First Cut

Daughter called me yesterday, sounding frantic/stressed out/beside herself.  

She had decided to give Summer aka grand angel #3 her first hair cut.  It was supposed to be a minor trim but the more Summer fidgeted,  the shorter the hair got as she tried to make it even.  

"It's okay," I said.  "I will be up in about an hour and we'll take her to the mall to get it straightened out."

Keep in mind, this was her very first cut.  Trimming those long golden locks was a major event.  That it had failed and looked hideous (really, an exaggeration.  It wasn't that bad) sent daughter into panic mode and by the time we got to the mall Summer wanted to walk with Grammy and hold onto Grammy's hand.   She'd had enough of Mom!

The day was saved by a very sweet beautician who trimmed it up and straightened it and assured daughter that it was not that bad really.

Rissi got a trim as well, and a peace blanketed what was once a frantic mama feeling she had betrayed her baby girl with the worse hair cut ever.

And I got to spend some of the finest of moments with a princess who kept flipping back her now much shorter hair and peeking at herself in the mirror obviously feeling just a little  bit more grown up.

Hello!  Remember me?  The dog?  Do  you not want to mention my hair cut?   It might not have been my first, but still.  

Not Worth The Walk...

Yesterday it was off to Meyersdale, Pennsylvania for the Maple Festival.  

Just a quaint little town with antiquated charm.  I'd been here plenty of times before, but never for Pennsylvania Maple Festival.

Still feeling a little run down from last weeks flu, most of what I do these days seems to lack much of the enthusiasm that I once owned.  I'm in a semi-fog.  I'm praying that I get back to feeling better soon so I can enjoy life more fully.

Regardless, there is a life to be lived and spring has sprung and I have been trying to make the best of it.  Nights are the worse because it seems my sleep is not as sweet as it once was with congestion and coughing jags that are beginning to send me to another room to sleep so I don't disturb big G and little G.  (Gary and Gracie).

The festival advertised all-you-can eat pancakes with pure maple syrup (hence the name MAPLE FESTIVAL).

Two blocks of walking and a long line later we decided it was not worth the walk or the wait and we headed for home.  

It's okay though.  I got some freshly baked Amish wheat bread and a piece of pineapple upside down cake.  Oh, and a whoopee pie.  I purchased some authentic Pennsylvania pure maple syrup and some maple cotton candy.  And maple flavored popcorn.  

We took a tour of the historic Myers homestead, walked through a museum of historic medical subject matter and shopped in a country store.  

Big G searched diligently for the kitchen in the old house....

And I allowed the morning's ambiance to take me back in time and the gorgeous tulips to remind me that in spite of the chill that is in the air, it is indeed spring.

Seven days

It started last Sunday evening with chills.  I could not get warm enough.  I went to bed feeling very much unwell and it was downhill from there.  Body aches.  Headache.  Eyes hurting.  Blah, blah, blah.  They did a culture to see if I had the flu but it showed up negative.  I think if they would have did it just one day later it would have been positive.  I have had the flu before and this was exactly how it went down.

Seven days.

The crud.  The aching.  The low grade fever.  The nasty congestion.  Sleep was my only comfort.

Seven days.

And on day eight (which is today) the body aches disappeared and I actually feel a bit human.  Still a cough.  Still dryness in my throat and some other mild symptoms...  but nothing like I have been for the past seven days.  

We had to be away for a hearing expo for two nights and three days.  I was miserable, but made it through.  Thank you God!  

Today = First day of spring.  I am delighted to type those words.  

Are you as happy for the first day of spring as I am?

Gracie was groomed today.  She looks and smells lovely.