Starts out by heading off the a simple fun retreat in North Louisiana up around Jackson. You would think that it would be idyllic and magical just sitting and sewing for 4 days.
The lady who negotiated the purchase of the property and who turned it int the Judson Baptist Retreat Center died and was having the funeral including 5 generations of the family from all across the U.S. at the chapel across from our sewing room and kitchen. She was an incredible quilter and instead of flowers they draped her quilts,across the chapel and over the casket.
On the way up to the retreat Center a rock flies up and crashes a huge sign in my windshield. I know what will happen next.
There is a weak Internet signal that you have to stand in a field on a hill holding your phone over your head while following the moving signal across the pasture! That said, the nursing home left several messages about my mother.
Then I get a text saying Andrew's aunt died and I couldn't get Carrie to see what the arrangements were to be.
I get hold of frank that night and he tells me the nursing home called him with news of my mother's conditioning worsening since they couldn't get me.
Then on Saturday the air conditioning in our room goes out and there are no other rooms available because of the funeral attendees.
Then Frank loses control of the Bad Basset Boys and they run under the computer desk and rip out the power cord, breaking the end off. Now this is a Vizio computer that no one sells and no parts are available for it anywhere at any price.
The nursing home calls again with more news of my mom and I call my brother to let him know of her worsening condition.
When I go to my CRV to get a bolt of black, I see the windshield crack is now totally horizontal across the entire window. And I need to get a new brake tag, like now! It expired in August. So I need to get a new windshield soon so it will pass inspection.
Still nothing from Carrie about the funeral and with the nursing home situation and no internet, the windshield looked really bad. So I packed up Monday morning and headed home.
When I walked in I see Frank with a rag on his bleeding hand on all fours searching the floor for the nose pad from his eyeglasses!
But I did get three tops done. And when I get my computer back I can download my photos and show them to you.
Oh yes, is there a retreat from life? Sign me up for a RESTFUL weekend!