We got home early this evening from visiting Doug’s 97 year old grandmother for a few days. This will probably be one of the last times I go. From now on, it will be Doug and one of the children at a time. She still lives on her own and it’s getting too much for her to have all of us in the house together. I do the cooking and clean-up, but she can’t stand to sit in the chair and not help. She directs traffic faster than I can move. And she can’t hear me tell her fifteen times that I already put the butter on the table. I’m saying this nicely, I promise. I hope to be that feisty at 97. I hope to be anything at 97.

But this is hilarious. Somehow, she and Doug got their signals crossed. When they last spoke on Sunday, she thought we hadn’t decided if we would come or not and he’d call before we left. He thought the plans were all made and he would call her when we got close. When it got to be into the afternoon and she hadn’t heard, she started calling both our home and Doug’s cell phone. My husband isn’t a techno geek. That’s right – he had his phone off. She got so frantic, she had her niece call the state police. All three days we were there, poor Doug never heard the end of it. We can laugh about it now.

Well, everything still needs to be unpacked. Oh, the joys of leaving home with five people for three days. Will post a picture of her when my non-techno geek hubby gets them downloaded.