Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Some days are just too big . . .

Every so often a day comes along in life that is just too big and today was one of those days. It is my birthday so I woke early at 5 am to do some sewing in my studio. Mom has been here for a few days and with Easter activities, sewing has taken a back seat. I wanted to get a few things done before heading off to our Breakfast Club group that is so much fun.

After getting back from the sewing about noon, we had lunch and then went to visit a cousin here who Mom wanted to see before heading back to Missoula tomorrow. Mom saw a condo next door to their place that was for sale and decided she wants to look for a condo here in Bozeman - hmmm - so we called a realtor and went through some possibilities. We will do some more looking tomorrow - the trip back to Missoula is put off for a day or two.

Then it was off to birthday supper with Stan, Rainy, Weston and Walker and just as we were leaving, the phone rang and our friends from Australia were on their way here in their motorhome. We met them in Flagstaff. They are taking a year to tour the USA with their 3 young sons and have been in West Yellowstone in the snow and decided to head this way. Bob felt he had best stay and help them into the drive and get parked and hooked up.

Mom and I went in for our supper. As we were leaving the supper place to all come out here for cake and ice cream with the grands, Bob called to say the motorhome was stuck as they were turning into the drive and a wrecker had been called, but we would not be able to get in. So we went to Stan and Rainy's and about an hour later we came home to find all was well.

After a fun visit, some more birthday cake and ice cream here, everyone is ready for bed. It is all good! And, I have so many blessings, but it has been a big day!


Janna and Mike said...

Happy Birthday Carol, sounds like you had a great day. Where would you have fit us in if we had come to visit??

Carol said...

Ahhh - you would have fit right in and enjoyed the love and conversation around the kitchen counter...there can never be enough good people.