We've gone from rain to sleet to snow to more rain, and this is all since yesterday.
I've been trying to get out to Maryland to visit GG for two days now and the weather has consistently gotten in my way.
Tomorrow? The sun will come out tomorrow, or so they tell us. And GG will come to Virginia for lunch.
The mountain comes to Mohammed.
Thank you all for reading and responding with such love and support to my last post.
She is indeed a warrior woman.
And if she still read the blog, I know your comments would fill her with gratitude and resolve.
Though, come to think of it, she's got plenty of that.
But I'll pass on your good wishes, I bet secretly she misses all of you.
I would. I have.
I feel vaguely Catholic school girl guilty about the turn this blog has taken.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Not to mention the food and the parties and the dogs and babies?
Well I can't offer you a baby but I can bring a flower of two home next Monday and we can do an April Flowers In The House.
Even Design*Sponge seems to miss us. They did their own FITH last Monday. Geez.
So April 6th, let's get it on.
GG told me today that when she got her arrangements in the hospital last week, one from her family, one from me, they made her cry.
Sometimes I forget the power of a petal.
But never of the written word.
Thank you for yours.
( and yes, my recovery is coming along beautifully, at least I think it is, I'll tell you more after I see the doctor tomorrow)