Traveling

The kids are off on their long awaited trip to Disneyland. For two weeks I have heard the daily announcement by this little grandgirl telling me just how long it was until they left. I don't think she slept the two nights before.  It's just Mom, Dad and the four youngest.  The eldest are in school and working and have already been there a couple of times.  I am one of the assigned visitors to the homestead in the meantime.

Seven year-old conquers the dark side.

Since it's quiet I am catching up on my so-called spring cleaning.  I hauled all the blankets to the drop-off laundromat.  They did such a nice job and fast too. I used to go and do it myself but I think it's worth a little extra to me to just have it done.

In the meantime I had little scare. I developed a leaky boob and since two of my sisters have had breast cancers I called in and was then prodded, probed and sent in for a 3-D mammogram and an ultrasound.  Then they called the doctor in which scared me but it was only to tell me I was okay. It was an infected mammary duct.  That hasn't happened since my kidlets were nursing babies. Turns out it happens to old women too.  I am grateful. Now I'm thinking about traveling myself.  I haven't seen my sisters in ages nor my friend Joy who is really a sister.  Today at 77 waiting seems pointless since I am able to do it.  I talked to Joy and we are hunting up a destination somewhere between our two homes.  Sometimes I need a little slap up side the head to get on track again.