For the first Friday night in years, my mother and I didn't have to work at the store. We went out to eat at a local restaurant. When I walked in, the owner said, "Shouldn't you be working somewhere?" We had a good chuckle.
Before we went to eat, my sister called us and wanted us to go get her youngest son something to eat. She was sick and couldn't. We went to Sonic and got him a burger and some tatar tots. After we got finished eating, we went and got her some Diet Dr. Pepper's. When we got there, the son wanted us to take him to get him something to eat. He was starving. When we mentioned what we brought him, he looked surprised. He said that all that was in the bag was a burger. My sister ate his tatar tots. Before we left, my sister wasn't making sense. She was sitting in the den in the dark. She then went to the hall closet and was searching for something. She finally found a t-shirt and put it on over her other t-shirt. I assumed that she was cold. Then she was searching in another closet. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was looking for some shoes. I asked her where she was going and she said "To Bridgeport." When I asked why, she told me that she had to go do an appraisal. At 9:00 at night? She kept saying that her other son was in his room watching TV. We knew he was gone. Then she said, "He was just here talking on the phone to my sister." I'm the only sister that she has. I kept trying to close one of the hall closets so that Bo, the dog, wouldn't go in there. She told me to throw the bows away. I don't know what kind of drugs her doctor gave her, but she was talking nonsense. Later, I called over there and she was saying something about a gas heater. I hope she is better today.
When I got to town, I got the good news that I have to keep the nursery tomorrow. At our church, Mother's Day is like Easter. Everybody comes to church. It's supposed to storm tomorrow (again), so maybe the parents will keep the "little angels" at home.
I hope everyone enjoys the remainder of their weekend.