A Week In Brooklyn

Last week was mid winter break for the schools in New York City. I went to Brooklyn to help take care of Molly. I love doing it. She had just had her fifth birthday so I helped put together a scooter and the keyboard and built a motorized train with her.  We also went and got our nails done.(In NYC it costs $9 at home it is $16.) We had a fantastic dinner at Carmines in Times Square and lunch at Rocco Tacos in Brooklyn. We even went to a basketball game where my daughter was coach for the Police Athletic League.  Our team won. We also watched hours of Disney Junior.  Molly is a big fan of Owlet on PJ Masks.

Charity Day

Yesterday the Cameo quilters Guild had their Charity Day.  Members come and spend the day making quilts and pillow cases for different charitable organizations. I was on the committee for the day.  Hubby made brownies and blondies for dessert. He was very precise and cut them evenly measuring the pieces with a yard stick so they were all the same size.Everything was yummy and we all had a good time.

Mom is still Pretty Sharp

Friday I was visiting my Mom and I was wearing a new Classic Tee that I had bought from Lularoe.  My daughter in Maryland sells Lularoe. Mom said," Maybe she can get President Trump to give her site a plug to increase her sales."  Mom turned 99 in December but she doesn't miss much.

Hubby is in Pain

Hubby is having spasms in his back.  The doctor put him on pain medicine and he says it is helping a little but it makes him groggy. Fortunately he still cooks but he cannot drive so I had to go to the grocery store. He gave me a list and even a map of the store so that I could find everything. I thought it an unusual list. Green onions, fresh ginger, salted roasted cashews, red pepper, 2 limes, pea pods and a pork tenderloin.   I do eat good.

Memories

I got a note from my cousin that her dad, my Uncle Cyril, had passed. I was never real close to him but it did stimulate memories. When I was a pre-teen, Cyril was dating my Aunt Ann and to a pre-teen a boy friend is somehow magical. I remember all the big get togethers we had with cousins and Aunts and Uncles for birthday parties and holidays. At everyone my Uncle Frank would say, "Peggy if you get any taller we will have to raise the door jambs."much to my chagrin. Uncle Joe took me to my senior prom because I wasn't at that stage yet. For my birthdays Uncle Clare would take me to dinner and a movie. They are all gone now and it is hard to imagine my children thinking of their aunts and uncles that way.