Tuesday, March 11

Up at 7 a.m. this morning, but skipped my exercises so I could get ready to take Mother to the clinic for a 9 a.m. fasting lab appointment.

Sis accompanied Mother to our house just after 8 a.m., and around 8:30 we headed to the clinic. Sis helped hoist the wheelchair in and out of the van.

We rode the elevator in the clinic with a young woman, her mother, and a friend or relative, who were all elated, because the young woman had just received a sonogram (which she proudly showed to us) revealing that the child she is carrying is a boy, which is what she hoped for. 

In the clinic, we didn't have to wait long before being taken back to the lab. Sis stayed in the waiting room while we were gone.

Once the lab had drawn blood, we were escorted to the exam room. While we waited there, I gave Mother three fig cookies to eat, since she couldn't have breakfast this morning.

Everything seems to be fine with Mother. Her blood pressure is good, and she has no particular problems. So we weren't in the exam room long.

While we were in there though, we talked about last week's winter storm, which prompted the doctor to mention that she once lived in Albany, New York, where she worked as a geneticist. But after the first harsh winter there, she realized that this was not the part of the country where she wanted to make a permanent home. So she headed south and became a general practitioner. If circumstances ever warrant, though, she would gladly return to being a geneticist, since she loves the work.

We were back home around 10 a.m. Hubbie, who had made a haircut appointment, soon left to go to the beauty shop (where Mother and I also get haircuts...my hairdresser now cuts Hubbie's hair).

Shortly after 11 a.m., Mother, Sis, and I went to the Italian restaurant to meet friends for lunch. When we arrived at the parking lot, we saw that Hubbie had arrived too (he was invited to join us). One of our friends had brought quilling supplies to give to me, and since she and our other friend had arrived at the same time Hubbie did and were parked next to him, she gave him the supplies to put in his truck.

This lady is cleaning house in hopes of selling it so she can move to another town closer to her daughter and grandson. Besides the quilling supplies, she had tiles for the art gallery, and bird feeders for Hubbie, which he picked up at her house after lunch.

Shortly after we were seated in the restaurant, our friend who lives here in town spotted a woman who has been staying with her from time to time and invited her to join us. Our friends have often talked about this lady, but we had never met her.

Apparently, they have also talked about us to her, because she immediately asked if we were the ladies who made cards and other crafts.

With the addition of this lady, there were seven of us at the table, and we all enjoyed visiting. All of us except the friend who lives here in town ordered spinach quiche (a specialty of the house), with a side of mixed fruit. Toasted garlic bread and marinara sauce came with the meal.

Our friend opted for a cheeseburger and fries. We were all able to finish our meals, except the lady with the over-sized cheeseburger. She was only able to eat a quarter of the burger, and a few fries. She took the rest of her meal home.

After lunch, Hubbie followed the ladies home and picked up the tiles and bird feeders. Back home, we went through the tiles and picked out some we might want to use in making stepping stones.

Sis was ready to head home later this afternoon, but she wants to return in April for the film festival. After she left, Mother started a new jigsaw puzzle, Hubbie found things to occupy himself outdoors, and I read newspapers, and played on my tablet.

We weren't hungry at our usual supper hour, so when Mother was ready to go home after the evening news, I sent soup and cheese home with her, in case she got hungry later. I also sent a cupcake, some fig cookies, and veggies chips for snacks.

Hubbie and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV, as usual.