Friday was the loveliest day. I decided to go out for a walk and asked my oldest sister to join me. I mentioned that I wanted to get a coffee, as I've given it up as a daily habit and just have it as treat now and again. She suggested we go to the Corning Museum of Glass cafe, so I agreed. As children, we were marched to this museum each year as a fun field trip, but I have not visited it in over 30 years. I was a little bit amazed by the gift shop. The glass colors and shapes were beautiful.
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| A very pretty shop! |
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| It's hard to believe this is the same little Tommy Kelly who lived across the street from us so long ago. |
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| These pricey pieces were in the $10,000 to $30,000 range! |
Then we visited the Corelle section and there was a sale going on. While I don't need new dishes, I ended up getting a new set in the Timber Shadows design. I wonder why I was drawn to them. 😉
After shopping for a bit we got our coffees and had a nice chat in the cafe. I have to say I enjoyed the coffee so much more this way - the flavor, the aroma was so much better than the daily coffee I used to make out of habit, and hardly tasted anymore.
I got back to mom's 45 minutes before the snow storm hit - which was more of a sleet event. It barely covered the ground by morning, but back home they got from 4 to 18 inches depending on elevation and how far north. My friends were texting all day about their ski/snow shoe plans.
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| Our cozy cocktails before dinner - hard cider for me, sombrero for mom. |
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| My youngest niece, a HS senior, was in the State Track meet in Staten Island, so her older brother and sister made the trek over from Brooklyn to support her. Her parents and I watched on TV. |
I stayed for 6 days and just helped out and did some banking for mom and most housework/cooking/shopping. She is still amazingly sharp mentally, though her body is definitely failing her. I could only watch in horror as she tripped on her cane and nearly went down. She pulled it out at the last second as I was jumping, ready to pick her up off the floor. Thankfully not necessary. She then went off to play cards but needed my help getting out to her friend's car. 😬
Later, I drove home and into the construction zone. The bathroom today:
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| A bit of black mold needs to be remediated today, but the plumbing and electric are just about done. |
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| When Ken said they were taking it down to the studs, he wasn't kidding. |
I love going out for coffee; it opens up my chat reflex and the conversations are always more satisfying than they are without coffee. My mom is also sharp but not as steady/mobile as she used to be. Makes me nervous. Oy, the bathroom! It's weird to see the bare bones of a room; we don't think about what's under our painted walls.
ReplyDeleteHello - just popping over from Margaret's blog. I feel for you about your mother. It's a very stressful time of life. But mine died 11 years ago and though I miss her every day, I'm glad I was able to look after her. Greetings from Scotland!
ReplyDeleteHello Pam. What a coincidence; my mom is Scottish. Her parents were born in the Dumbarton area. It is all about enjoying whatever time is left to us.
ReplyDeleteAh, you have Scottish blood, just like Margaret. All the best people...(!)
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