Disney we always rent a car, but one time we got a free limo ride and wasn‘t that the trip I forgot to pack any of my shoes!

The only thing I could find in stores that fit me (I have big feet too, lol) and that I
sort of liked were Crocs, so I got a pink pair and wore them the whole trip. It was funny because DS and DH had taken their Pirates of the Caribbean Crocs that trip, and DD had a pair too. I have a cute picture somewhere of our four pairs of Crocs by the pool that is a nice remembrance.
I think it was Snowysmom and taz’s Mom that didn’t drive much? It must be generational (our parents were probably around the same age; in fact mine matched up almost perfectly with someone else’s parents here age-wise, sorry don’t have time to go back to figure out who today) but my mother really didn’t drive much, either. My father did most of the driving. At one point my sister convinced her to get her driver’s license but it was a big deal - she was a nervous driver and had no sense of direction at all, we had to navigate!

(Mainly to Dairy Queen!) Later in life she was the stereotypical little old lady who just drove her car to the store two or three times a week and church on Sundays, lol. Her car had super low mileage (and quite a few dents from parking lots that there’s no way she could be responsible for

). But she could not drive with anyone else, at all then. When she got new (to her) cars from time to time and I had to let her drive it on our street to show her how to use all the controls (as cars got increasingly complex for her) she would literally be all sweaty and ashen she was so anxious. But by herself she was ok. I was very surprised when, at 88, she handed me her keys and never drove again. Of course that made my life a little more difficult, but easier again once my kids got their licenses. She loved when DD drove her to appointments, then they’d go out and have lunch and to the mall (in her wheelchair) and tell DD to “pick out a few nice things” at places like PINK and Disney stores, lol. DD really misses those days now. I would usually get some sort of text while they were out where DD played around with picture filters with my mother and the two of them were cracking up laughing. My mother thought that was hilarious when her face became contorted or tiny, or she looked like a bunny, etc. Every now and then those pop up on my iPad and they make me laugh. Now I usually send them to DD when I get them.
Enjoy your time with your grandkids, Snowysmom, and make lots of great memories! I’m sure it will be a little chaotic, but the kids will cherish these times at your new home for many years to come! Try not to sweat the small stuff! I can’t wait to see your place when you’re settled in. I hope you can find peace there at some point. Chris will be with you no matter where you go.
I had more to say but I have to get going. If anyone has prayers to spare, DS is making some career decisions and I am reminding him that we are never alone spiritually in times like these, and that things have a way of working out. I also have a patient who could use some prayers, really sweet younger lady with some truly unfortunate circumstances.

I can’t say more but I’m sure all of you would be truly saddened if I was able to tell you her story (so take my word for it). When we are experiencing steady health we really have to remember to count our blessings.

She was so grateful for any little thing I did, and always had a HUGE smile on her face. Amazing woman.
Enjoy this Friday, all.
PS I never mentioned my father but just a few quick words about him. First, I really miss him. He passed relatively young (66) so he never saw a lot of things that occurred with our family later (even though deep in my heart, I know he knows) including my college graduation, becoming a nurse, marrying or meeting any of his grandchildren. He is the person I got my love of dogs from. He gave us the love of German Shepherds, that now my DH and kids have, too. He was handsome and athletic; a soldier in WWII, looked so nice in his uniform. Muscular and broad-shouldered (Mom used to say people in theaters complained they couldn’t see around him, haha - my DH is built the same way). He was pretty smart, and had a lot of “sayings”. (I do that with my own kids, too.) He made me read certain books like, “How to Win Friends and Influence People”. I thought he was nuts making me read that in HS, lol. But it had an impact. He kept The Serenity Prayer hanging in our kitchen. I met his cousin once and she told me about how he was when he was younger and him and his siblings would hang out with her and her siblings, and how much fun they had singing around the piano, etc. I was so glad to hear that because during the war he suffered injuries and illnesses and came home a different man than when he went in. But he loved my mother so much and never ceased to say how beautiful she was. When he would come home for dinner when I was little, I was so happy to see him that I would sit on his lap while he ate his dinner. I’m sure that drove him crazy but he never let on. He loved baseball (as an amateur player himself, as well as big fan) and never got to see the Red Sox win the World Series his whole life. So when they finally did in 2004, I woke my son up at midnight (who was just 7 yrs old) and literally held his eyes open so he could see it in real time, saying, “Your grandfather lived his whole life waiting for this moment - you’re going to see it!”. That love of baseball ran throughout my father‘s family and several years back one of my older cousins sent me a picture of my father with his city baseball team from the 1930s that had two of my uncles in it, also, and my grandfather who was apparently the coach or team manager, lol. I framed that picture for my son and he keeps it with all his baseball memorobilia from his own playing time. I like to think that I kept my father’s memory alive for my kids even though they never met him. We have his Veteran’s flag down in our family room next to our TV. DS wanted to put it there, he is proud of his service. Love you, Dad!

