My MIL and FIL are here for my youngest son's high school graduation which was last night. Wow, it was great. Then today......
We went to dinner all together and came back to our house for a movie night. My FIL, who is 88, walked onto our back deck and, somehow, did a faceplant flat out onto the hardwood deck floor.
He's on Cumidin. Blood everywhere. A big gash on his forehead, his nose was crushed, his hearing aids dug divots out of his ears. We called the paramedics. They suggested he head to the hospital for a CT of his head, etc because of he Cumidin. All the family except me is at the hospital with him. I'm home.
I don't know what to say. My poor MIL. I love her so much. She is the best MIL anyone ever had. And now she can't go into her sewing room ad sew anymore because FIL can't stand her to be out of his sight and he won't go read or anything where she can sew.
Well, just needed to toss it out. You guys are the best. You give me advice, listen to me moan, give me wonderful laughs and inspiration with gorgeous work that I look at and think "oh if I could only ever do that". Thank you for listening to this latest moan. Send good wishes, please, that I find time soon to read my new QNM and get back to my sewing room.
Hugs to all and hope your families are healthy, safe and sane, Sunny