I love a good holiday weekend. I feel like a little kid who wakes up to find school cancelled because of snow. Hubby and I went down to Louisville to spend some time with my parents.
I stopped by the hospital to see E and her husband and drop off something to make E’s life better – or at least better given the fact she was sleeping on a recliner chair in a hospital room. It felt good to see them and to know that things were going as well as could be expected.
Then we hit my parents’ house. My mom makes a wonderful pork roast. It is so good that even Hubby eats it without complaint. One of the things that my mom inherited from my grandmother is the ability to cook. I look forward to eating one of her meals as much as eating my grandmother’s cooking. The biggest difference I can see is that my mom doesn’t jump up from the table to call 20 people to give them the menu and the head count around the table.
After dinner we watched some t.v. and I knit on another pair of socks for myself. This would be pair number two for myself since the beginning of the year. Since the Geeze had to go to work early in the morning, I knew that this might be my only opportunity to knit. Friday night would mean no early morning on Saturday. Friday night would be the Great Canasta Rematch. You cannot, under any circumstances, knit while playing cut throat Canasta. I have tried and failed.
Now The Sherm, likes to travel, but there are some things that she does that are so very, very annoying – like squeeker farts in the car. Hubby says that at least you have a bit of warning to get out the gas masks or roll down the windows before the green cloud of doom makes it to the front seat. However, the most annoying thing she does is play Inspector Sherman. If anyone in the house gets up for any reason whatsoever, Sherman has to find out who is up, why they are up, and if they will let her out and feed her. She cannot not know what is going on. Given that The Geeze gets up at 5 a.m. for his teaching gig, The Sherm also got up around that time to play Inspector Sherman. You could almost hear her putting on a deerstalker hat, grabbing a magnifying glass, and giant, white curved pipe of Sherlock Holmes fame. The worst part about playing Inspector Sherman is that Hubby and I are reminded that although our dog does not talk or have opposable thumbs, she has a million and one ways to communicate her needs and open all the things she wants opened. Ignoring her is not an option. So, our day started a bit earlier than we would have liked.
Going out with my mom when she has taken a day off from work is like going into a saloon complete with dance hall girls with a prisoner on parole – there is too much to do all at once. We did prioritize. We decided, horror upon horrors, to skip the yarn store because I wasn’t buying any yarn and neither was Mom. We decided to avoid temptation. Then Mom suggested that we get a pedicure at a Wal-Mart because it was reasonably priced.
Owning prejudice aside…. I work for a local health department. Part of the duties of the local health department is to inspect places where they cut hair, do tattoos and piercing. In recent years, these shops have opened run by people from Southeast Asia that do nothing but manicures and pedicures. When my mom suggested that we go there for a pedicure, I cringed. I saw visions of foot fungus, green toenails, and I don’t know what all dancing in my head. Why? Because in my line of work you pay attention to magazine articles on killer foot fungus. After thinking about it for a minute, I realized that perhaps this was another form of fear mongering. If I own an expensive salon that charges $80 for a basic pedicure, do I want my clientele to go where is it a lot cheaper for the same service? What would I say or do to discourage my clients from doing so? That and the deluxe massage chair drove the fungus monsters right out of my mind.
About an hour and ten deep purple almost black painted toenails later, Mom and I went to the Bybee pottery place in search of the giant coffee cup. I love Bybee pottery. Bybee pottery is family owned and is the oldest pottery manufacturer West of the Allegheny mountains. I like the rustic, utilitarianism of the pieces.
We did everything we set out to do. Later that evening, we played some Canasta with Team Geeze and Team Mom winning one game a piece. I preferred it that way, because when Team Mom wins two in a row, Hubby can’t help himself and gloats all the way home.
Hubby and I drove home Saturday. I slept most of the trip home, although I tried to pretend I was awake. I don’t think Hubby was fooled. Later that evening I did finish my socks. Two pairs in one month for myself – that is a first. Now I just have to finish the lace pair in the Panda Bamboo. I may knit down the sock stash this year after all.
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