My Morning Project

Early this morning I remembered that while playing the piano last night I had an idea that I could double-stick-tape clothes pins to my piano to hold up the music that tends to sway and dance while I attempt to tilt my head in such a manor that I can actually read the music.

I tried it. It didn't work.

Then, I actually took notice of the clothes pins and thought "HEY!" (i know, it's weird, but i actually do say 'hey' inside my head) "I have rag balls somewhere, I could attach a bit of that to each end of the piano and hang up my music!"

It worked. I no longer have to look down, squint, curse bi-focals, and bobble my head to see the music.

And somewhere I still have the clothes pins I stamped music onto, which I do believe will look charming.

By the look THGGM gave, I do believe that sometime soon he is going to say, ever so nicely, "Do you intend to leave that there?"

I intend to reply, "Yes."

Although, I don't intend to leave the rag ball on top of the piano.

Now back to yesterday.

I had a date day with my dad. We had lunch at Old Country Buffet. He does very well at picking around the overly salted stuff and sticking with the fresh. I do very well avoiding carbs. No blood sugar spikes for me. I can eat there and keep my blood sugar in the normal range.

After lunch we went to visit mom. She was in bed, but awake and alert. Presently she is on another new medication. Her speech is getting difficult to understand (her teeth are missing - where could they be?) but she was scheduled for new ones soon anyway. My dad, even with double hearing aids, is very hard of hearing. He can't make out a thing she says. I was glad to be the interpreter.

We talked about how it was their 60 1/2 wedding anniversary. My mom smiled and said, "That John, he is a GOOD man." Of course, my dad could not hear it, so at least I could pass on what she was saying, which made him feel better. At times she would start singing a hymn. That always helps me to know that deep inside, she still knows what has always brought her comfort.

It was also Jonge's 2 1/2 birthday. He IS two and a half. All the signs point that way. Since his birthday (January 1st) is at the end of a looong season of gift giving and celebration, THGGM and I have decided to remember him on his 1/2 birthdays also.

So, we went to surprise him last night with a birthday balloon (he is still sad about launching auntie christine's birthday balloon into the sky) chocolate cake and a small present. The visit, the balloon and the cake were hits. Not so much the gift, which included a ball with which I accidentally hit him, twice. As we left he gathered it up and tried to give it back saying "You take it. I don't want it."