Another week in the books. Inktober has me slacking on blogging a bit, but I'm never truly gone from here... 😇
My P.E.O. chapter lost another sister this week. This was somewhat expected, so unlike when Tiffany died, not as traumatic. Jeanie was 90 years old and had been in failing health for about the last month or so.
Although physically frail, she was a total hoot and sharp as a whip. When she'd had to go to the hospital when the problems began, the security guard informed her that he had to check the contents of her purse.
She told him, "Okay, but it's full of dope!"
Dude had no sense of humor.
She was ready, though. After she was able to go home from the hospital, another friend told Jeanie, "I'm praying for you", and Jeanie replied, "Well, thanks. But please don't pray for me to get better. I wanna go!"
And she did. She'll be greatly missed. Rest In Peace, Jeanie.
We spent time with Magnum's mom and stepdad today. They live in a senior living community nearby, so we went for brunch in their dining facility. It's a nice place, really, with a plentiful variety of food. Gotta say, though, I was having sodium withdrawals. Everything was so devoid of salt, and I fear I may be a salt-aholic. The pumpkin spice pancakes were good, though - my first pumpkin spice anything of the season.
And thank you to everyone for the tooth hole/ sinus sympathies. I'm feeling almost normal now. A few more days and I should be cleared to blow my nose, and I'm so looking forward to that!
Inktober continues, and me with my head still above water...