This week has been really crazy -- my mother in law was hospitalized twice in the week and has now been released to a local rehab center. She was transported by a transport service that didn't get her to the new facility until 11 p.m. She isn't particularly happy and my husband and I are exhausted. The original plan was for her to just go home to her apartment but after talking with her she was concerned about being too weak to do for herself and so the decision to go home was re-visited and it was decided she would go to rehab to try to get her back on her feet. Hubs will check on her this morning and I hope she has a more positive view of the situation than she did last night. It would help if they can find her a private room. She isn't the roomie sort. So, yeah, hopefully that will work out better as we go along.
I purchased my last gift yesterday. It is for a very special little girl named Emily. This is Lisa, a Ragtales doll that I found at a local, indie book store -- Monkey and Dog -- owned by a friend of mine, Shelley Lowe.
So, as I try to recoup from my long night at the rehab I am going to share this beautiful picture from Christmas past -- about four years ago. It makes me smile.