bad day, followed by Good Day

Friday got off on the wrong foot and didn't correct until I found myself at the Cheryl Wheeler concert that night. Left my ticket on the dining room table, but the kind ladies believed my story and let me in. Being late I got lucky and scored a single seat, way up front and next to CW's niece - so there was CW talking to her niece when frazzled me arrived! It was a great concert and she was as funny as ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJaKqOzDvMQ

The day had begun early with Mom getting her dates mixed up for the haircut. We muddled through that, and someone trimmed her hair. After that we scurried over to St John's for the physical with Dr. B. - all went well - lunch and then home. Lots of complaining about the bad haircut, the sore toes, the floppy shoes. Always the floppy shoes. A "discussion" of footwear (hers) back at the apt was the end of my day with her, I desperately needed a break. After a long walk and back at the house, I was fine.
You can see what a nice person Dr. Bandi is. How lucky that we found her when we did. I don't think mom will like this photo of her "bad" haircut, if she ever sees it.

Saturday
Woke up to wind and blowing snow, which didn't amount to much. Realtor coming at 10:30 so I vacuumed up and down, having finished the wash/wax of kitchen floor the night before. The place has been transformed and is looking good. Spent an hour with Realtor #1, a very nice lady who seems compatible. I know she likes this house and I think she is smart and knows this market, yet I feel a need to interview a few others. Time is running out.

Picked up mom, and met cousin Diane and her mom for lunch. It was a fairly relaxing two hour lunch, I think the ladies enjoyed themselves and it was good to see Diane.

Afterwards mom and I spent an hour at Puddn'head Books, a new shop in Old Orchard. Here she is, looking for mention of her grandfather Maack in 'Early St. Louis:The German Community.' Sadly he was not mentioned.
Mom wanted to buy a book so we settled on "The Economist Book of Obituaries," concise, two page biographies of famous people, just the thing for someone with no short term memory who still enjoys reading.

Back at her apartment we did some organizing of papers and then I sat and knit a spell, finishing the amazing, ruffly scarf. I took a series of photos of her wearing it, as the sun streamed in and she seemed happy as a clam. All the discord of the day before never even happened. That brought us to 5 pm, yawn, and I took my leave right then. It was a good day!