Yesterday I was busy as a bee. I took my Papaw to the bank and paid some bills. Then I just drove him around for a bit before taking him back to the Nursing home so that he did not feel so stir crazy. I had an issue with the Nursing home about washing his clothes. I do them..but for some reason they took them to their laundry. That's not good because the majority of his shirts are 100% cotton and will shrink in their hot water that they use. Well after my small fit..his items were located and I brought them home and got them done up for him. It was also a very hard visit with him yesterday because while we were out he kept asking me to take him to his Daddy's house. You don't want to just say that you can't because he has been dead for years...so I just kept telling him that I did not know how to get there. I was just as a loss at even what to say or even not say. I did end up seeing him twice yesterday because I had to return his clothes. Even yesterday afternoon he was still asking for him and before I left he told me that his Daddy was coming to see him today. I just wanted to cry right then and there. But I just agreed and wished him a good visit.

This morning has been sorta unproductive for me. I got some laundry running but my kitchen is a disaster taunting me. I did get some of it cleaned while yakking on the phone with my friend Monica. I alway talk using my headset when I gab with her. I get to run my mouth and work on chores about the house. The other lucky folks that get me this way are my Mama, my friend Tracy and my son Christopher.

::Balinda::