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*grins* I saw mother for lunch today. She stopped by at about 11 and we went to Quackers (the restaurant with the Pair-a-Dux pub - I'm sure you wanted to know that, right?). It was a nice lunch; and I got to hear about Mom's experience with the Telemarketers From Hell. Basically, she got a recorded phone message (more than once) from these people wanting to help her with her (perfectly fine) credit. When she called their 800 number to be asked to put on their do-not-call list, they said they could not do that unless she gave them her name and address....
And they persisted in saying this. Mom started calling the FCC with questions and has a complaint form on the way. As she put it, if they call one more time, she's filling out the complaint form. Good for her!
We headed up to Bi-Mart to see if they had the pet carrier she wanted, but they didn't; her local store is having a sale on them, so presumably they'll have them. She has a mama cat with kittens less than a month old...and the mama cat is cautiously (at best) domesticated and has an abscess on her cheek. Not a terrible one; my mom's been able to keep it drained with gentle care; but all the same. So, probably time for a vet visit. Regardless, they always try to have a pet carrier, because they do have cats that live outdoors; and the old one is somewhat damaged.
Then we were coming back and I was describing to Mom how I can, making only right turns, also take the most efficient path from my house to the library to Bi-Mart and home...and I realized, the bead shop is now on that route.
And it was between us and my place. So I suggested we stop in so Mom could see all the pretty stuff. She doesn't bead, but she seems to enjoy the fact that I do; and she liked it. She enjoyed looking at the stuff in cases, and looking over the beads. After a thorough look around, we left without buying anything, and she dropped me off at home.
I had a great deal of fun. I love my mother; I love the fact that we get along so well, and talk so much. She said they think they're not moving to Ireland, but that if they manage their money right, they'll be able to visit for a month each year. That's not bad at all.
And they persisted in saying this. Mom started calling the FCC with questions and has a complaint form on the way. As she put it, if they call one more time, she's filling out the complaint form. Good for her!
We headed up to Bi-Mart to see if they had the pet carrier she wanted, but they didn't; her local store is having a sale on them, so presumably they'll have them. She has a mama cat with kittens less than a month old...and the mama cat is cautiously (at best) domesticated and has an abscess on her cheek. Not a terrible one; my mom's been able to keep it drained with gentle care; but all the same. So, probably time for a vet visit. Regardless, they always try to have a pet carrier, because they do have cats that live outdoors; and the old one is somewhat damaged.
Then we were coming back and I was describing to Mom how I can, making only right turns, also take the most efficient path from my house to the library to Bi-Mart and home...and I realized, the bead shop is now on that route.
And it was between us and my place. So I suggested we stop in so Mom could see all the pretty stuff. She doesn't bead, but she seems to enjoy the fact that I do; and she liked it. She enjoyed looking at the stuff in cases, and looking over the beads. After a thorough look around, we left without buying anything, and she dropped me off at home.
I had a great deal of fun. I love my mother; I love the fact that we get along so well, and talk so much. She said they think they're not moving to Ireland, but that if they manage their money right, they'll be able to visit for a month each year. That's not bad at all.
