Saturday, July 5

Up at 7:30 on this cool morning. Did stair stepping exercises after breakfast, but skipped the resistance band and weights, because they were in the spare bedroom, and I didn't want to disturb Daughter's sleep.


Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house around 9:30. None of us accomplished anything for the morning. Daughter woke around 11 a.m., and at noon we had sandwiches...a choice of chicken salad or egg salad...with chips.


Afterward, we decided to take advantage of the nice day and go on an outing. We went to a nearby state park to enjoy a view of the river, and go for a stroll on the brick walkways.


We wanted to tour the courthouse museum, but the interpreter was unable to open the door leading out to the wheelchair lift. Another staff member came and finally got the door open...seems that the facility had recently been renovated with new windows and a paint job to the window frames and doors, and the paint around the door sort of glued it shut. The door might as well have remained glued shut, because we discovered that the lift is out of order, anyway, and won't be repaired until September.


That meant that Mother could not get into the building. So she and Hubbie stayed in the gazebo while Daughter and I toured the museum. Daughter is the only one of us who hadn't toured the museum before.


We would have enjoyed the experience a whole lot more if the interpreter had stopped talking after her speech at the beginning of the tour, but she followed us around talking non-stop, not only about the history of the area and the exhibits displayed in various rooms, but about every aspect of her personal life. She absolutely wore our ears out.


At one point, Daughter asked a question, to which the interpreter responded, "I'll answer that in a minute. Just let me finish what I was talking about." She never did get around to answering the question.


We were glad that Hubbie and Mother were spared from having to listen to this woman. Someone needs to clue her in. I wonder if she is discouraging visits to the museum. She asked us to tell others about the museum, and while I think it's worth a visit, I'd hope that anyone who goes there doesn't get her as their guide.


After we got back home around 3 p.m., we watched a movie borrowed from the library, called "Evening." We'd all seen it before, but it was worth watching again.


Later, we had a supper of leftovers from yesterday, and then watched another movie...this was one I picked up at a big box store a few months ago. It's called, "Mrs. Pettigrew Lives for a Day." It's not an award winner, but it's cute, and we all enjoyed it.


After this movie, we indulged in peach cobbler and ice cream, then watched one-hour shows. I put drops in Mother's eyes while she was here.