This morning I got up and finished hand-stitching the lining pieces together in the body of my Chanel jacket.
Got a call next that my mom was in the hospital - flare-up of an old issue. To make a long story short it looks like just that. She will be in the hospital for another 2-3 days and hopefully not more and then home to see how she goes.
My one sister who does most of the on site family stuff (isn't there always one in every family, the kid who still is in the same city?) had a spring break trip booked to NYC with her husband and kids starting tomorrow, and she deserves a break. So my husband is driving me to Nashville at 4:00 a.m. tomorrow morning and I should be at the hospital in Winnipeg after lunch.
I thought I was calm and organized about all of this while I was getting ready today, until I spent 10 minutes looking for my car keys before I realized they were in my hand.
You know exactly what I mean.
I'll be doing most of my time in the Health Science Centre - so the Chanel project got bagged this afternoon for the drive my husband and Mr. Rascal will be making to Florida this weekend. I will be flying in later when I can.
Speaking of Mr. R, my sister phoned me today and told me that my mother's big concern is that if I come it will upset Rascal. Not good for his stomach. His stomach.
You can see what I am dealing with. The job will be to get her to chill long enough to get better.
I have packed my knitting, still working on Christmas 1992. More later.