The Attack of the Antibiotics

Since October 21st, which is the last time I sat down to write, a few notable things have happened.

Yes, Mama got moved.  That was 3 weeks ago and now when you go over to her house, it's like she's been there for months, if not years.  That Mama.  She's a worker-bee alright.  Of course, if you go DOWNSTAIRS, that's a whole different story.  Let's just say that it may take all of 2010 to get that conglomeration of "things" straightened out.  However, she does know where the Christmas decorations are.  Important stuff.

We loaded everyone up last weekend to go to the Fala Day event at the Little White House in Warm Springs, GA sponsored by the Atlanta Scottie club.  Always a fun little trip.  I came home with two more unnecessary Scottie collectibles, but cute nonetheless.  However, the weekend just wasn't as fun as it could have been.

Nobody felt good.  DH's knee/leg was hurting.  And I was on some rather potent antibiotics for some unknown infection running around my system.  I hate medicine.  Almost all of those antibiotic things make me feel worse than whatever it is I have.  And this was no exception.  We soldiered on though, but were thrilled to be in our own beds on Sunday night.

No relief for me though, as I have had to continue with the drugs all week.  I have been draggy and useless which has made me feel worse.  Tomorrow is the last day I have to take the stupid things and I am planning on feeling MUCH better by Sunday.  Wish me luck!

Moving Mama

This is a big week.  Mama is moving.  She's been my next door neighbor for the last 10 years.  Now, she's going to be my sister's next door neighbor for -- I hope -- the next 20.

Some people might not enjoy living next door to Mama.  Obviously, they just don't have the right kind of mama.  My mama and I have done all kinds of fun things together.  We've adventured to places we've never been (and still have quite a list to go, both near and far).  We've commiserated with each other over various and sundry things.  We've SHOPPED......oh boy, we LOVE to shop!  And gardened and raised dogs.  It's been great.  But this particular stage of her life is coming to an end.  She's moving on and leaving me behind.

I shouldn't sound too sad.  After all, she's only moving across town.  But when you've been with someone almost daily for years, that's quite an adjustment.  But it's time.  Her big old house and her even bigger property has just gotten too much to handle.  Heck, so has mine and I'm more than several years her junior.  So, I've got some rather mixed feelings about all this.  But tomorrow the movers come and we'll spend the weekend getting her house in some kind of working order.  And then we'll talk about what trouble we're planning on getting into next.  Can't wait!