Who Makes You Tents?

Wednesday I had a lot of calls to make for my dad. I had instructions from the hospital, the nursing home, the visiting nurse, and the primary care doctor to some how meld together in my non-medical mind. Add to that the simple fact that I HATE to make phone calls. Especially to professionals who can tell the first second I start stammering at them that I am ill-equipped to handle the task I've been given.

And, I had to do all of this while Jonge and Famke 'danced to the rhythm of muuusic' (not watching 'the wiggles' yet, are you?).

So, thought I, what might keep them entertained quietly for the period of time I will be deciphering the secret codes known only to the medical community to which I should never belong?

I used to be a kid (USED to be? ha!), what would have kept me quietly entertained for long periods of time?

A TENT!

Yes. My short term memory may have been shut down by blips in hormone function, but my long term memory continues to soar mightily.

I must say, this was the best tent I've ever made.

It is understandably difficult to take pictures in a tent, but when has poor quality pictures ever stopped me?

Jonge was delighted. He deemed it a 'library tent' and carried in some books. I added a lamp and was given THIRTY uninterrupted minutes on the telephone. THIRTY minutes. Can you believe it?

It also gave Jonge and Famke many great opportunities to share in close quarters.

Thursday we ate our lunch in the tent.

It's down now. THGGM isn't big into kid-messes. Messes give him an itchy-rash or something. I'm not exactly sure what.

Next week, the tent will come back and we shall attempt an afternoon nap under there.

I can't wait!