Frantic? That could be the word. Hectic? No, that doesn't seem to really get there. Frenetic? Yeah. That's the ticket. The weekend pace was FRENETIC!! Grannie came home and it never slowed down, at all, until sometime late yesterday evening. But she's home. And that's what counts.
She's happy to be home. And the home is happy to have her.
She's also grateful for all the expressions of care and concern from those of you who have spoken, here, and all her friends on FaceBook.
I'm grateful, too.
With all that has been going on for the past couple of days or so, you'd think there'd be more blog fodder in all of what went on. But alas, it's not to be.
Although, I suppose I could make some stuff up.
Nah.
That's no fun.
Ndinombethe.
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You don't need to make stuff up, but I love it when you make words up! Now that Grannie is home things might settle down a little. I'm
glad she's home!
I have found that after 3 years of blogging, the times when I don't write are the most...um, what was that word...frenetic.
If I have TOO much going on, I just can't stop to articulate it into words and share.
It's good to be busy though, right?
I am so happy that she is home, and content to be there.
If you make something up, it needs to be really, really off the wall!
I am SO glad that Grannie has slid right into the routine. She will find it easier and easier to relax the longer she's there, I am sure. You know it must be hard changing homes under those circumstances!
Nah. Just the real stuff. Leave the fiction for the novel. Glad she's home.
I am so glad she is home!
Jientje: Thank you - I'm glad too.
Ashlie: Yes, that it is. But so much - so often?
Mrs F with 4: Thank you, Beccy. We're glad to have her home.
HalfAsstic: It IS hard - on her and on us. But we've gotten through it okay - I think.
Tracey: Thank you, Tracey. Just Real stuff. Promise.
Life with Kaishon: Thank you, ma'am. Me too.
Most excellent that Grannie is home!
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