Anyone want a brother...
Thursday, May 06, 2021
Now 3 years after I had the gravestones put on their graves he decides they are on the wrong graves. He was sure we put dad next to his father. At this point does it even matter. When we got to the cemetery there were 2 holes dug. We put mom in one and dad in one. Maybe we put them in the wrong ones and when the people that made the plaques installed them we didn't go. I told them which cemetery and they told me which day they would install them so I'm sure the cemetery told them which 2 plots. Both were cremated and are next to each other in plots they purchased in 1952. I doubt anyone cares if the plaques are mixed up. My other brother did not respond to the text this morning pointing out the problem. I do not see it as a problem.
I did finish 12 bags today and now stand at 48 finished in the box ready to go. Another good day and I should have 60 and that should be enough. There are already 5 more started. Today my head took a wrong turn....am I just begging for attention by making and donating or did I do this because something needed to be done to honor people that worked thru the pandemic? My brain can play some pretty weird tricks on my heart sometimes.
1. remembering why I started the bag project...give at least 100 bags to people that deserve
2. I moved the red sheet so I didn't have to step over Buck every time I got up to go sew a while...he moved it back into the doorway.
3. sunshine today
Hair in the morning, a check that needs cashing, and a trip to the post office and then home to see if I can't hit that magic 60 mark and have Bailey come pick up the huge box of bags.