I am glad to help out, and to see the children, but increasingly feel that pounding up and down the highway is a chore. I thought I might take them to the Art Gallery to see the Toulouse-Lautrec exhibition, but their mother seems to think they would not like it. I wonder?
Dealing with my grandson's diabetes is also a worry for me, as he has been rather unstable, and thus his insulin has to be adjusted. Let us hope all goes well. I do know how to give the injections, and my grandson is very good and trusting. Perhaps these days I just worry a lot more.
Packing is a tedious business. What will the weather be like? How much stuff do I need? It is easy to overpack - in fact I excel at it. Nice to be good at something! There is my crochet to pack, and I need to take a few books, and a radio, so I can listen to music. My daughter says to bring a pillow, too. And I have a jar of quince jelly to give her. Suddenly, or so it seems, the quince jelly is almost gone. It must be time for quinces to reappear in the markets.
Time to hit the road.